Going to return stuff to big box stores. Tuesday evening bliss.

Yeah. I’ve discovered Twitter. I’ve even managed to tack it into the rear end of Space Monkey Pants like Eeyore’s tail.

So… while I’m still locked in the death-grip of this NEVERFREAKINGENDINGTIMECRUNCH… I will, at least, be able to put something up here for your viewing pleasure.

The true minutia of my life.

I can feel you tremble with anticipation.

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PS: If you feel so inclined, you can also follow my twittish activities on my Twitter page. Same great taste. Just as many bananas.

Yay! I got my MooCards!

Hello SpaceMonkeyPantseteers. Please meet your new Twitter overlords. Bow down before us and serve us cookies and an assortment of milk.

The remnants of Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Really Pissy Mood Noel are sweeping through town right now.

Me and the Large One are on blackout watch. In the event that we lose power, my duties consist of leaping into action to get our generator running to keep the sump pump running or else we are going to employ a whole lot more dog-paddling than is proper when doing laundry tomorrow.

The Large One’s duties consist of keeping me warm.

I do have to say, I don’t know if this is what most people have in mind when they use the phrase “a state of cat-like readiness”: