Wouldn’t this October be better if part of it was taking place at Fenway Park?

This used to be my favorite cat in the world. Her name was Cleo. She belonged to my friend Kelli. Cleo is no longer with us.

I said she used to be my favorite cat.

Now, Patches is my favorite cat. By far.

So lately I’ve been getting most of my internet laughs from The Oatmeal.  A few days ago I linked an Oatmeal comic on my Facebook page.  The love of my life just clicked one of those links and nearly died laughing.

Now you can relive her experience by clicking this link.  This is one damn funny cartoon.

The 2010 World Series begins tomorrow.  The Texas Rangers who earned my eternal respect for beating the scum that is the New York Yankees, vs the San Francisco Giants who spoiled my World Series prediction by beating the Philadelphia Phillies.  Damn them.

So, who is going to win the World Series?  I haven’t a clue, honestly.  I want to pick the Rangers because they made my playoffs by spanking the evil ones.  They’ve got Cliff Lee, so they should get 2-3 wins.  The Giants have the remaining ass kicking starting rotation, they should be able to beat anyone.

I really don’t know.  On top of that… I really don’t care about either of these teams.  I mean… big freakin’ deal, the Rangers and the Giants.  I could give two shits about both teams.  So how do I pick my winner?

When I was a kid in little league the people who had an even number street address were put into the American League and those with odd number addresses were put in the national league.  So we’ll follow that mentality to start with.

From there I take us to RANDOM.ORG.  Keeping the defaults of min=1 and max=100 I push the generate button which returns the value of 28.

28 is an even number, therefore I am picking the Rangers to win the world series.  Cliff Lee for World Series MVP.

Go Rangers.

Yesterday felt like a crappy day almost from the minute I left the house right up until the moment I returned to it almost 12 hours later. Just a sad, painful, success-free kinda day.

Today has been better. A little bit better at least. It was a serious fight to get my fat butt out of bed this morning. I could have stayed under the covers all day and not given it a second thought. I’ve had a bit more of a positive that-worked kinda feeling today, but overall I just want to go home. Also, is it just me or is this the slowest day in recorded history? I feel like I slipped out of the normal space/time continuum into some weird parallel universe where one hour is 200 minutes long.

I still have three hours or so to go in the work day even though it feels like I’ve been here for at least 10 hours. I want to go home.

What do you think? The chair on the left has gotten some extra attention from the cat’s claws. I was about to take another one from the point of view of the love seat, but my sister’s family came over at that moment and I couldn’t allow myself to be distracted from my amazing little nephew.

On a technical note, I wonder if I’m over doing Instagram. Could be. Probably.

We’re having a number of people over for dinner tonight, including some of the toddler variety. Kitty has been behaving less than stellar today, what with the clawing the shit out of the brand new chair, so we decided to err on the side of caution and get Ms Patches out of the line of little person fire.

We took her downstairs to our finished basement. She instantly regressed back to hide under the couch and never ever come out mode. Poor little thing.

Her food, water, and bathroom are all down stairs too so she will want for nothing while the two legged folks eat delicious spaghetti in Jen’s wonderful tomato/meat gravy. (is it meat gravy or tomato gravy? I can’t remember the proper term for what we heathen Americans often call spaghetti sauce.)

Hopefully she doesn’t eat any of the musical instruments while she’s down here. Maybe the Gibson Guitars and Larry’s electric piano should go upstairs for a while.

Have fun having the run of the cellar, Patches!

Seance… As in when you talk to the dead. As in Whoopie Goldberg and Patrick Swayze in Ghost… Did I spell that right?

I think three dead rock stars just tried to communicate with me through my iPod.

We are having a bunch of people over for dinner tonight and I put my 80 gig classic on random while Jen cooked and I cleaned.

The first song was “Bo Diddley was a Gunslinger” by Warren Zevon. One of our guests will be my brother in law, who posted a Zevon lyric on Facebook the other day. I think that was Warren Zevon telling us we are going to have a good night tonight.

The second song was “Power of Love” by RTZ, a band that included Brad Delp. Jen knew Brad, and I think he used my iPod to agree with Warren Zevon that we are going to have a good night.

The third song was “Long Live Rock and Roll” by Rainbow, with Ronnie Dio singing. I’m not sure what Ronnie’s message was. It was probably long live rock and roll, but I know he was a big fan of cats so maybe he was telling us that our cat is awesome, or maybe he was talking directly to her and not to us at all.

The fourth song was “Then” by Yes. No one in that band has passed away yet. Unless something terrible happened since last I read the news.

I am a little worried about the health of Yes bass player Chris Squire though, as a short time later one of the songs from his solo album came on. I’m wondering if I should check the news.

Here’s to us having a nice night with family and friends, and here’s hoping that Chris Squire is feeling all right today.

I wonder if the owner of this truck said this on the way out the door this morning:

Honey, I’m going to Denny’s and I’m taking the truck.