Breakfast at TIffany's Blue Boxes of Rock and Roll with the Punches. BING! and decide.

Perhaps the information overload caused by the internet isn't always the best thing.

At least once a week someone asks me a question and reacts with mild shock and astonishment when I have the answer.
First, do you seriously have no general trivial knowledge?
Second, have you ever used Google before?

Setting up the right home page, and in less than 5 minutes, I know that today:
- It is 42 degrees outside.
- Sexual assaults are happening in airports courtesy of TSA officers, and people are getting mad and contemplating protests.
- Lindsey Lohan is now driving again. (seriously. WTF.)
- Handy tips on how I can make 26 different table centerpeices with pinecones and pumpkin vines.
- There's more fighting happening between the Koreas.
- The Pope has said HIV+ people can use condoms (random.)

While I've never been one for continuing higher education in the form of university, I do appreciate having some general knowledge and not presenting myself as an imbecile. Of course, anyone who knows me can also tell you I'm a news junkie.

Google has put the world at my fingertips. I can learn more in a couple hours than I learned in a year of college. So I have to agree with WebMD.com.
More Information.
Better Health.

Yes! Exactly. Empower the people to take a proactive role in their health.
Based on the level of knowledge possessed by some of the Doctors I've met, they could stand to check it out.

Alas, I have been informed that I am no longer permitted to visit the site.

Seriously.

So, one time I happened to think that a cold was Hepititis, and everyone is all up in arms saying I "overreact."



goddamn.

Checkmate

I've realized in all most aspects of life, one must be thinking 3 moves ahead.

If not, you certainly won't be the one saying 'checkmate' but rather the one sitting there going, how the hell did that queen get there?!?

So I'm currently plotting my third and fourth moves.


Hopefully I'm playing the game correctly.

Loss

There have been a lot of loss in my household this week.
I feel sad.
Guilty.
Hopeless.

Here's hoping these next few weeks can bring some healing and hope.
And possibly, more excitement!

Good Bye, Murph-Star

My precious Persian Price, Murphy died today.

He was a good cat.
He loved to howl, especially during the night. Upon investigation, he was most typically found dragging a piece of dirty laundry from the hamper around in his mouth.
I can't count the number of times I came home to find that Murphy had dragged a pair of my panties into the Kitchen or Living Room and just left them sitting.
Murphy loved heat. Shortly after we adopted him, we learned he suffered from terrible hair balls, so we routinely took him in for shaves. He looked adorable with his little Lion Cut.
But it made him very cold to have such little fur, so we loved sitting near (or on) anyone who was warm. He especially loved sitting on Ryan. In the winter, when I pull out my handy space heater, Murphy could always be found parked about two inches from the heater. Even when it wasn't on, he would perch right in front of it, just hoping it would start omitting his precious heat.

But what Murphy loved the most was anything soft. He loved pillows, beds, couches, anything that had some "fluff" to it. (Including Ryan's stomach)
He purred a lot. On nights when I couldn't sleep, all I had to do was find Murphy and bring him to bed with me. He would curl up right beside me and purr until I fell asleep. Usually, he was still there in the morning time.

Murphy was a good cat. He will be missed.

uuuuum. well, ok.

God might just have a sense of humor after all.