March 2nd, 2004

My wonderful Meg kitty.

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So I woke up this morning to Fizz's mom calling to us from downstairs:

"Alright you guys! The Vault and then to vote!"

Then Fizz sneaked over and smooched me but good and said "Happy anniversary. Or 3/4 of one anyway."

Frankly, I'm just not certain there's a better way to wake up. 8)

I'd be forgetting my duties if I didn't re-link our counter.

At the time of the post, it reads:

0 years, 9 months, 0 days, 8 hours, 43 minutes, and 50 seconds.
Alternatively, 0.750996009561352 years.
My wonderful Meg kitty.

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Mostly naked PETArds pillow fight for animal rights!

From Neil Gaiman's RSS feed (which I don't read and mostly don't care about, although I like Neil Gaiman):

"This is the tragedy of being an animal. Most of them never get to have pillow fights. Only a select few coddled pets even have their own pillows. And, outside of the kind of websites that spam-advertise themselves as being a revealing vision of life as it is lived whenever beautiful women visit farms or zoos, I rather doubt any animals get to wear pasties.

I'm just glad our attention has been drawn to this."

Ok. My services are no longer needed here. I am unsubscribing from all animal rights/veg*n/pro-meat communities pronto. If anyone has a favorite set of wankers to sic me on, let me know. Until then, I think I may just sit around and watch as PETA slowly self destructs.