Been on the verge of puking all night long. Maybe I'll beat the cats to the punch for once.

I decide to finally put my CanCon Hall of Shame live. It's not ready yet but this will force me to work on it.

Bowels clenching......

Letter posted to avoid a possible lawsuit:

Dear Sir/Madame
 
Please be informed thet the lyrics to "Tired and Sore" are retained by My Pal and I Music, Inc.
 
Reproduction of said lyrics without the express permission of My Pal is strictly prohibited.
 
Regards
Law offices of Bitey, Scratchy, and Smelly Cat

I guess this means I can't post the steps to the "My Pal" dance or feature a serial of the "My Pal and I" stories. It's the public the loses.

Doing a little math, last week my salary works out to roughly $3.75/hour.

Maybe I'm being made into a giant turkey feast or going to be poured over popcorn.

Can't decide what point is the nadir of this. Today 5:00 is close though.

Did I mention how much I love this project because it never interferes with stuff going on outside of work? Yep 9 to 5 every day. Nothing more. Nothing less. Never have to work on things when I get home. Never miss investor meetings. Yeah it's great. Satisfaction is job one.

In dream analysis, what exactly does it mean when you get shot in the head 4 times and then several more in the body and then follow it up with a trip through a Willy Wonka style toyland?

mmmm. juicey hairball squishing through my toes.

If anybody needs a retro 60s chair redone in a star fabric I know where to get one. Finding out I've stored chairs in the fucking garage for a year and a half only to have them migrate back to the Interfaith is a bit of pisser. Would have let the cat shit all over it if it was going to come down to that. Now the dream starts to make sense. I'm kind of tired of seeing reminders everywhere - let's just on with it already.

Volkswagon commercial with the possibility of punani but then it flowed into relationship disintigration. Then to cat clawing at blinds to wake me up. Dreams are goodly.

It was almost in the litterbox this time. Missed by about a foot and a half.

What is the sound of one cat retching?
hhhhkkt hehhhhhhhhhkkkkttt hkt hhhhhhrrrrkttttt
Pushkin puked up a huge puddle of half chewn food this morning. And my eyelids seem to have ballooned.

Tired and sore, tired and sore,
Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm sore,
When I am both...
I'm tired and sore.
 
- "The Tired and Sore" song as composed by Dr. R.W.Thomson. Wish I could remember a "My Pal" song.

When I calculate the net sales this site has generated in total the figure becomes $78.58. I'm catching up.
 
Tomorrow I'm going to try not to be as big a curmudgeon. Everything is positive, this project is going to come together, there won't be any more unforseen snags, everyone will be happy, no overtime required, it's all going to work.

There's nothing more condusive to a good night's rest than getting up at 1 am to clean a pile of cat poop.

OH MY GOD! They've released Fetch 4. What's it been, 10 years since the last one?

I wonder if I could persuade someone for the money for press releases, launch parties, etc, how much money I could make with Craptastic. I've already made $6 US in amazon referals and $2 US of coffee mug sales. If I could tap the B2B and B2C markets I could be the King of Crap. All I really need is to create that effemeral buzz to start it off...nah I'd probably just bugger off to Spain with the venture capital instead.

Exiled from my own place once again. At least I'll be closer to getting out of limbo.

Today somehow seemed laden with symbolism or maybe I make to much out of coincidences.
 
In other news, it's Charles Nelson Riley's birthday.

I've been up since 3:30 am and my shirt is getting gamey.

The was a really huge, long, juicey hairball waiting for me when I got home.

One of the things I love about this project is how well organized it is, how well changes are communicated, and how it never interferes with other activities; and let's not forget the immense satisfying feeling everyone has at the end of the day.

At last Craptastic Swag is available. Be the first one to purchase. Come on now, don't be shy!

It's been a month of crazy dreams. Has someone slipped LSD into my coffee?

I swear that Bad Drawn Boy has stolen a riff from ELO's Diary of Horace Wimp. Maybe I'm just cranky tonight but I'm not seeing what all the hubbub about this album was about. It's a good album but not as terribly inspiring as made out to be. Princess Superstar put out a more entertaining if slightly pornographic album this year.

Watched Mystery Science Theatre's version of Sidehackers last night with a couple friends. I remember seeing a trailer for this movie at the Princess Pat Drive-In on Prince Edward Island and at last I've seen the actual movie. Vile? Yes. The worst movie I've ever seen? Unfortunately no. I've witnessed fouler films like Metal Messiah (70s acid trip) and Ice Castles with Bobby Benson still haunts me. But Sidehackers does leave you with an unpleasantly sullied feeling. Thanks Duane and Jane for the loan of the tape.

Well I've managed to break the same toe on my other foot.

Had crazy fucked up dreams last night that were too much to fully describe. Everything was covered - sex, death, betrayal, rebirth. Just extremely fucked. Woke up really tired and to the dual pleasures of hairballs and runny poo (now dried into the hardwood floor). I think the cats did a tag team effort on this job. Took so much time to clean up I didn't get a chance to stretch. Now my lower back is in excruciating pain. Looks like a great day!

Stepped on the cat, nearly fell down the stairs.

First Col. Klink now Mr. Hand. Damn. And we shared the same birthday too.

Dreamt I won the lottery. Makes waking up depressing, especially when the rent's going up.
 
Think I severely sprained a toe stumbling around John and Barb's kitchen in my glam outfit. It looks rather black. My fashion learning experience for the night - L'Oréal Passionate Rouge Pulp goes on really red, tastes good, and makes determining which glass is your's very easy.
 
Insert obligatory happy new year statement here.