Eye of the Tiger
It's bad news, I'm afraid, Tiger appears to be quite ill. She has eaten next to nothing over the last two or three days, her litter box is untouched since I cleaned it yesterday, and this evening she peed in my room. The damnable thing about it is that this has come on so suddenly. She was absolutely fine, quickly accustomed to her daily supplement of tuna—and aggressively vocal in demanding it as soon as my mom returns home in the evening—and I took her to the vet less than a fortnight ago, for a routine yearly shot, and she was given a clean bill of health for a geriatric cat (she's eleven-and-a-half years-old). What the heck? I do not mean to be overly pessimistic, and Dad is taking her to the vet tomorrow, but I cannot help but be reminded of Sam's declining years, replete as they were with failing kidneys. Come on, Tiger, please just be under the weather, please just be suffering from a nasty but passing bug.

The Stars My Destination
Please forgive the delay, home are the heroes: Discoverylink. And I know landing in California and being ferried back to Florida atop the Shuttle Carrier Aircraft is cumbersome and expensive, but it looks so cool!



Also, woo hoo, the Desert R.A.T.S. are at it again: analoglink. Rings of Saturn, please don't let President Obama fulfill his campaign pledge to cancel Project Constellation. Oh please, oh please, oh please. Flyby missions are not enough, men must set foot again upon the Moon, and upon Mars, and beyond! Which had a bigger impact, the Apollo 8, 9, & 10 flybys or the Apollo 11 landing? If the president truly wants to encourage Americans to dream and to recommit themselves to education and self-improvement, nothing would do more to advance that cause than a return to the Moon and the first steps upon the Red Planet.

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
R.E.M., "It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" via iTunes (T.L.A.M.)