t3knomanser's Fustian Deposits

My cat, Lord Rochester, likes to sit on the table while we eat. Attempts have been made to dissuade him, but all have failed. Short of locking him in another room, away from his food and litterbox, there is no way to get privacy from this cat. Instead, we take it as a victory that he stays out of our plates (and reserve locking him away for occasions of Spam® and Tuna and other such feline delicacies).

At any rate, this morning, he was on the table while Minna and I had some breakfast. Eventually, he got bored of our non-meat-based meal (and realized he wasn't going to get to play with the icing packet of the toaster strudel we were having- a favorite toy), and stood, in preparation for getting down off the table. He sauntered to the edge, ducked his head down to plot his landing, and then stopped. Without changing his body posture, he rotated his head back towards the table, his face locked in an expression that said, "Wait- am I forgetting something?" I was so struck by the expression that I voiced this aloud. As the final word left my mouth, the cat's paw struck out, lightning quick. With one sweeping movement, Rochester took the ibuprofen bottle Minna had out and heaved it from the table. Satisfied, he dropped onto the floor behind it, delivered a few playful bats, and then left it alone on the floor.

I am no longer allowed to travel for work. Every time I do, it seems the world goes to shit. Where to begin- well, let's start with old news, but the first thing I saw on the Internet after arriving at my hotel room, a radio DJ getting primates to prove that National Socialism and ethnic cleansing are alive and well in the United States.

Speaking of primates, religious nutzo's in Kenya are trying to get some of the most valuable fossils for understanding human evolution put in a back room. God forbid we offend their sensibilities.

Speaking of idiotic sensibilities, Michigan is prying into personal lives and making it illegal to leave a pregnant spouse or co-habitating partner (if you're a man). No word on how this applies if it's not your baby, or if you're a lesbian.

And finally, NBC is going to ruin one of the pure pleasures of television for me. Just RE-RUN THE BRIT VERSION YOU ASSHATS.

*Ahem*