Do you want to know how not to start your Monday? Try not stepping on any of the hundreds of little chocolate chip sized runny dump droplets that your little dog (Jenny) has apparently dropped all over the house. Good luck with that. Also, try not to sleep through an entire can of alarm clock. Whatever that means.

Pancake Land and I had a really nice conversation last night about the brilliance of that lovable parasite called house cat. Think about it. They serve no purpose. Sure they may catch the occasional mouse. But not for survival. No, they just thought that catching the mouse might be fun. What could be more fun than catching a rodent? Perhaps torturing it for a few hours and then beating it to death against a wall. Seriously, all cats have to do is be cute and squishy with big eyes and we house them, feed them, empty their toilet, and then buy expensive furniture for them to sleep on. And then at the end of the day, they just don’t really care about anything. It’s like they’ve two pockets in their cute pants. One pockets is full of shits and the other is full of fucks and they are not giving either of them. Why do we keep them around then? Because. All it takes from them is little rub across the shins, a meow, and a purr and we are all like “They really like me.” Suckers. That is why, for Eazy, everyday is Cat-urday.

So, Pancake Land sent me this video and since it is made from the nightmares of Dark Wombat’s unborn babies, I thought I’d share it with you.

This day is lame already. But going back to bed is not an option. Le Duke is here for three more days, so getting stuff done is a must. I might be glazing stuff. I might be laying bamboo flooring. I might be mucking out a room. Who knows? All I know is that I’ve got a new SModcast and a new Plus One to listen to today in addition to my adventures at Hogwarts. Then, tutoring tonight. And mushroom pie.

Anywho, I’m off to it. More soon. ~SC