Alternative Goth Bohemia

There is a kind of girl, a wonderous girl, who is a shining example of what all other girls should be. She is harder, better, faster, stronger. Well, probably not stronger or faster. And calling her harder doesn't really make any sense. But she's better, which is really the point.

Cats 2: Electric Boogaloo

and then...

Looking back, I think Jamie called the vet every day and asked if Kisa's brother was ready to be picked up. Don't get me wrong, she loved having Kisa around. Whenever she wasn't calling the vet, she was feeding Kisa, holding Kisa, petting Kisa, taking pictures of Kisa, and/or talking about Kisa to anyone who would dare listen. Still, I think that knowing Kisa's brother was still in a cage in a sterile vet's office was getting to her. Jamie wanted to bring him home.

Cats

One week ago, my girlfriend, Jamie, told me she desperately wanted to adopt two kittens. It wasn't a random idea, of course. She'd seen them in the vet's office around the corner from our house. They were extremely cute, she told me. They were both housebroken, socialized, and up to date on all their shots.

The New iKAPLOW!

I don't own an iPod.

I don't own an iMac either. I don't own an iLife, iTV, iCar, iBicycle, an iChair, or an iRock. I don't own an iAnything.

There, I said it. Please don't laugh.

Dr. Turk or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the O-Bomb

I am a blerd.

If you don't know, a blerd is a black nerd. The idea is a fairly new phenomenon begun by Dr. Christopher Turk, the well-rounded but still very token black character from the TV show Scrubs, and popularized by dorks like me. You can tell I'm a blerd because I just used the word "phenomenon". That's just the way I am. Pity me.