"Holy god, that's a lot of zombie points." - me in mid Facebook zombie fight

GOOD FRICKLORD, this weather's depressing. This is the weather equivalent of that time in Pushing Daisies when Ned bit into a strawberry pie that he had unbeknownstingly made and the strawberries died and decayed in his mouth. Zombie strawberries. Yay, I name this zombie strawberry weather: kinda pretty and poetic I s'pose, but damn you don't want it in your mouth.

Now I'm all about the Catbook. Yeah: I'm that guy. I'm trying to maintain some semblance of sanity around the whole thing in that I don't friend up with cats I haven't met just because I know their humans, and I don't let other people be in Zam's family because she's mine all mine. Someone tried to co-own Zam last night and I REJECTED that shit. Just as, I feel, Zam would do if she had opposable thumbs and rudimentary computer knowledge. She and I are both fullsome in our casual disregard of the feelings of others.

Podcast re: 1MFVF with me as the guest. I realize that we owe the world a Mamo, and a (different "we") Suck It, and probably some other stuff too. But scheduling's been a bitch.

Slash last night: didn't work out. Apparently rock gods don't hang about in bookstores for long, like they did back in my day. These kids today! Consornit. But there was something mildly spiritual in me, Mark and Adam at least trying for it. Cuz who else would?

Me and the Cannonball just commiserated at length, because we're both fed up with every single thing about the now. But I'm sure it will pass. Really I'm only bummed about two things. And they can't keep us locked up in these bamboo cages forever.