You remind me of Rod Stewart when he was young

Here's what's happening:

• Liz has been flirting with the idea of adopting a feral cat that frequents our fire-escape. The cat, who we have named Dexter, (pictured)...

[other names we considered: Jeff; Gary; Darth Vader; Shit-Head; Maverick; Goose; Viscosity, and Thermal Breakdown] has been periodically showing-up on our fire-escape and looking into our apartment while Holly, one of our live-in cats, freaks the fuck out on the other side of the window. Dexter's periodic appearances became more frequent when Liz began to feed him. And by "frequent" I mean "constant." As Liz's affection for wayward Dexter grew, so too did Holly's ire at the prospect of having a 3rd cat move-in. I hadn't realized the full-scope of Holly's distaste for Dexter until the other night when I went into the bedroom to rest my head, only to discover a wet chub of hairy vomit that Holly deposited on my side of the bed. Oh, and by "discovered" I mean, "placed my neck on top of it."

"I'm not feeding the fucking cat, Holly, you fucking asshole," I explained.

The following night she (Holly) barfed on the bed again. Liz decided that all this acting-up was too much, and in spite of Dexter's waifish cuteness, no cat was worth a new duvet every 2 weeks. So Dexter is no longer a part of our lives.

• I'm seeing the Hold Steady at Irving Plaza in two weeks. I'm going to drink gin out of a jam jar.
• The year in music started out briskly with The Arctic Monkeys and then slowed. It's picked up again with new releases from TV on the Radio and Yo La Tengo. W/r/t YLT, I can't think of another band who's sound remains so static while still so rewarding. The first few seconds of the new album sounds like everything they have previously produced, and yet that bass riff is like mother's milk. For the record, I mean "mother's milk" in the comforting, figurative sense, as I would assume (and hope) that for anyone who can read this blog, the actual consumption of mother's milk would be revolting on about 19 different levels. The TV on the Radio is great as well.
• Our heroes, Abby and Kurt, come home in a month. Go and Kurt and Abby, Go!
• Kurt sent me some pictures recently, in order (I believe) they are: 1) Kurt and Abby discovering why they were actually sent to Iraq to fight, 2) Kurt and Abby looking at footage of a monkey washing a cat and 3) Kurt and Abby looking a vintage footage of Kurt's hairline.
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• We here at ETD are quite happy that they are coming home because we miss them and more importantly it means that we have won the War on Terror.
• Hockey season starts in 2 weeks.
• I almost got into a fight with a homeless guy in Borders today. He elbowed me in the back as I was trying to leave the store; I exercised my walk-away-briskly-under-a-torrent-of-insult option but, had things escalated physically, I would have been left with no choice but to deliver to him a bloody wind-milling. He probably would have beaten my ass. To add insult to injury (or maybe injury to insult) I was leaving with a newly purchased Chuck Klosterman book. I resisted the pressure to buy this Chuck Klosterman book because I am a white male between the ages of 18 and 45, and as such I am required to purchase and enjoy Chuck Klosterman. I am required to find his on-point zeitgeisty writing both refreshing and relevant. Do you know who Chuck Klosterman appeals to? White guys who think they can write like Chuck Klosterman. Important distinction: I wish I could write like Chick Klosterman but I do not think I can write like Chuck Klosterman. So I spent $13 on a book about things that Chuck Klosterman thinks are important like movies, music, saying "fuck," ridiculing Journey and Billy Crystal (edgy), and girls.
• Again, I would love to be a working writer and, if given the choice between my life and Chuck Klosterman's, naturally I would choose his as 1) he's a working writer, and 2) he (probably) doesn't have cat-barf stains on his duvet. None of this changes the fact that he's an arrogant prick.
• Yes, I endeavor to be an arrogant prick.

Comments

[tim]

The Thermals record is really good. So is Bonnie Prince Billy.