It's been fifteen years. We must never forget.

Hello, Kitty
Apparently, Sam got into a fight last weekend while I was away. Sam is old, partially blind, trembly, and despite being fed twice a day and never finishing all his food, incredibly skinny. In his youth, Sam was the terror of the neighborhood; in addition to biting most visitors to the house, he also fought every cat possible and harassed dogs for sport. He was so aggressive that we had him completely declawed at the youngest possible age, but he still never lost a fight, despite almost always being significantly outweighed. But those were the good old days, and we shall never see their like again. Fighting any other cat, but especially one younger and more spry, and his oponent almost certainly was, is a terrible idea. All this week, he's been moving even more slowingly and cautious than usual, and whining much more. Nevertheless, no matter how ill-advised his behavior may be, I'm proud of him; it's nice to know the foul-tempered, mean son of a bitch I grew up loving is still in there somewhere.

Crap
Blink-182 (including Boxcar Racer)

H-A-D
Have a Siamese day.