Yay!
My brand new copy of the 1998 National Theatre Production of Oklahoma! has just arrived! In true theater-geek tradition, I'm currently absorbed in listening to it from beginning to end, while singing along at the top of my lungs. Add a glass of wine and you've got the perfect Friday night. Awww, yeah.

Jerry Springer - The What??
I realize that lately I've been linking to things online and then snarking on them, but sometimes it's just necessary. For instance, this little item. Someone, please tell me that it's a parody. I mean, my gut tells me that it must be, but....

Hogwash
Has anybody else heard about this? I never thought this sentence would ever escape my lips, but I have to agree with Hank Aaron. Pete Rose has no place in baseball.

I think the reason he's confessed to betting is because he just wrote a book and it's good PR. If they let Rose into the Hall of Fame, they have to deal with the fact that Shoeless Joe Jackson, who was accused (along with the rest of his teammates) of throwing the 1919 World Series, and has since been found innocent (UNLIKE the rest of his teammates), was never inducted even though he deserved to be.

So, to sum up, this is crap. Pete Rose has no place in baseball.

Not Cal
Well, the mystery of the bandwidth is solved. Apparently, Pamie found the picture of the kitties below and wondered if one of them was an old picture of her cat, Cal. So she linked me.

As far as I know, that is not Cal. The picture was sent to me as a forward because the one on the right looks like my cat, Pumpkin, and the sender thought I would like it. I did like it so I sent it to my dad, who couldn't open it. Because he still wanted to see it, I posted it here.

That's the story. I hope all is well over at pamie.com now.

Bandwidth
As I type this, I know that when I am done no one will be able to read it. That's because for the first time I'm having bandwidth problems. I think this means that a good amount of people are visiting and the extra traffic makes for more bandwidth usage and I've only got so much to use. One thing I did to help with this problem was to make the kittie picture a link, so that less data is traveling from one place to another, thereby lowering the bandwidth usage. Hopefully this will help. I apologize for any inconvenience and I hope you come again.

Love, Kasey

Kitties
This made my day. I'm posting it here because my dad's computer is set up with defcom four surveillance and won't allow in anything that it doesn't recognize. Enjoy.

Dude, that's just wrong.
This man's hair? Makes me want to cry. It's a travesty. Dude, you're a bazillionaire. Get a freakin' stylist already.

The money is par for the course. I mean, who's surprised that once AGAIN the richest among us are also the cheapest.

Did you know, for instance, that the state of Connecticut took in the most income last year but also donated the least to charitable organizations?

Something to think about.

An Open Letter to Drew Barrymore
Dear Drew,

The hell? I've been a fan for a long time, but this upcoming "50 First Dates"? What is the matter with you? I'm hoping that it will be better than it looks (because it looks, at first glance, to be ghastly. GHASTLY!), but my expectations are low. Please use better judgement in the future.

Love, Kasey

Wow
I've got nothing important to say today, other than to pause with wonder over the fact that someone left a comment. It's this blog's first comment. We are no longer a virgin.

In other news, I made an appointment to have my Wisdom teeth (or, as I've taken to calling them, my Stupid teeth) out at the end of February. So not looking forward to it.

I'm listening to AccuRadio right now which is basically an online radio station. I've got it tuned to show tunes (London casts, if you must know) and one of the few commercials they keep repeating is for hair loss and hair restoration. The two main actors in it are men and it makes me wonder who they're targeting.

Are the other people who listen to this station balding men? And if so, how many of them are straight? I don't know any straight men who listen to show tunes. So am I one in a sea of balding gay men? I don't know. Am I spending too much time thinking about this? Probably. Hmmm. It's a lot to consider.

Conversation with Pumpkin
So, I'm snipping the clumped up bits of poo off my cat's butt last night and she turns to me and goes, "Bitch, what the hell?"

Me: Sweetie, I know this isn't any fun, but it's gross. You've got dingleberries.

Pumpkin: Hey, my ass is my own business. Get away from me!

Me (chasing her with the scissors): Hold still! There are just a few left, okay?

Pumpkin (hiding under the bed): Piss off!

Fiance (entering room to see what all the ruckus is about while eating a cookie): What's going on in here? It's Bedlam!

Pumpkin (giving him an imploring look): She's all over me with those frickin' scissors! Make her stop, please for the love of God! If you love me you'll make her STOP!

Me: She's got bits of poo hanging off her butt. I've tried giving her a bath and you remember how well that worked out. Will you help me hold her down so I can finish?

Him: I'd love to but I'm eating this cookie right now. Why don't you wait and try again later?

Pumpkin: YES! Take that, bee-yotch! Ha!

Me: Okay, fine. But I'm not sleeping with a cat and her poo.

Pumpkin (incredulous): Like I'd sleep with you after this. In fact, don't be surprised if you wake up next to your very own pile of poo. Sweet dreams, asshat.