Health tip: Starting a computer screen at 4:30 in the morning makes your eyes all buggy and watery.

That is all.

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I’ve been a bit lax in taking new cat pictures, so I pulled one of my favorite of Pica as a kitten.


Pica – The Early Years: The making of a princess and bona fide camera hog.

For more cat-bloggy goodness, visit the Friday Ark today and the Carnival of the Cats on Sunday.

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Tony Snow, Shrub’s new mouthpiece, believes racism is a thing of the past in this country. He had this to say in a 2003 commentary which, ironically, dealt with Rush Limbaugh’s comments about Philadelphia Eagle’s quarterback Donovan McNabb:

Here’s the unmentionable secret: Racism isn’t that big a deal any more. No sensible person supports it. Nobody of importance preaches it. It’s rapidly becoming an ugly memory.

I’m sure as a white, affluent male high in the Republican hierarchy, racism is a foreign concept to this man. But, I’d like to remind him, and anyone else who thinks hatred based on race is “an ugly memory,” that it is not:

SPRING, Texas Apr 27, 2006 (AP)— Two white teenagers severely beat and sodomized a 16-year-old Hispanic boy who they believed had tried to kiss a 12-year-old white girl at a party, authorities said.

The attackers forced the boy out of the Saturday night house party, beat him and sodomized him with a metal pipe, shouting epithets “associated with being Hispanic,” said Lt. John Martin with the Harris County Sheriff’s Department.

They then poured bleach over the boy, apparently to destroy DNA evidence and left him for dead, authorities said. He wasn’t discovered until Sunday, 12 hours after the attack.

The victim, who was not identified, suffered severe internal injuries and remained in critical condition Thursday.

“It’s more than likely the boy won’t live,” Harris County prosecutor Mike Trent said.

I’m sad to say this happened in my own state. However, anyone who thinks this is an isolated incident or that it only happens in uncivilized, hick states has their head so far up their ass, they should be able to reconsume their dinner.

Racism is a mean, goddamned vicious thing, whether is overt or subtle. And, those who would gloss over this issue, state it is a problem of the past, try to convince us everything is just honky-dory now…. well, they are just as much to blame for the 16-year-old Hispanic boy who is in critical condition today as the two monsters who assaulted him.

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…. drop this handy form in the nearest mailbox and leave this mortal dwelling knowing your condemned loved ones will have the peace of mind that only comes in the knowledge Jesus loved you better.

This surreal bit of religious weirdness brought to public view via the Whamstress. She has my thanks for giving me my second bout of hysterical laughter for the day.

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The blogging life is just hysterical sometimes. I mean, really. Watching “intellectual” people insult other people in public then try to justify said insult in the face of the opposition always makes me laugh.

Even when I’ve been threatened.

Yes, kittens, threatened. Long story short – my dear friend Army of Mom posted pictures of guys over on her site. She received a troll comment calling her post “spousal disrespect.” Yeah, I know. Makes you go “huh???” Anyhoo, I flew in and defended by friend by being evil and cutting. You know, by being me. The next post, directed to me stated the following:

Not sure you realize this but when people put their lives out there for everyone to view – and comments are allowed – then, really, they’re kind of asking for it. Your comments about your boss will bite you in the ass, for example, if I so choose for that to happen. I don’t, by the way.

This troll goes on to say she doesn’t feel the need to “threaten” her children. Ah, but vague threats to complete strangers is okay? What WOULD her wonderful children say? She calls my friend’s life a “train wreck,” insults how she raises her children and questions my friend and her husband’s sex life.

I’ve been laughing for the past 30 minutes.

So, if you have a minute, my good and faithful kittens, please go over and show my dear friend AoM your support.

‘Cause one insult to a friend deserves…. many in return.

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Oh, and a little tip: Do not attempt to eat bacon at 5:30 a.m. Apparently, nature never intended for the stomach to absorb grease that early in the morning.

That is the end of this public service announcement.

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*limps back in, sucking on her third cup of coffee*

Well, kittens, I made it. I survived getting up at 4:45 a.m., going to bed at 10 p.m., working with a boss who couldn’t find his ass if you gave him a map and a running start, doctors who are rich enough to buy their way onto state boards, said rich doctors treating the staff like their personal slaves, steaks cooked so rare I thought I heard it moo on my plate, being told Ranch dressing is not a staple ingredient in salads, two plane rides and having my feet swell to the size of grapefruits.

It was great. Like having your hand placed in a vice grip and being told not to scream. We drank like fish when we were released from work each day. Okay, I take that back. I doubt fish could consume the sheer amount of alcohol we put away. I was told by a bartender at one of the receptions conducted by a state medical board that he didn’t have Jack and coke. I just stared for a moment, unable to move forward. He helpfully suggested Crown, which I okayed. He then POURED PEPSI IN IT!!! Crown and Pepsi. I felt like I was on a different planet.

My aforementioned dipshit boss neglected to tell me I had two comp days coming for working Saturday and Sunday. I found that little nugget out from other co-workers. I confirmed it with our travel planner. I then confronted my boss with “I know you didn’t tell me about this, but I’m taking Monday and Tuesday off as my comp days” and walked off.

I did a superb job of avoiding the boss in all social situations after work, which mainly consisted of finding the closest restaurant, eating seafood and drinking their entire wine list. The last night – the swishy dinner – he made it to my table, but there were 12 of us there, so I just didn’t speak to him. In five days time, I managed to find out none of the other directors like or respect my boss, as do at least two of the vice presidents.

At the swishy dinner, someone thought it would be fun to have as entertainment, a bunch of male students from Harvard sing old swing tunes and tell crappy jokes. Our travel planner leaned forward at one point and asked one of us to please stick a fork in her eye. About halfway through their set, I said, kinda loudly, “How much will someone pay me to stand up and scream ‘FREE BIRD’!!”?

I actually got $10.

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I’ll know which bag is mine tomorrow morning when the baggage conveyer belt finally starts moving in the Boston airport. It will be the one that lands in a dandelion whiff of cat hair. Anyone within a five-mile radius who is allergic to cat dander is going to sneeze themselves into a coma.

I haven’t traveled in a while, so the kitties were in a particularly high state of huffiness as I packed. And, I simply cannot leave until my bag, my clothes, my shoes and company’s laptop have been properly furred.

We will have free Internet access via our laptops in the “staff room”, so hopefully I can relieve the stress by giving everyone a blow-by-blow of whatever moronic idea my buttmunch of boss comes up with….. if I don’t suffocate him in his sleep, mind you. The idea is frighteningly tempting.

I’m off to bed, then down to the airport early tomorrow morning for that joyous experience known as airline travel.

Everyone behave.

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If the urge to rent “King Kong” overcomes you, take a deep breath, steady yourself and let it pass. Unless, of course, you are the kind of person who can endure three fucking hours of Naomi Watts making goo-goo eyes at a CGI-created ape.

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I read this and immediately had the vision of a two-year-old – having just been told by his mom that it’s time to go to bed and he must put up his toy – sitting down in the middle of the floor, clutching his toy to his chest and screaming “MINE! NO! MINE!”

CNN: Bush – ‘I’m the decider’ on Rumsfield
… Pressed to respond to critics who say he is ignoring the advice of respected former military commanders, Bush vigorously stood by Rumsfeld.

“I listen to all voices, but mine is the final decision,” he said. “And Don Rumsfeld is doing a fine job. He’s not only transforming the military, he’s fighting a war on terror. He’s helping us fight a war on terror. I have strong confidence in Don Rumsfeld.

“I hear the voices, and I read the front page, and I know the speculation. But I’m the decider, and I decide what is best. And what’s best is for Don Rumsfeld to remain as the secretary of defense.

I’m going to ignore, for the moment, the numbing fact that the person 51 percent of this country voted into office announced he “hears the voices.” No, it’s the message in the words that’s worse. I mean, does no one PROOF this shit before he vomits it out? Is no one in his inner sanctum aware that everytime this man opens his mouth, he sounds more and more like the dictator of some third world country and less and less like the ELECTED president of a democracy? The man truly believes he was ordained by his god and no one – not advisers, not generals, not other leaders and certainly not you and me – should question him. In his own words:

It’s important for people to know that I’m the President of everybody.

I want to thank all my citizens for coming.

So, all the debate and national indignation about illegal wire-tapping, the steady eroding of women’s rights, the never-ending quagmire in Iraq, the government cronies fucking up relief efforts, the bias against gays and on and on doesn’t mean shit to this man. Logical arguments, facts and expertise won’t change his path. The only thing that will is taking him out of office.

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