It is a very telling thing when people start clipping ads in newspapers because they reminded them of you. Or they thought you’d think it was funny. For example, I got an ad for a remote controlled toilet that cleans your butthole for you, because you have trouble reaching back there for one reason or another, from Mimi via Word to Me. She saw the ad and thought of me. Or thought I would think it was funny. The ad is pretty brilliant, I do have to say. The crown jewel of the ad has got to be the photo of the inventor of said toilet with his arm around the back of the toilet. One hand holding the remote, the other resting gently on the seat. Maybe it’s the smirk on his face. Whatever it is, it is troubling/awesome.

It’s Monday and that is stupid. I don’t want to be awake and getting ready for chemistry. I want to be in bed asleep for another two to three hours. But, alas, I am up and there is nothing I can do about it. And there is no new SModcast this morning. This is so lame.

The kittens have entered the stage that I like to call: Totally Insane. They are about ten weeks old right now and are feisty as Hell. Running, I mean, running around the house. They have learned, pretty well, not to do that running between my feet when I am walking thing. My Chacos take no prisoners.

I can’t think of anything else to say. More soon. ~SC