Dude the Cat is still missing. This is killing my creative mojo. Actually, it is killing all the mojo, all the time. I do have a useful post in my head though! I now know lots and lots about finding (or trying to find) a lost pet in my area. Which shelters do a great job of scanning every animal for microchips, and which ones say, “This one looks grumpy I’m not in the mood to be shredding to pieces. Mark it down as ‘not chipped’ Fred.” Which shelter are you mostly likely to contract a STD and worms? Which shelter is overly cheerful but at least doesn’t smell like 100 years of piss and dead animals? I have all these answers and more people!
As a way of saying, “I’m sorry for being sad” here is a recent thrilling conversation I had with Chicken via Google chat while he was in the other room.
Chicken’s Chat Status: Dear Lana: Marry me. kthxbai.
Sam: DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT LANA DEL REY IS A GIRL? SHE HAS A VAGINA FOR PETE’S SAKE.
Chicken: DONT YOU MEAN FOR PATRICIA’S SAKE?
DAMN CAPS LOCK IS BROKEN AGAIN
SHAKES FIST AT GODS
YOU’RE SHAKING YOUR FIST AT NOTHING
Chicken: NUUUUUUU D: