You should take a picture of it before it gets Ruby-fied. I wore black pants today, of a material entirely incompatible with the current state of dog hair in our house.

A few years ago I was on sabbatical, teaching in a European university. I made frequent trips back to the U.S., to the home I shared with my then girlfriend and her three cats and two dogs. After a few months in Europe I noticed that people who had been sitting in the visitor's chair of my office tended to get up and brush their clothes off on the way out of the office.

I checked the chair, and it was COVERED in cat hair. Intercontinental ballistic cat hair! I could identify all three cats based on the evidence. I still can't figure out how it happened. Must be one of those faith-based things we were talking about earlier.

There's a guy in NYC who specializes in getting large things into small apartments. He's claims to be able to cut anything up and put it back together.

Rick, I think that is called "static electricity."

I know it well, as well as I know the sensation of sticky-rolling my own butt.

OH OH OH! I meant to say last week. I got cowbell in the mail via JZ - made me laugh and laugh.

Yay! I am glad cowbell arrived at its destined destination, o bellest of belles.

I think "more cowbell" is one of those things that is bigger now than it was when it first aired. As opposed to, say, "I'm Rick James, bitch!"

"choke a bitch" is making steady rotation in my vocabulary.

Rick, I think that is called "static electricity."

Like the way my white T-shirts become black whenever I hold Teddy. Or when he climbs on my chest, which is one of his favorite positions for watching TV.

Bob reminded me last night of a phrase I hadn't said in a while,

"What do the five fingers say to the face?!"
SLAP!

Harking back to earlier discussion on science and religion. Rush has determined that Global Warming is a religion.

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Actually most people I know dismiss people concerned about the environment as tree-hugging idiots.