It is that time of the year that we must be thankful for all that we have. We here at MCHY are thankful for many things, you being the most important of all, especially our forum members, who have become a tight knit family. They have contributed to each others endeavors in spirit and even in finance. They have visited each other and made wonderful connections. Our vibrant community has been around since 2004 and is still going strong. We are here for all cat owners. Please join us and experience the cult, I mean, the family of MCHY.
Cat news to make you happy.
To accomodate the requests from all y’all cat peeps, I vow from this day forward, without a slaying thought in my mind, to talk about cats and the cat shit, and the MCHY shit before I get on with the other shit. This is your request. And since I have to have a blog like everyone else (in Egypt), the after-cat stuff will be it. Love it or… you know.
In some kind of accordance with the laws of this and that, I say now that on the first of the year 2012, there will be a new MCHY site. Oh, the colors and the links and the hahahas I feel it necessary to deliver to keep our little corner of the web vibrant and somewhat relevant after 11 years. Has it really been that long? Oh… fuck yeah, it has. Colors. Vibrant. Once, vatos!
In today’s news regarding cats: a cat was outside my house and said, "meeeewww" to me. I said something back and he got pissed and ran away. Or she. I dunno, it just ran and I said to it, "Run runner… run for your life!" I don’t know if it got the sci-fi reference or not. I was thinking of the time, so many years ago, that I got high with George Clayton Johnson in his hovel in the SoCal desert. Those were the NORML days, mind you. I am reformed now and have seen the Lord in all its rainbow glory. Vibrant. This is truth. Watched tarantulas crawl around outside the hovel as well.
That all being said, I do not have a cat at the moment. Nor am I owned by a cat. I did have a cat who was called Nigels. When I left Baltimore on Jun 20, three days shy of my 42nd birthday, I had to leave poor little Nigels with the ex-g/f, because living in my RV would not be something he would enjoy, I have a feeling. Plus, he had three other cats to torment. Why deprive him of that?
Did all that make you happy? All of those who called me a tree-hugging liberal, did that make you happy?
The Pineapple Express
If you don’t know what that is, look it up. For the last two days it has been pouring rain here in Seattle, non-stop. And it will rain for days to come. What joy! But the LOL is on you! My friends in the HAARP project up in Alaska told me they are currently manipulating the weather patterns to shove this shit over to Texas to make Rick Perry believe his Prayer-a-palooza worked and Jehovah delivered a bounty of precipitation to his state. Go Jehovah go!
I dunno, but it had to be said.
The recent trip to Los Angeles
So, if anyone has paid attention to the MCHY forums or the last few blog entries, you know that I (and my brother John) have new family members, those being Kelly and Michael Edgar. Kelly being our younger sister, and Michael being even younger still. Kelly recently visited me in Seattle for a few days and then we ventured down to L.A. to hang out with John. Major trippiness, to be sure. Here are some pics of us hanging out down yonder.
Time to say goodbye
Something that has sort of become part of the MCHY theme since Rapture-Bot was around, the goodbye segment of the bloggy-wog. A bit of sporting goodbyes today as well!
We must say goodbye to Joe Paterno’s career, as storied as it was. While all that shit at Penn. St. is still being figured out, the man himself is sitting at home, hiding from the MCHY press corp. and wondering what is next for him. We pressed for an interview, but he did not answer his phone. I don’t blame him. He has a bit of culpability in this sex-abuse fiasco, in our opinon and we want him to fess up or at least meow for us.
We were going to say goodbye to Wilson Ramos of Venezuela, but apparently he was rescued by "special" forces and is a free man, able to come back to the states where we will not abuse him unless he is an OWS protester.
We do have to say goodbye, with great great sadness, to our Seattle Mariners outfielder Greg Halman. We will not go into the story here, as it is an international story covered by all major news outlets, and we have nothing to add. But it is a tragedy of incomprehensible proportions. A great man, a beloved man, a great baseball player with a long career ahead of him cut short in his home country. We will fly a flag for Greg here at MCHY. Stuff like this really pisses us off. Being a Mariner is shitty enough, but to be killed like Greg was is unconscionable. We pray with his family.
Definitely a forever later days to Miranda Serna and Kurt Budke of the Oklahoma State athletics program. They died in a plane crash en route to a recruiting function. Serna was the women’s b-ball asst. coach, Budke the men’s coach. A tragedy to be sure. God bless them.
Per the fourms, we have decided here at MCHY to put up what most would call a PODCAST instead of the usual news/blog post that may or may not show up once a month or maybe once a year. Most podcasts are full of useful information, but ours will NOT be. We have nothing to say of any interest. But hearing someone’s voice other than one’s own is apparently intriguing. So, you will be able to download an .mp3 file of me (Jim) blabbing on about shit no one cares about.
I was going to explain on this very day where I have been the last two years and what I have really been doing. But tonight is not the night for evil talk, so that will come later. Tonight is a day for celebration! So… fucking celebrate already!
And the random pic of the week is… Bobby Weir on the beach. Go, Bobby, go!