My Addled Brain

Mark my words, Sirius will be the death of my bank account. It has nothing to do with the monthly fees I must pay to continue to feed my addiction, as the money paid is a pittance compared to the entertainment value I receive from it. Oh no, this is something much more insidious.

Since discovering the etherial broadcast a couple months ago, the most terrible events have been taking place, with an almost alarming frequency. I will hear a song, enjoy it, then find myself immediately drawn back to the house of the devil, wherein all my hard earned cash is tossed on the RIAA pyre in exchange for plastic discs in plastic cases.

But the treasures I have discovered! Hard-Fi! Morcheeba! Diana Krall! The Raconteurs! Angels and Airwaves! I sincerely doubt that any of these bands are making the rounds on terrestrial radio, but I could be wrong - I haven’t listened to broadcast since I got signed up.

Wow, I sound like a damn commerical.

Yes, that is indeed a cat. The house has been too quiet, and since I’m not about to go and buy a baby (they’re not as easy to litter train, apparently), nor can I keep a dog (highly allergic), it was either a cat or an airhorn with a random timer. And airhorns don’t purr when you pet them the right way. Yeah, baby. Yeah.

The issue before us would be the naming of the feline. Her name as given by the people at cat rescue is Topaz, but that lacks “schwing”. MCG prefers something with an asian flair, like “Moo Goo Gai Pan”. And while we were both highly amused with the concept of naming her “The General”, I don’t see her smoking a pipe and exclaiming “I Shall Return!” when exiting her litterbox anytime soon. So - what do you think?

So, what have I done in the last seven days?

Cleaned out my desk at the old job.

Got me a hot new roommate.

Worked in the yard.

Enjoyed the comforts of some new furniture.

I had an aborted attempt at installing a garage door opener.

And played with some new toys.