If I may quibble about the article, there's no Wisconsin University (it's University of Wisconsin). But I have to wonder if the experiment was inspired by the Jim Stafford song, "Your Bulldog Drinks Champagne."

And Teddy often wears the expression of the cat in the squid hat. Especially right after taking his meds.

Ordering from Target online doesn't get me the tops tomorrow though, which is a downside.

Is there no cheapish general clothing store near by?

Also, I kind of like the word frottage, except for the part where I have had people doing frottage on me in the subway and that's one of the nastiest things ever. That goes on in the subway.

Does Ross carry stuff like that?

ita, yes, Ross should have some.

Clive Owen defends the con-going:

Just when I think Clive Owen couldn't possibly get hotter, he proves me wrong. I'm okay with that.

Is there no cheapish general clothing store near by?

That's why I asked about Ross. It's really random, though. I'd never looked at the men's section, and I swear the women's section is radically different in every store.

I can't make out their retail model--them or Marshall's.

Thanks, Sparky!

It's too early for me to talk about Clive Owen. Haven't had me tea yet.

That's not a cat!

That's not a cat, it's the thing that stalks my nightmares.

It's so nice to know other people are here, fighting the good fight, while I was sleeping in.

Ordering from Target online doesn't get me the tops tomorrow though, which is a downside.

This is true, but I bet Sparky is right, and Ross will have some.

ION, Sparky is very hard to type before I have had coffee.

Also, I kind of like the word frottage, except for the part where I have had people doing frottage on me in the subway and that's one of the nastiest things ever. That goes on in the subway

I'm usually completely oblivious. Some guy was rubbing against me on a train, and I didn't notice until the woman next to me called him out, and I was like "stop what?" and she explained that he was rubbing himself on me, but somewhere innocuous like my arm or my side. I was reading a magazine, listening to my iPod, in my own world.

It's too early for me to talk about Clive Owen. Haven't had me tea yet.

I'm only a third of the way through my coffee cup, but in order for me to talk about Clive Owen, all I really need are a string of consonants with a vowel at the end. "Nnnnrrggggah."

Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying enough attention -- I'd bet either a Ross or a Marshall's would have them.