The time for mourning has passed
Doves have a new record out tomorrow. That means tour to follow, that means me very happy.
Plus I'm on spring break and can play the stereo as loud as I want.
PLUS the World Superbike season just started.
++PLUS I got confirmation that I am indeed studying in Prague this summer.
++PLUS BONUS I have kitchen full of groceries! I am living the high life.
Comic Relief
My daily routine includes, among seemingly countless other things, checking a number of websites. There are research engines that give me goodies for logging in, there are news sites that tell me all the bad things that happened while I was sleeping, there are email sites that give me more work to do, and finally, dangling off on the edge is my minimum daily does of humor, Get Fuzzy.
There is a hapless dog, Satchel, who sees the world as it should be, a happy place full of wonder. There is a scheming cat, Bucky, who sees the world as he would like it to be, all things in his favor.
And there is Rob. The man lives his daily life expecting little, and taking solace in that small sum he does receive.
And sometimes the cat goes a little off his rocker, gets in a fight with a ferret, gets his namesake tooth knocked out, and ends up appearing before Judge Judy.
Ahh, that's the stuff.
Wonders of the animal kingdom (please don't hate me)
(Note: Although this posting will contain references to my cat, I am not, I repeat, NOT, a weirdo cat person. I am a weirdo parakeet person.)
I recently rearranged my office so that my desk no longer faces a wall, but rather the center of the room. I put up a new lamp, moved the file cabinet to one side, it was like a whole new world. I found that I could actually get some work done in this new, cutting-edge layout.
Well, that held true for about ten minutes. See, I have a cat named Reese who is typically very well behaved and doesn't do any of those annoying cat cliche's e.g. shredding my clothes, hacking up hairballs, sitting on the book I'm trying to read, etc.
Turns out the little bastard was hiding his true colors. Now that I have the office set up all wicked-awesome he decides its time to sit on my laptop when I'm typing a paper. Or play with my highlighter, knocking it to the ground, then walking away non-chalant. My printer is covered with hair. My pencil cup has been knocked over not once, not twice, but thrice. My attempts to quash this new behavior have been met both with increased delinquency and physical attacks.
These antics are far from interesting, and I apologize to those of you who have wasted your time on such a worthless endeavor as this. However, Reese is a cute little fucker.
Podcasting My Ass Off
I use my iPod pretty much every day, mostly for tunes. I also like to listen to NPR, etc when I'm in my car. In a perfect blending of two of my aural predilections (vocab eh?), I recently downloaded iPodder. Set that baby loose and before I know it I have way more to listen to than I can ever accomplish.
Man, I'm a dork.
Whatever.
