Happy new everything…

You know, as much attention as the recreational pot in Colorado story is getting, you would think it was mandatory, and that by this time tomorrow, the only other surviving industry in the state will be pizza delivery.

It’s been much too long since I’ve cleaned out my bookmarks folder: here is the result:

Every time I hear the line “like the ceiling can’t hold us” I think of this:


But then, I’m probably dating myself. And whenever I hear that phrase (dating myself) I recall the banter:

Dating yourself? How do you do that?

It’s simple. You just work yourself into a lather until you are beside yourself. The rest is an exercise left for the reader.

Can you tell I’m a little punchy tonight?

Oh, and it seems to fit the IE commercials quite well, TYVM.

An advance in domestic feline-canine relations, and much fur was shed…

Today, G convinced the dog that he can chase the cats with impunity, hissing and raised fur (and also our sofa cushions) be damned. What followed was 15 minutes of a rousing game of egged-on chase, which abruptly ended when a single claw was raised, followed by the most pitiful “welp” you can image.

It is truly surprising that they don’t all get along better, considering that the dog is a giant pussy.

Catchup blogging…

These are all things that are either too specific or too small to deserve a post of their own.

Another month of catchup blogging:

Nearing the end of the month, unsorted bookmarks

I’ve now started using the firefox “Unsorted bookmarks” folder; if anyone knows how to make the ^d keyboard shortcut default to that folder, I would love to know!