9/10/06
Jesus's descendents are Buddhist not Christian.

In the same fashion that I am stressed out hearing about other people's job search woes, I'm going to post stressful stuff about flying back to New Jersey.

First I need to acquire books. Sure the DHS/TSA will declare them to be thought crime and they'll be confiscated then incinerated. The apartment needs to be straightened up, dishes done, the upstairs landing less cluttered and finally clothes need to be washed and readied for packing on Thursday.

Since I can be slovenly this can be an arduous task compounded by my predisposition towards being lazy.

Heck, if I had to choose an animal to represent my own clan it'd be a grasshopper. Grasshopper is nothing but a nice word for a locust. Locusts do nothing but eat until nothing is left and there's the famous grasshopper of Æsop's fables.

Since I'm not going to have any company this weekend, things ought to get done.

Spot is a well-known miscynist. This has nothing to do with raddidge. Everything to do with dogs. Whenever she encounters a dog her magnificent tail assumes battle mode which is more like bottle brush mode. A few months ago the girl upstairs had a friend visiting and there was a dog who was trotting around the yard. When Spot saw the dog, she hulked up and batted both her paws against the screen.

On Saturday the dog had returned to help out upstairs. I was getting the black cherry soda I left in my car and as I was waddling back the dog growled at me, gave one of those angry attack dog barks then pressed his muzzle against my hand. The girls freaked, I shrugged and said dogs don't bother me.

Upon my return, Spot's tail puffed up and she started acting like Miss Tough Cat about how she's going to eat that dog and nip him on the ankle.

Poor dog!