Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Other Collapses

Anyone else having a total collapse of their allergy medication? I might as well be taking placebos for all the good my various remedies are doing me.

I've been working so I haven't been able to keep up with all the shenanigans, hissy fits and nanny-nanny-boo-booing going on with our esteemed leaders in Washington.

It seems that with every story I read, I flip flop worse than a professional politician. No bailout. Yes, bailout. No bailout.

I don't know. I say let them take their lumps. They got greedy. They thought the gravy train was gonna keep on rolling.

People took out loans for houses they couldn't afford. They had to have a new SUV. They had to live in Super Snooty Plantation Estates. I know people with children, families, who make only slightly more than I do who are living in $300K houses.

Part of me says, let it all collapse. When the small businesses start to fail (and, excuse me, is taking out a loan every month to cover payroll normal for small business??) take that 700 BILLION dollars and re-start a CCC program. Give unemployed people work rebuilding our roads and bridges and other infra-structure that is crumbling around our ears while we worry about keeping the fat cats fat and the middle class hooked on spending.

Part of me says screw the people losing money in the stock market. If they got extra cash for that, they are doing better than most of us.

But then I worry about the retired who will lose out on the pensions they've worked hard for. I worry for those nearing retirement who may have it all wiped out after a lifetime of doing the right thing.

And that still makes me madder than Loki being held against his will.

People who didn't do right. People who bought those houses way beyond their means and took out loans they didn't understand or just plain ignored what the consequences would be. They deserve to lose their homes. They deserve to have to file bankruptcy and ruin their credit.

They will be rewarded in some fashion for their poor choice. But my sensible mortgage that I can afford and have been paying faithfully on for years without a single late payment. I just get a larger tax bill to pay for all those others.

Now, I'm a flaming, tree-hugging liberal. I think social programs are important (I just think we do them WRONG here, crippling those we are supposed to be helping), but this isn't trying to give someone a hand out of poverty.

This is straight out rewarding the greed and shallow minded thinking of middle class Americans who should have known better.

Part of me says let it all collapse and let's take our lumps. And America will be better off in the long run when we get rid of the notion that middle class is a 500K home, SUV's and luxury cars for each member, shopping at designer stores, having the newest of every possible electronic device that comes out and Disney World two times a year.

Loki sez: Fine! I'll just live in a cardboard box then.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Don't You Wish You Were a Cat?

Economy crumbling. Our "leaders" bickering like children in the back seat of the car. And the boys?
"Hey, it's a sunbeam!"

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Loki Sunday

Hanging out with sunbeams.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Summer's Last Sunbeam

Why I Didn't Watch the Debate (Oh, My Aching Brain)

It is human nature to seek patterns. Patterns are reassuring. So when some one says things that you already agree with, you perceive that person as being "right".

It doesn't really matter whether they are right or not. Your brain will be soothed by ideas that it is familiar with and irritated by ideas that it is not.

So why should I spend a couple of hours tormenting my poor brain. It has got its own problems.

Watching a debate when you've already made up your mind who you will vote for is pointless because it is very unlikely that your brain will suddenly do a 180 and head off (hahaha) in the opposite direction.

So the debates are really nothing more than an attempt to lure the undecided. These guys have been campaigning for 18 months now. Is there really anything they can say that we don't know they've already said?

And I've tried to keep my big fat mouth shut about Sarah Palin. I respect what she has accomplished. I don't agree with her on probably almost everything, but I respect her drive and ambition and how far she has come in this world.

But when she patted her heart and gushed like a mommy at a baby play date to the President of Afghanistan about his new baby, it astounded me. When she asked what the baby's name was instead of saying something, you, know, leader of the free nation like, like - I have a baby also, how can we work together to assure that they can grow and live in peace? - that confirmed that she doesn't have the instincts to be on the international stage. Women in Afghanistan are still struggling for basic rights. The President probably had a low opinion of her just because she was a woman and instead of commanding his respect by acting as an equal, she resorted to mommy talk.

Loki sez: Oh little Sarah, the world leaders are going to eat you up.

Friday, September 26, 2008

My New Theme Song

And the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round.

That's how I feel about almost every thing. Is it because I'm getting older and am starting to see history repeating itself?

Really. For the last ten years or so, companies have switched their allegiance to the stockholders. And they weren't completely wrong. You do need to make a profit for them so they will continue to invest in your company.

But somewhere along the way, it seems they forgot that they needed to show allegiance to their employees who are doing the grunt work of making those profits.

And those at the top got greedy. And it became too easy to cut corners to make profits. Ship those jobs overseas. Down size. Right size. Stifle wages. Decrease benefits. Fire people just to strike fear into the hearts of others.

I've said before that I'm no financial genius. There is so much propaganda and pandering and posturing going on that I don't know if this bail out is a good thing that will save our economy or another way of saving the wealth of a few at the top of the money chain.

I'm very angry about some suggestions I've heard.

When I got pre-qualified for my mortgage, they approved me for a sum so outrageous that I actually laughed at the loan lady. "The payment on that would be my entire take home pay," I told her. She just shrugged.

So I did the right thing. I found a house that I could comfortably afford to pay principle, interest, PMI, insurance, flood insurance, etc.

I paid my mortgage on time. I kept an eye on interest rates and when they began to climb, I refinanced my ARM to a fixed at a good rate.


That was basic stuff I learned in Home Ec in high school and Economics 100 at Trident Technical College.

So people who were foolish, people who made bad choices. They get interest reductions? They possibly get principle reductions?

And I get a bigger tax bill?

For being responsible?

I'd like a reduction. Just a bit. Maybe 50K or so?

A couple of pennies in comparison to what the CEO's who ran our economy into the ground make.

Loki sez: It's not fair!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Thor's Day!

People ask me, "JanetLee, how do you keep your kittens in such good shape?"

The answer: Thorobics!

lift and stretch

and feel the burn

and release.

Ready? Ten more!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Thank You, Captain Obvious

Nooooooooo! Clay Aiken is gay? I'm shocked.

I'd even be outraged if I had the energy.

Although I don't know why.

Thor sez: You call that news?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Quick! To The Bat Signal!

Oh Warren Buffet, where are you now? You are the only financial super-genius that I trust.

I am in no way shape or form good at the financial stuff. I have a little knowledge. I have my 401k through my employer (which I was FORCED to put into the stock market several years ago, a move that caused me great distress because the Germanic/Nordic genes in my system crave orderliness and a savings account is orderly, the stock market is not), I have my pathetic little personal savings account (which would be much larger if I could opt out of the social security system that I am funding without hope of ever seeing a penny back), I have the equity in my house (which the plan was to sell when I turned 50, roll the equity into a condo and a fifteen year mortgage which I would have paid off at 65, leaving me all the equity as a "savings account" of a sorts).

And now AIG is the parent company of my 401k plan's holder. I don't know what to do with that. I now have the opportunity to go with a fixed account, but when should I do that, now that my account has recently taken a beating in the stock market? Will I even be able to sell my house now with enough of a profit to knock down another loan enough to afford a 15 year mortgage? Will I still be able to get a low interest rate even with my excellent credit rating?

I've always known that with my income level, I'm sitting in the no man's land between "can't afford to save anything" and "can save enough for retirement". It's called "can barely afford to squeeze out an amount I know won't be enough, but I gotta do something" land.

I joke that my retirement plan is to work till I die. When I get too old, they can just prop me up in a rocking chair and bring me babies to feed.

I'm hoping that the joke isn't on me.

And I've been reading and reading and I just don't know. Is the bail out going to be better for us in the long run? Will not bailing them out be worse than doing it?

If we bail them out and they start making millions of dollars for their top executives again, will they send me a check for my part of the bail out?

Loki sez: You have enough to buy my favorite shredded cat food, right?

Monday, September 22, 2008

Monday Musing

Sometimes I really think my brain will just explode. Yesterday I watched Ben Bernake explain how Americans are a hard working, entrepreneurial people and that we will work through this financial crisis because working hard creates wealth for companies which creates jobs and trickles on down to the workers.

Oh, please. Where has he been for the last ten years or so? When hard working Americans were thanked by the CEO's and stockholders of the companies they made rich with some of the lowest wages since the 1970's, down sizing, right sizing and exporting of jobs to foreign countries.

The only people made wealthy by the sweat of the average American worker have been the few at the top. Ain't nothing but tax debt been trickling down to us.

Half a trillion dollars.

Bet the top honchos aren't going to turn in their million dollar bonuses.

I finally delved into the rat box I call my filing system and forced myself to thin it out. Really, do I need to keep every insurance policy I've ever had? I had homeowners policies dating to 2004. Car insurance policies dating to 2001. I had utility bills from two years ago. Have I ever had to go back and look at a utility bill once I'd paid it? No.

Saturday, I looked out the kitchen window to see Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird sitting on the defunct clothesline pole where their birdhouse had been. I'd put it away in the shed before the GREAT STORM HANNA ravaged our fair city. I went trotting out there to replace it. I'd cleaned out the old nest when I put it away, but there was still some in there, so I stuck my hand up in there and pulled the rest of the pine straw out. Second hand reach, a spider egg sack came out on a piece of straw. I looked and sure enough, there was Momma Spider at the top of the house. Being the strong willed Southern woman that I am, I started banging the birdhouse on the ground, trying to shake Momma Spider loose. And she did fall to the bottom of the house, only to roll over and show me her bright red hour glass tummy tatt. Then I behaved as a properly brought up Southern Belle and ran to the kitchen window, lifted up the garden hose to tap on it to get Jason's attention and jumped up and down screaming "Black Widow! Black Widow!"

Then I had to endure a lecture on how stupid it was to put my hand inside a wooden box that had been outside in a shed in the summer in the South.

Yeah, well....not much I could say about that.

The bluebird house is returned to its spot. Spider free. Hopefully the bluebirds will forgive the unfortunate fledgling incident and return to live with us.

Thor sez: This is what you'd have looked like if that spider bit you!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Loki Sunday

Attack of the red toy thingie.

Loki is having a bad mental health day. When Thor sits by him on the back of Cat TV couch, Loki hisses and growls. Any other place in the house, Loki is fine. I think he hears voices or something.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Next Time You Need a Nurse...

will there be one for you?

Thor sez: You'll be there for me, right mommy?

Friday, September 19, 2008

And Yet Another

Yet again, our national love for our children leaves behind a few.

When this story first broke, I thought of Shaken Baby Syndrome. But as more details come out, it is a more horrific story of something beyond abuse. A grown man beating to death a 22 month old child. For spilling his beer.

There were comments on the the charleston.net site yesterday from people claiming to know the man who murdered this child. They claimed to have witnessed verbal and emotional abuse of this child.

No-one thought to call DSS? Say, um, I'm not sure what the deal is, but this is what I saw and heard?

And I climb up on my worn out old soap-box. There are children being abused and beaten in your neighborhood. They just don't die and create a whirlwind of consternation and horror. They just silently absorb the blows, the harsh words, the contempt in which they are held. They live loveless lives, fearful and sad and heartbroken that no-one loves them.

Then all that fear becomes anger and they lash out.

Then we are all shocked and horrified, clucking our tongues and complaining about these young people today who don't know right from wrong. Who are using drugs and committing crimes and getting pregnant (or impregnating).

This happens every day, people. In your neighborhood.

I am required by state law by virtue of my professional license to in good faith report any suspicions of child abuse. But beyond that, I am required by my own morality, my own knowledge of what is right, my own civic duty if you will, to report such things.

But what about you? Would you make the call if you thought something was wrong?

Or would you not want to get involved?

Loki sez: It's okay Thor, I'll always protect you.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Thor's Day!

This is Thor and White Kitten (not to be confused with White Cat who caused so much trouble).

Sweet White Kitten.

This is Thor seconds after biting White Kitten on the ear and flinging her to the floor. Grumpy Thor.

This is Thor's "I'm going to shred something expensive" face.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Dreamscapes and Nighmares

Wasn't that a Steven King title? After a long week of bifurcated sleep - sleep for 3 hours, wake up, be up until 5 in the morning, go back to sleep until 9 or 10 a.m. - last night I stayed up doing laundry and hanging out with the furballs until 3 a.m.

Finally I stayed asleep long enough to get the backwash of mental trash out of my subconscious with a series of the strangest freaking dreams. The kind that make you feel slightly unreal once you do awaken.

And I was planning a sharp and insightful post today (wow, what a change, you say) along the lines of American Idol voting and two people I know who want to vote for Sarah Palin (not McCain) because her husband could fix the toilet at the White House if it needed it.

But the idea hurts my brain so bad even after a couple cups of coffee.

So I shall resort to the tried and true:

When I can't be smart or funny, heeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrreeeeee'ssss
Thor and Loki!
How do you know if your cats are too spoiled?

They have a toy chest.
Two part question: Why I can't I get anything written and why do I think Thor is part dog?
Thor sez: Rub my belly.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Public Service Announcement

Warning: Really icky medical stuff discussed.

About a year ago last May, I started getting a pain deep in my right lower belly. It’d show up for a couple of hours and then disappear. It would be gone for a few months, then start up again.

Then it started happening more frequently and lasting longer. But there was never any discernible pattern to the cycles of pain. It seemed completely random. Whenever I pointed it out, the first response I’d get was, “Sounds like an ovarian cyst.”

My primary doc said, “Get thee unto a gynecologist.”

So one night at work, I told one of the OB/GYN docs about it and asked if she’d look at it for me. No, not right then, for Pete’s sake. I made a real appointment and everything.

And I sashayed myself off to her office to have it checked out. Hmmmm. She doesn’t find anything. Perhaps a pelvic ultrasound will clear things up.


Ultrasound shows something on the left, probably a small fibroid.

And the hunt continues.

OB/GYN said, “Get thee unto a gastroenterologist.”

Tons o’ fun.

Off to the nurse recommended GI doc (this is how nurses pick out doctors, we ask the nurses who work with the docs who has the best outcomes). He says, hmm. To the CT scan you go.

CT scan. Okay, let’s just talk about them for a moment. I properly chugged my half liters of barium, including the one in the scanning room. I helped the guy find the best vein in my arm. “Are you in the medical field?” he asks me. “Yes, how did you guess?” I reply. “You said there was a good one in the AC. Only medical people say AC.” (AC = antecubital = elbow)

I’m having an abdominal scan and after I get on the narrow little table, he asks if I have any metal in my pants. Well, yes, I’m wearing jeans. No, I don’t have to take them off, just push them down to my knees (I have a sheet covering me). Then the scan begins. They inject a dye which I am told will cause a warm, flushed sensation. Which it does. Starts around my throat and goes up to my face, down through the body, arms, legs, then fades away. Well most of it faded away. It lingered quite a while in my….ah…girl parts.

So I’m laying on this bed, shoved into a metal tube, my jeans pushed down to my knees, with my hoo-haw on fire. And the soothing, bland pre-recorded male voice is giving me instructions. “You are about to hold your breath. Breath in deeply. Hold your breath. You may now breath normally”. Something to that effect and I sort of don’t remember because I was fighting back a monumental case of the giggles at the time and I didn’t want to explain to the two tech guys why I couldn’t stop laughing.

The test showed that I had a small cyst, most likely a fibroid on the left.

Which led me to the dreaded colonoscopy. I won’t go into details except to say that it wasn’t as bad as I feared. Sure it wasn’t the most fun way to spend a couple of days (day one prep, day two procedure, day three recoup), but it was better than having your fingernails pulled out one by one.

The procedure itself, or the entire rest of the day afterwards I can’t tell you anything about because my doc loaded me up with some rocking drugs. Fentanyl and Demerol I believe.

And at last to my point. He found a large polyp. And removed it. And he told Jason (because I was tripping off in Strawberry Fields) that it would have been “worrisome” in a few years.

When he called me with the pathology results, it was an adenoma with high grade dysplasia, which means it was a polyp with a lot of pre-cancerous cells. A lot, he said. I must get my siblings in for testing if they have not already done so. He said if I had waited until I turned 50 (or never which was my original plan) I most likely would have had colon cancer.

Twenty percent of people with colon cancer have no family history of any type of polyps or cancer. As women, we are so conditioned to thinking breast/ovarian cancer that we forget (or ignore) that we are subject to the same risks for other types of cancer. While I would never in a million years skip my yearly Pap smear and mammogram, I was quite willing to skip the recommended screening for colon cancer.

I have to have another one in six months to make sure he got it all.

And now, having another colonoscopy doesn’t seem that bad. Much better than having cancer.

I’ve learned my lesson. Anything the doc tells me to have scanned, x-rayed or scoped, I’ll be there.

Especially if I can have more Fentanyl.

Loki sez: Um. We've decided you can never take us to the vet again.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Monday Morning Musings

1. Last night, the History Channel was showing raw footage of the World Trade Center attacks on September 11, 2001. The little bit I watched was the evacuation of the towers after the planes hit. And it made me teary eyed and very sad. Not because of the attack. Not because of the innocent lives lost, although my heart still hurts for their loved ones.

It was the people who made me sad. The people - black, white, brown, Christian, Muslim, Jewish, atheist, female, male, young, old, Republican, Democrat, rich, poor, simple, smart - in those moments all differences melted away and they were simply helping each other.

Carrying those who couldn't walk, supporting those who could barely walk, holding those who were overcome with tears.

The terrorists only made that human bond stronger.

What happened to us since then?

2. I have an acquaintance who only votes Republican because "Democrats raise your taxes, Republicans lower them." Period. The END. Fingers in the ears, singing la-la-la. Will absolutely not discuss any other issues.

I may send this on to him. Last I figure he ain't making no where near 2.8 million a year.

I don't know how the rest of you are doing, but my paycheck looks like a loan shark gets it before I do. Between taxes, health and dental insurance, and the small amount I can afford to deduct out in the wildest of dreams that I may actually be able to retire, about 30% of my pay is gone. And I'm down in the lower end of income, where 68% of American workers are struggling along with me while the millionaires laugh all the way to the bank.

I don't think that multi-millionaires should have to pay exorbitant percentages in taxes, but they surely should be paying more of a percentage than I am. Warren Buffet pointed this out once. He did a survey of everyone working in his office and found that his receptionist paid a higher percentage in taxes on her salary than he paid on all his income.

I hope that the hard working, middle class and working class Republican voters out there will really look at these numbers and begin to realize how their party has sold them out with razzle-dazzle and scare tactics (I refer once again to a person I know who was convinced that if gays were allowed to be married, her pastor would be "forced by federal law" to marry in their church any gay couple who asked.) and tired old cliches.

I know I'm not better off now than I was just two years ago.

3. Apropos of nothing, this has bothered me for a long time, so I shall rant about it here. I am so sick and tired of people saying that liberals just want to pat criminals on the head, serve them milk and cookies and let them go scott free because the poor little criminal had a hard life.

This is untrue. I know of no liberal that believes this. What we do believe in is crime prevention. So if Johnnie commits a crime, try him, toss his butt in jail and make him do his time. But what about Johnnie's little brother Bobbie?

If we can understand social/economic/educational factors that led Johnnie to commit his crime, perhaps we can prevent Bobbie from committing a crime.

I truly do not understand what is wrong with that. Isn't preventing crime better (no victim), cheaper (no trials/incarceration to pay for) and more productive (a citizen who has a job instead of wasting away in jail)?

4. Dear Home Ec 101:

How do I keep my couch cushions from becoming squished and furry?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Loki Sunday

The Games Kittens Play
Vampire Loki attacks suddenly, without mercy.

Leaving his victim alone on the laundry room floor.

You can't prove a thing.

...licks whiskers clean...

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Things People Say!

We were waiting in line at Total Wino, er, Wine this morning. In front of us was a lady and an elderly lady. The cashier was busy ringing their purchases up and when she was done, she looked up at the elderly lady and in a sing-song voice one might use with a very young child said:

"Look at you, standing there so nice!"

What the forty seven fucks?

The elderly lady said something I couldn't hear, (I hope it was fuck you bitch) then the cashier said in that same sing-song voice:

"Well you better get on home and get your rest now!"

I was so disgusted I could barely refrain from saying something to the cashier about it.

Can't people just talk to people like they are people?

This afternoon, I was flipping through the TV channels, looking for something to distract me from the raging headache/sore throat/stuffy nose I got going on, when I caught a snippet about a doctor who delivered a baby in a shelter during Hurricane Ike. Now, when they mention baby, I gotta stop, even if it was Faux News. (Jason clicked on that channel last night just to annoy me and up on my screen popped Bill O'Reilly AND Karl Rove...I started screaming and covered my eyes, yelling "It burns, it burns! My eyes!" Then I shielded my eyes with my arm and began to hit random numbers on the remote while sobbing, "is it gone?" Well, it amused me.)

Any way, the Faux news idiot, I mean bimbette, I mean liar, I mean anchor desk person, after talking to the doctor gushed:

"I know you don't want to be called a hero, but you are one! God knows what would have happened in that bathroom if you hadn't been there!"

Know what would have happened?

The baby would have come out.

They don't sit in the uterus waiting for a doc to show up.

Believe me. I've been at a few "nurse attended" deliveries.

Thor sez: Babies come from where???

Friday, September 12, 2008

Compare and Contrast

World War II - American public embraced rationing of gas, sugar, coffee and many other daily items. It was their patriotic duty to ration. Use less so more could have some.

Now - Some gas stations ask customers to limit purchase to 10 gallons in the face of POSSIBLE shortages that MAY BE caused when Hurricane Ike is finished with Texas. Your moment of patriotic duty to use less so more could have some.

Um, no. We panic, spread rumors, rush to the gas stations to GET OURS. Yell and scream and shake fists at our fellow Americans (seen with my own eyes at the station at Highway 61 and Dogwood while on my way to work last night). We suck up as much gas as we can, CREATING a local shortage which drives up the prices.

Smart. Terrorists don't even need to attack us physically anymore. All they have to do is spread rumors and we will happily run lemming-like to destroy ourselves, fighting like cats in a bag as my momma used to say.

If oil drilling in the Gulf is so critical to our national supply that the shut down for a few days in the face of a hurricane can cause this level of panic and price increases, what will happen when we are getting "most" (as proponants will have you believe) of our oil from expanded drilling off the coast of the Eastern seaboard? Production will be shut down multiple times during hurricane season.

Loki sez: The last ten cans of cat food are mine! Mine!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thor's Day!

Classic Thor.
Guinea pig lovin',




Wednesday, September 10, 2008

New Energy Policy

Let's jam electrodes into the brains of all these people who have the energy to be OUTRAGED by every fricking thing in the whole fricking world, hook up some battery cables and there ya go, no more imported oil necessary.

Loki sez: I'm outraged that you are outraged that I'm outraged by your outrage when clearly my outrage is more relevant than your outrage.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Born in the USA?

Not me. Not my baby brother. Not John McCain.

Then why were we all granted American citizenship upon our births?

One or both of our parents were American citizens.

This is why I never understood the rumors about Barack Obama being born in Kenya (which has been debunked and if it were true, do you really think that the Clinton campaign would not have found out and used it?).

And even IF it were true, he'd still be just as much a citizen as John McCain, me and my baby brother because his mother was an American citizen.

Loki sez: May we move on to another moot point please? Perhaps "why doesn't every politician walk around 24 hours a day with his/her hand over her heart just in case the Pledge of Allegiance might be recited at some point in the day and you certainly can't be photographed waiting for it to start before putting your hand to your heart."

Monday, September 08, 2008

Jantrum Time!

I was watching some emergency room show the other day. Why? Because I can then say out loud snarky comments that I could never utter in real life.

There was this woman who got attacked by bees. Regular bees. A whole hive of them for some reason attacked her. She had a couple of hundred stings. That's a lot of venom. And I watched, fascinated by the on-the-spot ingenuity displayed by those involved in saving her life.

And she lived, her internal organs protected from the venom that threatened to destroy them. And when she was interviewed, all she had to say was:

"I wouldn't have made it without everyone's prayers."

What a slap in the face insult to all those who actively did something to save her!

From the policeman at the scene who had the brilliant idea to spray her down with his fire extinguisher to quickly kill/disperse the bees that were still attacking her.

From the paramedics who initially stabilized her, getting life saving lines and fluids into her to prevent shock.

From the emergency room nurse who had the idea to use their badges to flick out the hundreds of stingers, a technique that allowed them to get the still venomous stingers out much more quickly than using tweezers, which can also squeeze more venom into the skin.

From the ICU nurses and doctors who closely monitored her and carefully titrated medications and fluids to support her body while it recovered.

No, none of them really mattered at all. It was just the people at home talking to their deity.

Thor sez: Dude! You need to pray for a bath! You-reek-a!

Temporary Insanity

Some weeks ago, when presented with the opportunity to attend an interesting class, I jumped at the chance and signed myself right on up.

Now, faced with the reality of having to get up at the butt-crack of dawn and make myself presentable to the public, get in my car and actually sit in Hwy 61 traffic (instead of snickering at the line of cars as I usually do on my way home happily motoring in the opposite direction), I'm wondering if I can claim temporary insanity and go back to bed.

Inter-species Harmony, A Photo Essay by Jason:

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Loki Sunday

Thor has certainly not cornered the market on goofy.
Loki does quite well in that department also.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Shamelessly stolen from I Can Has Cheezburger

more animals
(Edit: hmm, doesn't show entire caption on my view of the blog. Basically it says In the beginning, Ceiling cat conjured the earth out of thin air.)
For the mildly to the outrageously sacrilegious out there, the Ceiling Cat Bible.

Don't go if you are easily offended.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Thor sez: OMCC!