That I’m posting to Damn Hell Ass Kings just because I want to see what my new icon looks like?

You know, usually I never associate with those little pukes at Diaryland, but when Disco the Kid and Shandy came through town this weekend I made an exception. Plus they’d gotten Erin to tell me where I lived and they came over and cornered me intimidatingly.

Really, though, it was good meeting them. D-kid is like that one guy in high school who is like Jesus in that he’s clearly really popular but also just a really cool, sincere guy, although to be honest I guess I am not thinking so much of Jesus himself now as I am of the guy in high school who everyone actually called Jesus on account of his long hair and beard and winning Messiah style, and at graduation everyone yelled Jesus! when it was his turn to cross the stage, but anyway, Disco is like THAT guy except not as full of himself and he dresses better too. And right away when you meet Shandy, you like her and want to have the guy she’s with killed so you can spend the rest of your life with her. But, aha, it turns that guy is Disco, so you’re foiled!

Here it only looks like we shot up heroin for five hours and made a death pact with each other.

It was a fun time. Disco wanted to use my audblog feature to broadcast his nutty conspiracy theories but we couldn’t get the number to work on my cell phone that night. We’ll try again sometime soon.

It’s been less than a week since I bought this damn camera and I’m already a proponent of the dorkiest Blogger With A Digital Camera cliche there is: excessive cat snapshots. Which is pretty alarming considering I don’t even have a cat.

Yeah, you know my neighbor’s kitten that made an audio guest appearance here? This is her:

She was in my hallway on Saturday morning. I mean I opened the front door to go downstairs and she tried to come in. My neighbor had gone out somewhere and evidently the kitten had slipped out into the stairwell.

What the hell was I going to do, just leave the thing out there?

I put a sign up on the lobby door downstairs (“FOUND: KITTEN”) and left my front door open so I could keep an eye on her. Then she came in.

Um, okay. Hi.

The kitten went into my bathroom, which I guess is a total theme park of weird hard-to-reach nooks and crannies. She got in my bathtub and then kept moving her crazy miniature head around so I couldn’t get a clear picture of her face.

Then she found some dental floss. That didn’t seem very sanitary, so I took it away. She was pissed, but shit happens when you go AWOL, cat.

I took about 900 more pictures of this thing. You don’t even want to know. Just now I had to stop myself from posting half of the shitty pictures where I only managed to get part of her ass or three of her legs in the frame because she was so damn kitten-ny and wriggly, and I was actually going to show them to you but …no.

I was a foster parent for less than an hour, because the kitten’s owner finally came home. My neighbor seems really very nice, so I’m trying to figure out how to tell her I’ve been exploiting her pet on the internet using all kinds of multimedia techniques. Should I leave her a note or something?