Zen, you are cracking me up. Surprises! Hey, did you get an email from me yesterday?

I'm beginning to think that my comcast account has become like that village dome in an episode of SG-! where everything looks normal, but each day, people walk outside it and disappear.

I've sent messages to a bunch of people lately that don't seem to be getting through. That, or it's my breath.

Erin, I sincerely heart your tattoo plan. Just perfect. Might steal it.

Yay, sis-of-smonster's job!

I've made the acquaintance of a cast member of the Shakespeare theatre's Merchant of Venice. His dog is the doppelganger of my dog. It's shocking, really.

Anyway, the fellow is lovely and earnestly invited me to see the show.

It is, however, nearly 3 hours long. And, I believe I saw it at the Free-for-All years ago and found it rough going.

Do I take the tickets or politely decline? Ergh. Social awkwardity.

Funnily, when we were talking about this last night, he described his amazing apartment in NYC. I blurted, "Hey! You've got what my invisible friends call the impossible NY apartment. None of the ones we see on tv are that big or that beautiful. Or affordable."

Apparently, his is!

My next tattoo is a memorial tat for Mom. After that, it's probably more bats. Unless I really do think that translating "I'm every cliché, but I simply do it best" into Latin is a brilliant idea.

(Cass, stop laughing.)

Part of the delay in my getting tattoos is because I'm waiting on Pete to do the designs.

Miami had developed its own unique cuisine, a blend of Moroccan, Cuban and Argentinian cooking called "Al Miamisimo".

I would eat this!

Yay smonster's sister!

Boo my work, which is making me crazy. It's not so much that I have too much to do, but they just added a new project, and my current project is already making me crazy (because there's all these little details that nobody is getting right, and aren't being tracked well, and are causing all sorts of havoc). Don't WANT a new project, to add to the chaos!

yay: I got it together enough to walk up the hill in the humidity to go to a free Yoga class.

boo: Yoga instructor phoned in that she had an emergency and wouldn't be able to make it.

I repaired to the house for a nap.

bonny, insent!

My ex Mike has a NYC apartment that's almost mythically big and lovely. It's in a rent-controlled building (a concept I don't quite understand) so he can afford it by himself. Seems a little old man lived there for like his whole life and 2 seconds after he died, the realtor was on the phone with Mike going, "Quick, man, there are hordes of homeless barbarians at the gate, give me a deposit!"

Dog's fine btw. I know you guys weren't worried but just in case. I mean she's still crazy but not appreciably sicker. Roomie caught me saying, "it's going to be a while before I kiss you on the mouth again." and commented, "But when she ate cat poop, that was OK?"

Laga, IME pets eat insects alla time. 'tis protein.

Congrats to your sister, smonster!

Breathe on people who anger you.

I find this kinda unfunny.

(Cass, stop laughing.)

I'm only going to mock you if it's in English. Translated, I think it's kinda perfect.

Everything's classier in Latin.

And on the pets, we used to have a cat who fancied herself a great hunter who'd catch and eat the crickets in my mother's house. She'd throw them up, but I think it was more because of the legs being indigestible - and sticking her in the stomach - than them being bad for her. Whatever, she lived to be 17+.

I had a cat who could leap up and catch a palmetto bug 5 feet up on the wall, then eat it. The suddenly flying cat was startling, but in the South, a good bugger is valuable.