Methodists do the ashes too.

I've never heard of fiddleheads and am now curious. I'm familiar with and have done the pancake thing on Shrove Tuesday. My cat called in respose to her name, to people meowing, or when she heard the can opener. And you'd get a look when she got there and it was just a can of beans or something. She also played fetch. Awesome cat. Can't wait for those hypo-allergenic ones to hit the market.

Am curious to know how whale sounds differ when you hear them under water from what I've only ever heard, which is the sono-whatever recordings.

The Episcopalians do it, too.

Methodists do the ashes too.

Intellectually, I know this. My first reaction, though? Assume everyone is like ME, because the world spins off its axis when I'm not at the center. All your religion belong to us.

So I just watched the Pats parade from 16 floors up. Our offices are right near the end point of the parade (and I'm wondering if they just have limos or buses stashed over by the Fleet center to get them out again), but decided not to go down and see close-up. Too much like a Marathon Monday out there - I don't dig big crowds much these days.

My first reaction, though? Assume everyone is like ME, because the world spins off its axis when I'm not at the center.

Well, sure.

I know. Bad enough that people smoke. Now they want to rub their ashes all over your face?

Give me a nice fluffy bathrobe with Gud's face on the back.

The Episcopalians do it, too.

Methodists do the ashes too.

Birds do it
Bees do it
Even educated fleas do it....

I'm the only one in the office this afternoon, so it's Natter time!

My cats come when I call them by name. Recently Max has taken to coming over when I try to get Pelagie to jump on the bed. I guess the bed is just not big enough for two cats to be allowed on it.

Pelagie also runs to me whenever I go near the stairs; apparently being patted on the stairs provides a superior experience to being patted while on a level surface.

I didn't notice that today was Pancake day until after breakfast. Maybe I'll make some for supper, in the unlikely event that I'm not too lazy.

A drunken bar bet gone horribly wrong:

(whitefonted for the squeamish. especially if you're squeamish and male.)

Should've Welshed on the Bet

A Welsh rugby fan cut off his own testicles to celebrate Wales beating England at rugby, the Daily Mirror reported Tuesday. Geoff Huish, 26, was so convinced England would win Saturday's match he told fellow drinkers at a social club, "If Wales win, I'll cut my balls off," the paper said. Friends at the club in Caerphilly, south Wales, thought he was joking. But after the game Huish went home, severed his testicles with a knife, and walked 200 yards back to the bar with the testicles to show the shocked drinkers what he had done. Huish was taken to hospital where he remained in serious condition, the paper said.

...not enough 'wtf' in the world....

I had a cat who came running when I whistled.

However, if I had not fed him quickly thereafter, I am sure he would have scratched my face while I was sleeping.

Vindictive suckers, cats.