Posts published during March, 2004

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March 21, 2004

The Greatest and Best Song In the World

Argh, I desperately wanted to post a pick of Bella on site this morning, only to find that I have lost my Adobe PhotoShop CD. On a more positive note, my frantic Photo Shop hunt turned up my long lost Tenacious D CD. The joy I get from hearing the album’s opening lines “I love you baby, but all I can think about is kielbasa sausage, your buttcheeks is warm…” more than makes up for the small sadness of losing Frodo Shop.

You know, come to think of it, I burned a copy of the D for Rockstar Brother a while ago and sent it home USPS. He said he never got it. I wonder if CG Dad made an interception. I can just see CG going “hmm, what’s this?” and plunking it into his PC. With only one listen, the CD becomes CG’s instant favorite.

He rocks out to “Karate” and it’s ass kicking “from here to Tianamen Square” and marvels at the musical genius of One Note Song and it’s “bendy.” He is in awe of the CDs incredible life affirming lyrics. Afterall, it is a well known fact that the D has written one of the most hauntingly beautiful love songs ever written. “F* her Gently” far surpasses such romatic standards Endless Love, I Just Called to Say I Love You, or Muskrat Love.

In other news, I also found the Oregon Trail CD I filched from my parents house last summer in our CD stash. I may “travel the trail” this afternoon actually. I think the O.T. has a really special place in the hearts of 20 somethings, as kids across the US were made to play the crappy DOS version in our elementary schools’ computer labs.

Remember how cool the old boxy IBMs were? Heh.

Also, Angelface has some new digits. His previous celly has now gone on to digital heaven. I think it was a case of divine intervention: Friday night Bella chewed through his chargers cord right in front of him. Saturday he waded into the pool… He realized after getting out, that his Sanyo had gone swimming with him, in h is pocket.

Apparently you’re not supposed to get water in the LCD and exposed circuitry. Woops

And we laughed, for a few minutes at least. And now I’m worried, last night Bella Bad Girl chewed through my phone charger cord… Will plan to keep my phone away from H2o today.

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March 14, 2004

Toxic Kisses

Am The Worst At Blogging. I feel like I should be giving myself a little lecture and slap on the tush regarding my slothlike blogging habits of late.

Regardless, as Popi says guilt is not for me, guilt is for my cat.

…Now, I’m not entirely sure what that means, except I shouldn’t feel bad about being a lazy banana slug.

Speaking of my cat, her name is Bella after the Italian word for “beautiful.” And she is very beautiful with her little white feet and sleek black torso. She has pretty green eyes with little black slivers for pupils and her tongue is fun because it’s all bumpy and weird looking.

It is with her tongue, or rather the breath attached to it, that I am often awoken from a sweet sleepy dream. You see, Belladonna, as well as being a lady of great beauty, is also a lady of great breath – stank breath, that is.

I’ve never met an animal with chronic halitosis before. Well, that’s not true… I am engaged to Angelface… I kid, I kid!

Bella consistently has the worst breath I have ever smelled. I mean, no kidding, her breath could knock the fleas off a dog and the flies off dog crap.

Of course, it is only when I’m sleeping or being leisurely that miss Bella wants to grace me with her fantastic vapors. At these blissful times she must position herself an inch from my left nostril so that she can open wide like an alligator and let loose a blood- curdling full-on breathy “Meeeow!”

But that’s not the worst way she wakes me. Her most recent early – morning antics have included, but are not limited to: a hostile takeover of my pillow, a loud crash coming from the kitchen, a rousing claws-out pounce on my delicate tootsies, and uninvited and suspiciously wet cranial and facial massages.

It was recently discovered that the source of the water from said massages, I am sad to say, is our toilet bowl. We are no longer free to leave the lid up, as Miss Bella has decided to use the porcelain throne as her personal splash mountain.

Speaking of which, she has disappeared from my sight… This is not a good sign. Must go chase my water baby. Pics next time…. Can’t find Photoshop CD at this ‘mo…