Some time in the last year, while we had the cat, we’d taken to calling him Puppycat rather than Pussycat or his originally given name of Basil. He loves all kinds of sticks and will go chase it around if you hold it and will run after it like a dog if you throw it. [...]
Archive for May, 2008
I have a sneaking suspicion this is how I’m going to spend my nights after work when I get to Dublin, rather than at a pub having a pint: searching Youtube for cat videos and then cry-laughing. Like Liz Lemon, but unfunny and without repressed sexual chemistry with the boss.
Ah, the early 90s was a simpler time - I hope this video makes you as happy as it made me.
Would it really surprise anyone who knows me to find out that I didn’t know what “TP for my Bunghole” meant until I was in college? Sort of like I didn’t know what second [...]
I was waiting for a rerun of Ugly Betty today, which never came about so I guess I was just confused with the schedules, them being in Danish and everything. Anyway long story short I was tricked into watching an hour of some wedding show that wasn’t Bridezilla, and one hour of what was actually [...]
This is exactly like that time when I was sixteen and my guitar-hero crush had the generic perfect girl.
Well, not really, but, haha, what the hell.