We have been adopted by a little black kitty cat. He is small, not even an adult yet, adorable and unbelievably affectionate. What I cannot figure out is where he came from. He just appeared in our front yard one day, sniffing around and grazing, and ran off when he saw me. I assumed he was the neighbor's. For the next couple days I saw him stalking around our house, until Wednesday, when he spent the whole day laying about on our porch. There when I left for work, there when I got home. Yesterday he just strolled on into our house like he owned the place. Our cat, who is about 8 years old now, seemed surprisingly okay with the situation, until we started giving the new kitty attention. It really seems like he has no home, since he is always at our house, but he is soooo friendly, I find it hard to believe he is feral. So now we are left with trying to decide what to do -- do we keep him and piss off our existing cat (who I assume will get over it eventually) or do we try to find someone that wants the cutest little black cat ever??

It's all fun and games until the Nuart plays The Labyrinth.

Gerry's article about me catching a burglar with my webcam has become quite the buzz. In digg's top 10 right now. Madness.

Back in town, wishing I wasn't -- what is up with this ridiculous heat!?! Jet lag sucks, having no AC sucks. Oh well. Happy 4 o' July.

In Aix-en-provence, sitting on the roof after hacking into the wireless at this craphole we're renting. The roof is pretty awesome, view of the city with a covered, couchy area and bbq. Our room, however, is in the basement/cellar, and I have to do the limbo to get down the stairs. Quite literally, the ceiling hits my chest if I do not "duck" to get down the stairs. Someone also thought it would be cool to add ambiance to the room by arching the whole ceiling and making it lumpy. Sort of like sleeping a big marshmellow. A moist, sticky, dank marshmellow. Anyhow, not here to sit in the room, so it's all good. Back to vacationing, grillin time.

My cat has made a friend. Every morning, and many evenings, (and all day for all I know), a bluejay (ok -- it may not be a true bluejay, it's one of those blue/grey corvid looking birds that are all over socal) showed up one morning a week ago, on our fence, squawking at the cat while he sat at the screen door. And thus began the daily ritual. Every morning, the bird shows up and squawks at the cat incessantly. He shows up before the cat is at the window, in fact, and gets the cat to come over. And boy howdy does the cat bust out with his "machine gun meow" that lets you know he has found prey (and, oddly enough, alerting the prey of the pending danger). And thus goes the banter, quite literally, each taking their turn: squawk, me-e-e-e-e-e-e-ow, squawk, me-e-e-e-e-e-ow, ... And when the cat isn't at the door, the bird will come up to the door to squawk. And when the cat is outside, the bird follows him around, squawk squawk squawk. Truly bizarre. It was cute at first, but I must say it is getting old now.

stupid blog. ya know what's better than a blog?

a monkey!!!!

Some asshole broke into our house yesterday while we were at work and stole my laptop and digital camera. My favorite part is that they mangled our brand new patio door in the process (and failing to get in, went thru the window instead), costing us more in repairs than the value of the fucking computer and camera. I fucking hate people. A lot.

Oh, and Mr. LAPD was nice enough to come out, four hours after I called, to write down the stuff I told him and shine a flash light around like he was doing something. Don't get me wrong, he was a nice guy and sympathetic and all, and suggested we get a dog or alarm, but... I recall being a kid when our house was broken into and they took pictures and dusted for finger prints. No, instead this guy said, "oh, i'm sure he was wearing gloves". Even though the guy left finger prints in the construction dust all over our house. Seriously, what's the fuckin point?? Even if they happen to accidentally catch this jackhole, they'll never be able to tie him to the crime at our house which means he'll get a lighter sentence and I won't be able to file for restitution.

I like blogs. cause blogs are like pogs, which reminds of pollywogs. which is also similar to frogs. which makes sense. i like things that make sense. unlike this blog. i don't like blogs.
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