Crazy people.

I haven't written about my cat. I know I'm a guy and I'm supposed to like dogs, not cats, but who cares? I was writing that with a sarcastic, blank stare. Anyway, I have a cat named Sam. We brought him home in the summer of 1996. He and Gig keep me company when no one is around, or when I go fishing. Sam will follow me to the lake and wait around for me to catch a fish. I'll toss him a small one sometimes. Not too long ago, though, I caught a fairly large catfish. I thought, what the heck, I'll give it to him. He ate the entire thing. I mean everything except a few pieces of bone. It took him a long time to go through it. It was pretty disgusting at some points down the fish, if not interesting.

So, Sam is getting close to four years old now. Why am I writing about my cat? Because I love my animals, and I want to preserve every sort of memory, not just those 'appropriate for the Internet.' He's very large and catches all sorts of animals. I found duck feet once.

Gig isn't the puppy he used to be. He's ten years old, now. I hope he lives to be fifteen, at least. He may; he's in good health. Whenever I get a scanner or camera I'll put up a couple pictures for the half dozen of you who actually look at the things I write.

You know what I hate? When the television show I'm watching is interrupted by a commercial and I start flipping around the stations. Then, about five minutes later, I realize that I completely forgot what I was watching. And have to search for it. Sometimes by then it's time for another commercial and so I miss it when I go back through the channels.

Or I'll walk into the bathroom and forget what I was going to do, and it's all the more humbling because, you know, there aren't that many things I usually do in the bathroom. Not enough to forget what I went in there for, anyway.

I'm known for my love of strange food combinations. For example, if I'm eating pizza, I love to have a bowl of Frosted Flakes on the side. If I'm eating pickles, I like to compliment them with orange juice. After chocolate, I like to enjoy a nice dessert of cheese.

I don't, however, like to eat things together, as in the same mouthful. Some like to dip french fries in milkshakes or bathe their corn in mustard. No, thanks.

I wish it would snow. I hate this semester already.