Do Cats Need to be Pimped?

As a responsible pet owner I am always thinking about ways I could enhance the lives of my little friends. Recently I've been mulling over pimping my cats. (I don't know if you can tell but the black cat has gold fangs and the colored claws are plastic sleeves some Japanese company is selling.) Droolsy and Mimi seem pretty happy and it is difficult to imagine them being any cuter, but everything just seems better when it gets pimped out. Like computers.

Or your desk.

Even this ugly little dog.


dale and I have considered icing out Mimi's collar but we didn't hook her up. All I want is to give them the best possible life. Cat behavior experts agree that that kitties emotions are affected, and often mirror, the emotions of their owners. What this means is if I would be happier seeing Drizzles with a tiny flat screen tv and a bumpin stereo strapped on to his back, Drizzles would be happier, and that is all I have ever wanted.

But what if kitties are the most purrrrfect little furry balls of love He ever created? Who am I to change His wishes? On the other hand, He must want us to pimp out His creations or why would he have made them pimpable? Even cubicles are pimpable.
There's just too much to consider...I think I'm going to have to sleep on it.

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The soundtrack to my life

From Atrios, this is totally hilarious...almost.

February 2003

While diplomatic maneuvering continues over Turkish bases and a new United Nations resolution, inside Iraq, U.N. arms inspectors are privately complaining about the quality of U.S. intelligence and accusing the United States of sending them on wild-goose chases....So frustrated have the inspectors become that one source has referred to the U.S. intelligence they've been getting as "garbage after garbage after garbage."

February 2007

Diplomats [in Vienna] say most U.S. intelligence shared with the U.N. nuclear watchdog agency has proved inaccurate and none has led to significant discoveries inside Iran...."Since 2002, pretty much all the intelligence that's come to us has proved to be wrong," a senior diplomat at the IAEA said. Another official here described the agency's intelligence stream as "very cold now" because "so little panned out."


I feel insulted that they didn't even bother to try something different.

Nobody fucks with the Geezy.

Thank god we had a fun night. I've been home for about three weeks, and while I've been super super happy to have been able to spend lots of time with Adale and the kitties I've been kind of bored. I haven't had much work to dobut because of being sick, and then Winter Wallop '07, I have not left the house much. Cabin fever definitely set in and those of you within the tri-state area are kind of lucky I didn't show up on your doorstep wearing diapers with a bag full of duct tape, bunji cords, and several bottles of urine.

We met Adale's co-workers at a Vietnamese place for dinner and then went bowling. It was Karaoke Night with Tito at the Arsenal Lanes. More people showed up (most of whom I had only met once) and it was a ton of fun. I sang Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" as a duet with Ginny, "Always Someone There to Remind Me" by Naked Eyes solo, and won 2 out of 3 games (149 was my high). There were nine people in our posse and everybody had a good time...this was probably more fun than I've had in a while.

HAPPY NEW FURRY FRIDAY!

honestly, nobody should look at this. maybe Joe, but that's it.

Hey Alilson,

Have you ever been to the Music City Thrift Shop on Gallatin Road? I heard they have some good stuff.

YIKES!

You know what I love about science? Scientists are always discovering exciting new things that help all of us make better sense out our lives. Today I went to the doctor and there was a body-mass index chart on the wall. I found out that at 6'2" and 240 pounds I am obese, but if I weighed 140 pounds I would be at a healthy weight. Thank you science!

DATELINE: Pittsburgh PA Valentine's Day Blizzard '07

We didn't exactly have a full on blizzard, although the local news was totally geeked up about it. They had stories all day long on the best kind of salt to use, interviews with people saying that it was hard to drive because the roads were slippery, and on-the-scene reporting at a local grocery store where people were stocking up on milk, toilet paper, and bread just in case they were snowed in. The Action Center 5 Extreme Weather Team was very helpful in explaining to the viewers thet it was cold and snowy outside. Adale and I took the bus into Squirrel Hill and saw a movie (Notes on a Scandal, which was pretty good, notwithstanding the crazy, diabolical lesbian character). These pictures are from our trip. I had never seen it where trees and shrubs were covered completely in ice. The branches looked like they were encased in clear plastic sheathes.

Mimi and Tuffy mixing it up

This is my first video posted to YouTube.

Happy Furry Friday!

Top Three Business Marketing Items in the January 2007 Issue of Delta Sky Magazine

3) Cigars with Custom Labels. The ad says that "our product will leave you're customers and associates with a memorable and long lasting impression."

- Pros: Nothing says success in business like breaking out custom cigars at the
O'Charlies Happy Hour. Order up some carmel-apple-tinis and seal the deal!
- Cons: Mouth and tongue cancer.

2) Custom Lapel Pins. You, your employees, and your business associates can proudly wear you company's logo everywhere.
- Pros: Can be placed on a variety of locations, such as suit lapels, golf visors, and fanny packs.
- Cons: Discriminates against nehru jackets and other lapel-less garments.

1) Key and Coin Purse: Coin & Key Zip Purses makes "cents" for any promotion! Perfect for school giveaways. Stores coins, cash, I.D., phone cards, etc.
- Pros: Everybody has coins, cash, I.D.s, phone cards, or weed that can be stored within the coin purse.
- Cons: None.

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Rock on my friends!

I'm pretty obsessed with my rewards points. Hilton Honors, US Airways Dividend Miles, National Rental Car Emerald Club, whatever - I'm just trying to get what's mine, son. I check different business traveller forums every day to see if there are any special deals or promotions that I can take advantage of. January was a good month because I got 2X airlines miles on all my flights, and my hotel in DC was $200 per night so the Hilton points just piled up. It was disappointing that my DC trip got cut in half because if I had stayed all 2 weeks I would've passed the point of having enough for a free weekend at the Waldorf-Astoria in NYC (Don't worry 'cause I'll get there soon). I should hit the Emerald Club Executive by July, meaning that I'll get to style and profile in such fine automobiles as the Chevy Impala. I'm currently Hilton Honors Silver and will be Diamond by August. Though I won't get any extra water bottles or snacks at the hotel, I will rack up points quicker that I can use for free nights at Hilton Hotels or products like a box of Doubletree Cookies, which would be awesome because the Doubletree Cookie symbolizes the warm, friendly and caring personality of the Doubletree Hotels, Suites, Resorts and Clubs.

The most important and exciting reward for the frequent business traveller is preferred status with the airlines. I will be Silver Preferred with US Airways in July and this will allow me to get free upgrades to First Class 2 days in advance of my flight. I should make it to Gold Preferred by the end of the year, meaning that I'll be able to ask for first class upgrades 5 days before my flight. You have no idea how much this means. While waiting for every flight I'm seething with jealousy watching other people get their free upgrades when I deserve to be with them. It's not that I even want the extra leg room, metal flatware & glass cups, free gin & tonics, or happy endings that all First Class flyers enjoy. It is that I want the recognition that comes with sitting in First Class. It's all about sitting in that chair and enjoying your cocktail while the cattle shuffles off to their Coach seats. When I have had to suffer the indignity of sitting in Coach I have felt the searing condescension in the eyes of the First Class passengers and desperately want to be in their place to make others recognize my superiority and see that I deserve a level of comfort and luxury that most people will never experience.

Eagles are Awesome!

Happy Furry Friday!

I can totally take him at Defender.

LATE BREAKING NEWS: I am a woman trapped in a man's cranium.

I posted this last night but due to the onset of nighttime cold medicines it was accidentally backdated to 12/30/06
I imagine it's not such a shock to some of you that after taking an exhaustive online test that, based on the latest scientific research, I found out that I am blessed with a lady brain. Not the brain of a crazy astronaut lady (although I do give her props for the diapers), but a brain that answers a bunch of questions in a similar manner to a number of women who took the same test. I was pretty excited when I read the results but upon further reflection I am not sure how to reconcile some of my behaviors with the gender of my brain. Where does my love of Steven Segal movies come from? Do I really like Crank Yankers? How authentic is my desire to know the current debates in the UFO community over the Gulf Breeze Sightings? Maybe everything I know and desire is a mask put on by my female brain in order to save me from the psychological struggles of having a brain/body disconnect. This could be the secret behind my ability to charm lesbians and old ladies. I think my NyQuil & other assorted over-the-counter drugs are rapidly washing over my faculties so I'm going to log out & say good night, but y'all should take the test (be forewarned that it takes about 20 minutes) and let me know what it says. I'll put the details of my results in the comments section.


My Personal Brain Score: 50 on the female side, which is the average score for women. The average score for men is 50 on the male side.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sex/index_chooselogin.shtml

ARIZONA REWIND: Apache Trail and Globe, AZ

I know I've done this several times but I just came across some pictures I took while in Arizona last December and even though they're old news I'm putting them up, mostly because I like them. Adale flew out for a long weekend and this was her first trip to the Southwest. That Saturday we took a long drive (7 hour rt) along what's called the "Apache Trail". It's a partially paved, partially dirt road through the desert & mountains. It probably has some historic significance but we didn't really pay attention. We did go by at least one old mining town (as well as a fake old mining town for tourists), but for the most part we were driving in the middle of nowhere. The end point for us was a little town called Globe, where we stopped for Mexican food. We chatted up this big teenage kid working the counter at his parents place. He had recently moved from Southern California because his parents thought where they lived was too dangerous for the kids because of gangs, but he also told us about a trailer park down the road where we would get shot just for being white. He very well may have been trying to talk big but who knows. He was impressed by the Mustang I was driving (I got lucky at the airport) and said that he wants to go to a local Voch-Tech to learn how to turn cars into street hot rods. Anyway, we took some pictures of old signs in Globe and headed back home.

















OK, the last one is pretty cheesy and looks like a car ad.

I started to write something but the codeine kicked in. Good news is that my face doesn't hurt at all. More good news is that I'm feeling alright allover. Bad news for the blog is that I'm feeling too good to write anything coherent.

Hey everybody, I'm back after a week or so of light posting. I am currently back in the 'Burgh because my DC client didn't have enough work for me. I'll write more about DC in another post, but it was pretty busy, both in terms of work and seeing several friends I haven't seen in a while. I meant to write something yesterday but my head cold turned into an excruciating case of sinusitis. I swear I have never felt anything so painful - the pain was underneath my left eye and in that side of my upper jaw. I couldn't think straight, talk on the phone, or even follow a movie on tv. Luckily Adale had the same thing a few months ago, recognized my symptoms, and had her doctor call in a prescription of antibiotics for me. It got a little better last night but this morning it got so bad I just started taking whatever drugs I could find - nasal sprays, Tylenol, codeine I bought in Peru three years ago, and even put Vicks Vapor Rub in my nose. I can totally see how someone with this kind of chronic pain would consider suicide. Ok, maybe I'm being a little dramatic. it did really hurt but something I took kicked in and I'm not freaking out like I was an hour ago.

White Man Talking: Pearls of Wisdom from the Heartland

Whitey: "That part of town is doing very well for a [begin knowing look] mixed neighborhood."
Me: "What kind of neighborhood?"
Whitey: "It's a mixed neighborhood."
Me: "Oh."


Whitey: "Tax laws have changed. They even let women write mortgages off of their taxes now. Which is a good thing."


Whitey on the difference between their church and another, similar sounding church:
"We started off as one but are different now. We don't let women be priests or accept The Homosexual."


Mrs. Whitey: "Honey, I'm just going to sit here on the couch and listen, I won't bother your conversation [with me]."
Mr. Whitey: "Don't sit here with us. Just go into the other room while we're talking."
Mrs. Whitey stands up and exits stage left. Scene ends.