Cat Update:
Poor Jack. I noticed the other day she was squinting a little, and yesterday afternoon I took a good look and she has a mild eye infection (sort of looks like pinkeye) so I slapped some Teramycin (that we happened to have in the fridge, expires next year, probably originally used it on Hannah) on it. Of course, being Jack, she freaked, and tried to get away. It’s always a bummer when the cats are sick, because you can’t explain why you are doing what you are doing. It also sucks when they are young too, and hit with something for the first time. Of course, this has in no way hindered her appetite, or her apparent need to run around like a goddamn maniac the moment I turn the lights out and try to sleep.
Things That Still Piss Me Off After All These Years #5:
Here’s another entry from near the top of the list. When I was a kid and we were moving from Germany to Canada (the life of an Air Force brat) a box filled with all my best toys went missing, and was never found. I mean, I had a die-cast Thunderbird 2 (with all kinds of neat stuff inside the small cargo pod), a couple of GI Joes (and not the wimpy shit of a few years ago but the big 12″ guys from decades ago, complete with accessories, like the desert jeep and desert gear, including a pith helmet) and a lot of other cool things, including clothes (but who gives a shit about clothes?) I was around 10 years old when that happened, and whenever I think about it, it still pisses me off.
Women Are Strange #250:
Wouldn’t it be funny if, after all the rodents we have sacrificed to science, the end of the human race was brought about by a little mouse? The whole stem cell research debate is a joke anyway. As long as abortions are going to be carried out, why not benefit from what would normally be discarded? If an individual can sign a donor card to bequeath their organs to others after they die, why can’t a woman undergoing an abortion exercise her right to decide what happens to the life she is ending? Surely this most difficult of decisions could be the slightest bit easier to live with if a woman knew that one day, someone with a debilitating or fatal condition could find relief through her donation. And yes, I know some people will say there exists the possibility of a black market opening up for this, but, news flash, it’s already here, and you can’t fight the opportunism of human nature, so why not salvage some good out of a situation that has the potential to be all bad? Perhaps more women should speak out on this issue so a resolution is found among them, and not among a bunch of silver-spoon-fed white men in Washington whose closest brush with abortion is knowing someone who paid for one (Hint: today’s secret word is ‘Shrub’) and kept things quiet?
Random Notes:
Well, we have new neighbors next door. I can’t tell if they are knobs or not. The woman who moved out was great, always polite, easy-going. The new people, I’m not so sure about. Negative- The guy has the same last name as me. Since our postman appears to suffer severe communications skills, let’s bet he fucks up at least one piece of mail, every day. Or, at least on the days he actually shows up. Positive- The new people have a cat. Does that not greatly redeem them? He’s a nice black cat too, very curious whenever I got out for a smoke. The girls haven’t noticed him yet, but I’m sure they will. Negative- I was smoking the other day and heard classical music. I thought it was our downstairs neighbor, Shithead, blasting his stereo as if he were stone deaf and standing naked in his living room, letting Rossini or Bach feel him up with their compositions, but no, it was the new people. This is not good, as I have found that almost everyone who gets off on blasting classical music is to some degree, a douchebag. I’ll have to keep my eye on them to continue assessing their knob potential.
Final Question:
What in name of Christ is with the stupendous gut on the new guy at work? He’s one of those tall, thinnish sumbitches with a big round stomach. He looks like a fucking anaconda that swallowed a steer. I swear I’m not making this up. This guy looks like he’s taking part in some revolutionary science experiment, like he should be taking Lamaze classes because his due date is coming up fast. Jesus!
-Rufus