Excerpts From The Dog's Daily Diary
8:00 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
11:30 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
5:00 pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
6:00 pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!

Excerpts From The Cat's Daily Diary
Day 283 Of My Captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
13:22

First I lose a mitten. It probably fell out of my pocket somewhere near the bridge. Later, as I absentmindedly tugged my ears to check my earrings -- just a daily ritual to make sure they're there and haven't fallen off in the shower or something because it has happened before -- ONE OF THEM IS MISSING. I freak out because they're my favorite and I'm holding out hope the missing brethren is trapped in my home and not out and about in the Financial District, Civic Center, or Chinatown (places where I was out and about before noticing anything wrong). O Fortune, what pair of mine shall be affected next??? ;_;
03:30

Guys, how do you get rid of old drugs? Don't just toss 'em; the government wants you to wrap them up in poo, or something else undesirable. (Coffee grounds? Since when is that equivalent to feces?) Like what? Plutonium? Because I have that in droves.
19:57

A linguistics professor was lecturing to his English class one day. "In English," he said, "A double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."

A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."
20:13

Gossip Girl is my guilty pleasure. I only started watching because it actually takes place in New York, rather than using Vancouver or a set. But now I'm also watching because it's frothy fun, even more so than Josh Schwartz's previous project, The O.C. (Yeah, and I watched that, too.)

Bionic Woman was a huge letdown. Maybe David Eick needs his BFF, Ronald D. Moore? I'll stick around for a few more episodes, but if it doesn't pick up I'm checking out and watching only -- that's right -- Gossip Girl in that time slot.

Come back already, last seasons of Battlestar Galactica and The Wire!

Happy early Colombo Day. Day off! All riiight.
22:01

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I am at a courthouse.

I am at jury duty.

I am using a public-access laptop. It has a 20-minute timer.

I am bored.

When you young whippersnapppers get called for jury duty, remember to bring various forms of entertainment. You have to wait. A lot. I know a docile cheetah always cheers me up.

Yay, we get an early lunch.
12:33

Edit: Yay, now I'm home nearly ready to eat. Lucky me living so close to City Hall; I don't have to spend much time and an exorbitant amount trying to acquire lunch.
13:11

See What You're Made Of - Visit The Official Site
Yay, 77%! But what does it mean? Absolutely nothing! Except I spend too much time dicking around online.

As for the show, the previews, to me, make Bionic Woman seem a lot like Battlestar Galactica -- tonally, musically, cinematographically, etc., except different characters and plot. (David Eick is an executive producer on both.) That might be a drawback for me if it's too much like BSG...

I miss BSG! I can't wait till S3 comes out on DVD so I can finally watch it, though I know everything that happens.

Sha-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta,
23:09

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