Had a bet with my friend Ken tonight that I couldn't find the picture of the Scorpions crossing the street from the Toyko Tapes album.

For more information on the Scorpions and inspirational uses of MIDI please proceed...

Spent the evening doing something I haven't really done in about 6 months...actually surfing the web, looking up stuff, trying to learn new tricks. Not to mention downloading the cheesiest songs I can think up...going after anything by Greg Kihn right now - maybe some Stryper later. Almost have e-cards in Flash worked out in my head - in real life might be a bit different. Debating whether to paint the St. Hubert chicken on the kitchen wall.

I love travel stories.

So close, so very very close

Home to more cat puke. Kind of fitting to bookend the day with stomach acid.

Now I wanna be your dog ...
As opposed to a fruitbat

Great start to the day. One cat shitting while being escorted to the litterbox; the other vomitting while I try to keep the shitting cat in the box. Have to take the car in for a regular service - at the rate this day is progressing they'll probably phone to say the engine is blown.

What's that old saying..."the fighting's so bad because the stakes are so low".

I want to be a fruit bat

Don't forget to donate to a worthy cause - in US dollars of course.

Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin'
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin' at fools like me
Who in the hell d'you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are
 
By the way, something got back to me through the grapevine.

Went for a 3 hour ride this morning...my bladder was happy to get home. Wish my handlebars would stop squeaking.

20ish year old males in pickup trucks like to yell "encouragement" to me as I ride my bike harmlessly on the other side of the road. Gotta love Calgary for always dispelling that redneck cliché. Looks like Jane feels the same. Maybe they'd be more supportive if I got a gun rack for my bike and a dog to pull in a trailer.

Busy day on the cat front. Managed to catch Brontë before she delivered a special present. Or maybe she left me something I haven't found yet. Feeling a bit neglected, Pushkin threw up 4 times.

I've downloaded the entire Goat's Head Soup album with LimeWire with the explicit purpose of screaming "Star fucker star fucker star fucker star fucker star" in harmony. Emphasis should always be put on the fucker part.
 
For any concerned about copyright infringement, I do have a store bought cassette obtained about 1986. I don't think Jagger really needs anymore money.

uummmmmmm sure sure

Oh my tongue will have a hole from all the biting. Someday...someday.

A seisure inducing redesign at Webmonkey. What are they smoking down there?

Spent a lot of time yesterday cleaning up the place - hadn't done a really thorough job of it in a while. So as compensation this evening, Brontë went on a shitting spree - in the bed, under the couch, on the chair, on the floor, on the stairs, on the floor upstairs, on herself (not to mention the huge load in the litter box). It's almost like she was a feline ice-cream machine. She just kept going and going. The perfect way to finish off a shitty week or is it the perfect way to begin one. A side note to any future guests: I sterilized my hands with Outright and Alcohol so food preparation should not be issue - in case you're a little nervous about it. Ai carumba time for a burbon.

Here's my other plan, get an old Dune Buggy and re-enact Dexter Riley movies all this summer.

The Dr. Shrinker theme song is must have for everybody.

Brontë just christened the new bath mat I bought yesterday.

Listening to VW's new radio station this morning. Not bad as these radio stations go - I'm grudgingly impressed that they're playing the Shaggs and Wire back to back. Does this mean "My Pal Foot Foot" will be used in the next Beetle commercial?

A really good way to start off a day is to step bearfoot into a hairball after slipping out of bed.

Something quite stunning was found inside my screen door when I got home today. It will be appearing in the Special Items section shortly. Thanks Moose. Then inside the house there were loose nuggets á la Brontë on the floor. Had to do a sweep of the place with Vetrinarian Strength Outright in hand. Found her under my quilt but before anymore leakage occurred.

I'm thinking of a number between 1 - 60. Lavenders like numbers between 1 - 60. Lavenders like low numbers. Stole another idea from somebody and slept from about 7 to 7. 7 isn't the number I'm thinking of though. Just chatting...
 
Now that the cat mucus has subsided a bit, started cleaning. Noticed I'll have to clean the smears off the window too.

Okay I'm never admitting to a good day again. Things start blowing up after I do.

Gram Parson's $1000 wedding makes me laugh.

After what seems like eons, I'm going to fully admit to having a good day today. Aided by a great massage, Brontë apparently recovering, some intriguing possibilities, a ride on a very happy new rear wheel for my DeRosa and a surprise visit.

There's a snotty cat under my quilt right now. Wonder if I'll find presents there later.

James made me a happy new rear wheel. Now if only it would stop raining and I quit so I can ride carefree for the summer.

Contintenal Sprinter Tubular tire - $63.95
Dean Martin "This Time I'm Swingin'/ Pretty Baby" CD - $10.00
Jim Beam Burbon - $23.95
Force feeding cat antibiotics - priceless

Cat snot might be added to the list of feline bodily expulsions tracked on this blog.

Really good 3 hours on the bike this morning, stopped to feed mules, did a great climb out of Cochrane, got home on the verge of bonking. According to tests my aura is apparently Lavender.

My cat won't stop sneezing. Hopefully this is an allergy attack and not full blown URV again.