Eight Hours, Bitches!

I'm back from Vegas, but I just bought a USB cable online for my phone so I can transfer the pictures to my computer before I write about it.

However, I'm eight hours from going emo on all your asses (though some of you appear to want that, so maybe I'll just start writing a "kitten blog" instead).

Today Mr. Spanks did the cutest thing. I was eating a piece of pizza and he started to claw at my pantleg. So I picked him up and put him on my lap. Then, I set the pizza down on the plate and he jumped up and stole a pepperoni! Oh, Mr. Spanks, you're so precocious!

His full name, in case you all didn't know, is Reginald T. Spanks Esquire. And, yes, T. is his middle name and isn't short for anything. Isn't that adorable?

I should have the Vegas thing up whenever that cable gets here.

By the way, there are some good suggestions. I especially like the one about reviewing upcoming shows, so that'll probably be in the pipeline this week as well. Thank you for those.

Interesting thought of the day:
Contrary to what the movies may lead you to believe, if you hold something at the same time as somebody else you're arguing with, and say the same thing at the same time (i.e. "I wish I was you!") you do not actually switch places with them. You do, however, turn into Fred Savage or Judge Reinhold.