My bright eyes are pretty dim and my bushy tail is kind of matted.

Faze Action Samba and Cause a Rock Slide seem to be the very popular downloads from my computer today. The fools. Don't they know I have the Barigozzi Group here too.
 
Feel those chills coming back now. Wonder if I'll be able to make it through 81/2 tonight.

I've got chills,
They're multiplyin',

Came home because I wasn't feeling well and laid on the couch watching Much More Music flog the Beatles. So I thought I'd ask this related question that's been bothering my cousin Darren for a while:
 
Artist or Time Travelling Devil?

I spend a lot of time in this Blog documenting hairballs, puke, and cat feces. It occurred to me that some people might doubt the amount of bodily expulsions I write about so I borrowed a digital camera to take a picture of the puke encrusted underwear. Instead I was rewarded with fresh outputs from both cats this weekend. In comparision the underwear isn't as exciting but if you really want to see them, send me an email.

	This foamy one is from Pushkin on Saturday afternoon. I think it was caused by the big chunk of Cat Condo fluff he obviously swallowed. Pushkin prefers to work in more freeform designs with his oeuvre.
This long hairball is a classic from Brontë. Notice the puddle followed by the long sausage-like hairball. She works within more formal or mannered constructs. She coughed it up this morning before I went to work.

Oh yeah, I tend to use several variations on the word fuck quite often (eg. "fuckhead", "for fuck's sake", "that's fucked", etc.). Most of the time muttered in reference to myself - it's a nice little word for releasing frustration. One variation that I had forgot about was the simple "fucker". Now maybe it's was just the mild irratation I've been feeling all week, but I incorporated it in a submission form test I was trying and I have to say that it made me feel the best I have at work in a long while. Funny how one little word can do that. It just flowed so well. That's right you fuckers.

Went to see Guy Maddin's latest short film The Heart of the World last night. Absolutely brilliant 6 minutes of film, we snuck in to see it played again before the second show. The feature, Maelström, despite the awards and critical praise was an unoriginal, predictable wank.

Since I'll be leaving on a jet plane soon I'm taking notes from Rachel for travelling carefree.

I don't know exactly what the universe is trying to tell me. There seems to be a huge amount of vaguely connected weird instances that are converging on my personal life - yet no evident suggestions or solutions to these. Once again maybe I'm reading too much into the timing of the occurrences or even making the occurrences fit into my arcane view of my life with a mental sledgehammer. Seem to get a little too fatalistic when I ebb. February is turning out to be a month to forget and unfortunately my horoscope seems to be coming true to the letter.
 
On the positive end, I made Jane's list. Ciao Jane, didn't get to work with you long enough.

Foolish mortal! I shall smite thee with my lazer eyes!

It's been about 2 weeks free of cat hijinx until this morning. Pushkin threw up alll over a pile of clothes that were on the floor. I wonder if cat puke can ever be fully rinsed out of underwear. Doesn't really matter, I'm not going to try to find out; they were immediately retired to the trash. Guess I'll be going to the stores tonight to pick up some new undies. Ahh the comfort of new 100% cotton briefs, without the nagging question of "is there still stomach bile on these" lurking in the back of my head.

I'm thinking of reading Clockwork Orange on my trip.

There's something here you just have to know how to find it.

New revenue generated report: $146.50. A special thanks to Jane for her generous philanthropy

Slept 18 hours yesterday/last night. Haven't felt this rested in years.
 
Bought the last Up, Bustle, and Out CD. Meant to pick this up awhile ago just never got around to it. Great use of slurpy organs and flutes.

Yeah, maybe I did get a little carried away. Yeah, a stellar performance. Woohoo. Maybe starting off the night being really grumpy didn't help my cause. Maybe the empty stomach too. I need a vacation bad. Chalk up another to live and learn.

...although, after a night like that I'm also left hoping I didn't make too much of an ass of myself. Then again what's the point of a bender without really going over the top. And after the last 6 months I've been needing some sort of bacchannal, didn't think it would happen last night especially when I was just going to originally have my free drink and get out.

Perhaps I should have stopped at 7 but why waste the opportunity. Sometimes being the drunken black cloud spreading joy and tranquility is kind of fun. I'll no doubt regret it later this morning. I'll probably be dry for a long while after this though.

Need something to wear for a night on the town?

How I love my job,
how I love my job,
how I love it, how I love it,
how I love my job.
This new system is working great!

More dreams about flying and talking to dead people. Something about jaws too.

I just spun around in my chair really really fast and now I'm feeling sick.

Everyone should read Rachel's Romantic Poem. Soon to be found on the Fun and Exciting webring

Did you know, "Gino Vannelli, is one of the greatest musicians and most intriguing artists of our time. Part philosopher, musician, composer and poet, he brings these talents together in his music." And blue monkeys fly out my ass.

On the bed, on the rug, on stairs. There's nowhere he can't puke.

There's been a very needy cat on my lap ever since I got home. I wonder if she might have left a present for me.

Sometimes you change your desktop and you get unexpected little arrangements happening.

Cat claw under fingernail...so painful

No wonder everything seems off - there's a full moon.

If there is a good time to discover your bed is covered in cat puke, 2:30 am is not it.

I just want it on record that Lobo Feurte never takes off his mask. And Lobo's garage is actually a lab for his gadgets and fast cars.

Heard Pushkin hacking up hair again at 5 this morning. Can't find where my present is though. It looks like I'll be getting a nice surprise in the future.

Puke'n Pushkin puked

Lots of flying in my dream last night. Stole a Stradavarius from the ghost at the bottom of the treasure pit on Oak Island - what does he expect when he leaves it laying around a closet. Had to eventually give it back because he was so pissed off.

The more I work on the CanCon Hall of Shame the more daunting it becomes. Especially with Mike sending me more and more ideas. This is quickly going to need a restructure and probably a database like approach. And I haven't even created the Toronto Media Mafia page yet. I guess it's a blessing in disguise that I never made a workable interface to navigate through this section.

At long last! Shirts are now available over in the Crap Swag section. Everything is handled through CafePress so if the quality sucks you know who to blame.