It always an interesting phenomenon when you have a couple days chug along great - everything's licky kicky. Then suddenly, everything starts falling apart. Pages start failing, links stop working, collective unconscious goes grumpy. It must be those strange men who follow me around, pointing their "laze-beam" at the implant in my head.

Once again I manage to make that pesky UK site disappear for a night. Whoopies daisy.

The cats have been bad for the last couple days and when I got home today, someone had coughed up a hairball on the comfy couch quilt. I think it looked like a Pushkin job but it was hard to make a positive ID on the dried puke. But I fixed both their wagons good by vaccuuming the apartment for about 45 minutes.

Parking cops, is there any lower life form?

Don't know what kind of acid I was on last night but had all these wierd dreams of sasquatches that were really just people covered in black motor oil and not really that big of foot either.

A candy colored clown they call the Sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
Go to sleep everything is all right.

Hairballs, hairballs, hairballs, not to mention a crappy bathroom sink. Have you ever noticed that landlords always do their own home repairs to save money, and they always suck at doing home repairs. So the entire drainage system for the bathroom looks like it's been duct-taped together by MacGiver.

Did I mention I cleaned the stairs again last night.

For some reason I've had "Baby I'm Amazed" by Paul McCartney going through my head for the last 3 days. Sometimes while riding my bike I don't realise that I'm singing/humming/screaming it out loud until people on the street look at me funny.
 
I've also discovered Prime is playing Pete Barbutti's Celebrity Microwaves in the morning. It's kind of like watching Sammy Maudlin and Bobby Bittman cooking frozen dinners.

No need to clean the litterbox today. But the carpet and the closet however....

I was just about to download a lightweight email tool to try to get into my email-virus-overflowed email account (thank you MicroSoft for making half assed platforms, mail servers, and apps that are so easy to hack; not to mention ramming them down the public's throat) then I discovered I've grabbed yet another 15 minutes of fame. Thanks Grant and splorp once again!
 
So always remember kids, splorp makes crap possible.
 
P.S. I have no cat waste to mention today. My cleaning supplies will get a night off.

Let's update the score in catdom last night:
Pushkin - one amonialy pungent smelling litterbox
Bronte - one hairball, loss of bowel control on stairs, loss of bowel control in closet.

You can't tell me that this cat is enjoying his outfit.

I've got a new alarm clock, it's called the hairball spewing cat. It likes to ring around 3:30 am so I can get a jump on the day.

Almost forgot...Bronte coughed up a hairball and followed that by leaving a trail of poo up the stairs.

He made it home alive. But I bet he's got some minor abrasions somewhere on his body.

just a minor note but seems like I can't use Netscape to get into my hotmail account anymore. Microsoft wouldn't be up to any games would they? Oh yeah, I forgot that they were bastards.