The cats are giving me a dazzling display of Kitty Porn right. Cleo's licking Orion's face as he stares at me looking extremely disaffected.



Six years must really make a difference. A whole generation of 30 year olds fall haphazardly in that gap between their age and us 25 year olds. A gap where they have no clue who Radiohead is and whether or not they are a good band. A generation full of singles who listen to Celine Dion and think that little Justine Timberlake is a real cutie. A gaggle on the verge of becoming old an cynical. A pride morphing from Puma to Cougar.

The best part of my run is when I make it back to the house and I sit on the porch. My mind and body totally exhausted and shut down. No more thoughts, just some humming or singing as I follow the song that randomly comes up on my iPod. Running is good for the body and soul. By the end I have analyzed something for all that it's worth and am ready to move on.



More reasons to love apple were released today.

I feel like I either have the greatest luck or misfortune when it comes to observing other drivers. It seems that every time I spot a camero it's being driven by Billy Ray and for some reason unbeknownst to me he's doing it without a shirt on. And as I drive by our eyes meet and I try to turn away but I am stuck staring down a stereo type at 120 clicks as both cars whirl down the QEW. Moments later two NInja motorcycles whirl by with their shirts flapping in the wind, symbolically saying Fuck You. Then I see that sporty new Japanese car, complete with a little Japanese hottie. She smiles as I go by, too timid to actually make her car perform.

Did the last season of Buffy leave you with more questions? You better look here to answer them so as your head does not explode from all the inconsistencies you just haven't figured out. Also don't think about Anya and the bunnies because that reason is as dead as she it.

It was a total Seinfeld moment, unless you relate better to Friends. Have you ever seen the episode where Ross moves into a new apartment and then his neighbors ask him for money for a party for some guy he doesn't even know... I was sitting in my weekly meeting and a card was passed around for a co-worker that's leaving and I really had no choice but to sign it and chip my $10 even though I've never had a conversation with the person that leaving. What could I have done, if I hadn't of chipped in I would have been a social outcast like Ross.



See, TV is good for something!

This clothing rant just won't die. I wish I could rip it out of my personality like the rotting piece of flesh that it is, but it's destine to stay and fester every time I am put to the test of purchasing clothes. Today I tried to buy pants and the store only had 1 style that were non-pleated. I tried these on in my size, but my thighs didn't fit, because you know, I have huge thighs. Then I tried the size that fit my thighs but they were big enough for another person to live in. My simples question is this, what does the person look like who supposedly fits in these pants?

Offices are formal and stingy unless somehow you manage to work for a company that no one bothered to tell that .com was out and right sizing was in. Sometimes I walk around and don't really recognize myself. It just doesn't seem natural. You walk around in clothes you don't like and have to be ultra poltical in everything you say and write. I guess I just have to accept that it's time to throw out the sweaters and bring in the collared shirts and to replace ttyl beotch with kind regards.

As I sit here; the sun flickers on my bed as it passes through the fresh green leaves on the trees; Orion, gives his orange fur a furious tongue bath, showing on his incredible flexibleness and strangely mocking me with because he knows I cannot even touch my toes; my iPod plays random music going from salutary summer tunes to steel cased rock rifts by a band with 'the' in their title.



Everything happens so quickly and when it's over all I can say is my, that went by quickly. Exponentially so, but that must be an indication that I am enjoying myself for the greater part of the hole. No longer am I waiting for something to happen, because it is. And because it is, other things get pushed to the side. Things I had time for and did like a Rock Star are on the wayside. Case in point. I can't surf the web anymore. I can't last more than 15 minutes. What happened to all the content out there? It shriveled up and died and now the net seems void and spotted with decaying sites. It's terrible state has zapped the creativity from me.

Some people take real time in creating there ads. This Honda one takes the cake with it's 4 months to create and shoot.