Apparently there are two kinds of cats, those who are freaked out by floor-cleaning robots, and those who ride them: [link]

That's comedy gold, man. I am SO getting a Roomba when the nuns pay me for the freelance project.

I have 2 dogs and 2 cats AND a digital camera that takes video.

I know you know where this will lead.

I need cat health advice. One of my cats is getting older, 10 years, now. Lately, he's been leaving little dollops of poo on the floor. It's not like he's not using the litter box, he is. It's not runny diarrhea. It's just small spots of soft poo. I plan on taking him to a vet on Monday, but any idea what this is?

Thanks, Kristin. Yeah, I don't think they are exactly not welcome. I was probably trying to shorten the thing down too much - that happens to me all the time, usually because someone else is demanding my attention. Anyway, I know they know they are coming but the whole "Why don't you stick them in a playpen" thing sort of makes me feel weird. So, we are going because Joe really wants to go and I don't feel like making a big deal.

Maybe I just miss having easy-to-be-around friends. It really sucks that my friend C and her family left.

Off to the party, I guess.

I've been working on stuff in the office all day but now that I have time to be out on the floor like an actual manager the stalkerish guest is here and I want to hide until he goes away.

Reason #87668 that I love my department at school: I just got an email from my department head with the subject line, "Rock Me Sexy Jesus." The first line of the email was "...is the hit single from the new movie 'Hamlet 2,' which we might need to go see as a department, methinks." She went on to talk about our meetings and schedule next week. Bless.

Knowing Steve Coogan plays Jesus in the play-within-the-film in Hamlet 2 I got a huge laugh out of his character in Tropic Thunder proclaiming "I am Jesus Christ" last night.

Happy Birthday, Erin!!

I'm in pure geek-mom pride mode: Owen reading this month's issue of Tiny Titans.

I just polished off some eggplant parm and am sitting with my feet up drinking my red red wine. Done with productivity.

I cleaned one room today. My living room. After a summer of bachelorhood there were countless DVDs and videos strewn about. Nasty socks, empty food wrappers, mystery items, etc. Don't know how 2 people can manage to make such a mess in a couple months. Ugh.

All the media is back in alpha order again and items returned to their cases. Stuff is cleaned and dusted. The dead plants are tossed. I may never leave this room again. Or I might try another room tomorrow.

Oh, and tomorrow we are going to the IMAX for The Dark Knight. Whee!

Fun!

I spent birthday money, and, having just finished volumes 1 & 2 of Buffy Season 8, I have to decide between Constantine and Killing Joke.

Given Laura's plans for tomorrow (which sound awesome!) I'm going with the Bat-verse.

Tomorrow, I will go to the gym. And clean out my car. And possibly bring about world peace, you know, if there's time left.

Apparently, even though I feel mostly better from the cold, I am still tired as hell.

I just watched/slept Olympic coverage for the bulk of the day.

Actually, my head is still stuffy as hell. It's like my body is saying, "You weren't any better kid, that was adrenaline".