Saturday, January 09, 2016

Farewell, Odin

Odin weighed over 20 pounds when I started volunteering at the shelter. This was down from the 30 he weighed when he got there.

Yes, Odin. He was godlike in that he was massive, but I'm pretty sure Norse mythology has no room for extra-large goofy-ass four-legged gods who shit in a box.

Odin was a delightful cat, if needy. It was easy to theorize that his owner fed him every time he wanted attention. You could hug him like a teddy bear. He loved me because I was the only one who would pick him up. He did weigh less than a case of beer. 

He didn't lose enough weight and he didn't lose it in time. Like so many overweight people and animals before him, he had a heart attack and died.

Hey, housecats get memorial posts, some shelter cats should get 'em too.

Friday, January 08, 2016

Sentimental fool am I

If this doesn't fill you with joy and/or bittersweet sorrow, get the fuck out of my Friday night.

Tuesday, January 05, 2016

My heart's in the basement, my weekend's at an all-time low

A few things...
1) My auto-generated weekly Spotify playlist gave me this today, just one example of how I welcome our algorithmic overlords. I remember doing online music like 15 years ago (Lauchcast?) and it hurt.
2) David Bowie's best pop music is as good as pop music gets, no?
3) The Killers' "Mr. Brightside" is basically a cover of this. I hope those pandering Vegas turds at least bought him a drink sometime.
4) The fuck is a bippety-boppety hat? Never mind. It's Bowie. Don't ask so many questions.