Hola Orson

Right now, our next door neighbors are moving. This means two things. First, I am virtually guaranteed that these nice, decent neighbors will be replaced with a bunch of recreational nudists/crystal meth enthusiasts. Second, a lot of free stuff is flying around the neighborhood just because these neighbors have reached the pinnacle of moving frustration and would rather give their belongings away than move them. We didn't take any furniture or art from them, but we did take a cat. His name is Orson, he's a stray that the neighbors claimed a few years back, and he is awesome.

I think you get points for originality when it comes to pets. Yeah sure, golden retrievers named Ginger are sweet and wonderful and will provide several happy moments. The world's full of pets like that, though, and thus they do not impress me. There's only one fat, one-eyed, awesome cat named Octopussy, which is why I'm glad to have her. I think Orson will fit into this scheme pretty well too. First, his name is excellent. Second, he's a little crazy looking from his alley cat days. Third and most important, he likes me and Laura so much that I'm pretty sure he'd marry us, if it were an option.

Unfortunately, we can't let him inside the house just yet because he doesn't have all of his vaccinations. As much as I like him, I cannot expose Octo to an exploding cat butt virus. Wait for us, Orson!

In other news, enjoyed the crap out of the Dark Knight. I know everybody's saying this, but how sad is it that Heath Ledger is dead? It's been years since a movie villain actually scared me but the Joker... yowza. It's got to be really tough as an actor to get a role like that, where your portrayal is competing with Jack Nicholson in goofy make-up, prancing around to Prince song. Excellent, excellent stuff. I still think that Christian Bale's Batman voice is kind of laughable, though. He sounds kinda like tough Harvey Fierstein.