I Went to Le Meridien And All I Got Was This Stupid Pizza

Somehow I got talked into coming up to work with Dan this morning and install computers with their computer guy Brian, Dan, and his co-workers Kim and Roxanne. So here I am starving, staring at phallicly shaped cacti and creepy life sized paper mache dolls named Mr. M. Ski.

Plato is fine, although he has not a crumb of food left in the house. Kasey said she’d drop some food off to us later. Plato thanks you, Kasey!

Ok, I lied. Since his gonadectomy Plato has been kinda vicious. Before, he’d bite us when he’d get excited.. now he bites and claws. He also makes this weird chattering sound with his mouth.

Our cat, the cenobite.

Yesterday was Plato’s Last Day As A Boy

We took Plato in yesterday for his gonadectomy. What a funny word. I was told that saying he’s being “fixed” is bad because that implies that he was broken before the operation. I’ve seen the world “altered” used in a brochure at the vets office, but that sounds like I’m getting a hem put in him or something. “Neutered” sounds so… clinical. Hmmm. Gonadectomy. Gonadectomy. It’s fun to type too. Gonadectomy.

Anyway, I’m going to pick him up in about 45 minutes. It was so quiet last night without him running around the bed and pouncing on my face while I was trying to fall asleep. I missed him. :)

Did I mention I hate CSS?

I’m sitting at my desk waiting for Dan to get here and trying to figure out why some of the “post comment” links after my posts are smaller than others. I know it’s some sort of issue with my style sheet. I need to go through my sheet and weed it out. I’ve been hacking at it randomly for a few months now and it’s sooooo not going to validate if someone were to try. Uhg, look at that.

Any idea what’s up with these links?

Breakfast of Champions

I’m sitting at my desk eating a Dolly Madison Cherry Sweet Roll and drinking a Diet Coke when Juliean walks in:

Juliean: Why are you eating a Cherry Roll and drinking a Diet Coke?
Me: Ummm… (I can’t answer with mouth full of Cherry Roll)
Juliean: Don’t they cancel each other out?
Me: Well, I don’t drink Diet Coke because I’m on a Diet
Juliean: Is it a taste thing?
Me: No, not really. I think it’s the amount of Nutrisweet. It’s an addiction.
Juliean: So you can’t drink regular coke now?
Me: I can, but only when I’m eating. After you drink diet coke, the regular stuff tastes like you’re drinking syrup.
Juliean: (Looks at Cherry Roll)
Me: (Looks at Cherry Roll)
Juliean: Isn’t that like eating syrup?