vituperation

I’d like to tell you this was going to be one of my patented semi-humorous entries today, but nothing really funny’s happened in the last few days. Mostly I’m tired and bitchy, the latter because of the former.

Not that I’m bitching, I’m just saying I’m tired of being tired. On a completely different note, the feeling of being bruised around your chest and lats combined with the muscle soreness of lifting weights is one creepy fucking feeling.

Just so you know.

Sunday morning, the bastard cat showed up again, to torment our kitties. This time, instead of trying to run him off, I went out - climbed through the window in the library, actually - and spoke softly to him until he let me pet him.

He’s pretty friendly, actually, very loving and everything, and he even crawled up into my lap for some rolling and rubbing. We played for a while, then I went in and woke Robyn up (it was about 7:00) for her to come see him.

He didn’t like Robyn as much as he liked me, probably because I was rolling around on the ground with him like a ‘tard while Robyn stayed upright. Matter of fact, he seemed a little skittish of her, jumping occasionally when she’d walk near him.

Everything was fine for several minutes.

Then the cat flopped onto his side for more rubbing by me, and I obliged him. All was well until Robyn stepped near the cat, then without warning he spat. His claws blurred in the early morning light, and I suddenly found myself with blood oozing from seven different locations on my hand and arm.

So if I up and die of rabies or tetanus or something, you know how it happened.

We went over to Decatur Sunday, to walk by the river and play in the park. We ended up having a picnic lunch at Point Mallard, in the picnic area, then taking a leisurely stroll on their bike/walking path along the river’s edge.

Damn, I love spring.

Note: This contest is over. Please do not enter.

Alrighty, I need a question answered, and I’m willing to give a book away to find the answer, because I’m tired of looking.

The prize? A paperback copy of The Mothman Prophecies, by John Keel (pretty good book, if you like the paranormal stuff). All you have to do is answer a question for me.

The question? Simple. On this web site, you can view the trailer for the movie The New Guy. Said trailer is 2:11 long. At approximately 1:48 into the trailer, a song begins playing and plays for the rest of the trailer. I want to know the title of this song, and the artist (hint: it’s not on the soundtrack).

Email your answer to me, and I’ll select a winner at random from the correct entries. Make sure the subject of the email you send me is "SONG", or it will be discarded. I’ll accept entries until 5:00 (17:00) CST Thursday, May 2.

Good luck.