OK, the picture is a repost -- just deal. The one on the left down there is Pascal. The other one is Madison. Pascal has pretty much stuck with his name, but Madison vacillates among Madison and Madtown and Mister (although Pascal won't complain if you call him Mister). Madison -- although comfortable with his sexuality (which has been neuter since he was six months old -- are you following the pronoun paradox?) -- has never been too keen on having a girl's name. I tell him that he's named after a cool town, but he never buys it. Then, when he's really fuming, he not only resigns himself from his name, he also disowns the Abyssinian breed altogether. This is a cool thing too, 'cause it's humorous watching an Abyssinian cat act all regular-old-housecat -- especially when his brother prances around the house looking like he's won more than a few cat shows. Anyway, to the point sans segues or fluidity (called writing when I should be doing other things), Madison got a new name today: Heartbreaker. He's got it down man -- the perfectly timed meow (he never talked for 1.5 years too!), the perfectly raised paw, the perfectly sad twinkle in his golden eyes. This cat is a master in psychology -- I almost took the day off of work just to keep him company. And, all of this just because he loves me -- or was it that his food bowl was empty?

minions, monions, funions, funyuns. nword.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.