January 10th, 2008

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do you want to be happy, or do you want to be right?

Link Salad, completely random edition

First Draft on watching Obama. If you're interested in American politics, or the freight of history on Sen. Obama, or the history of civil rights in America... this is a must-read. Also, if you like good personal essays.

"My name is Mike Wilson, and today I'm going to teach you how to be a serial killer." Trailer for How to be a Serial Killer, a forthcoming film featuring Matthew Gray Gubler, usually mentioned around here as one of the regular cast members of Criminal Minds. (Scruffy young man in the icon over there.) In which it is proved that somebody's sense of irony is intact. Possibly several somebodies'. (Do not watch if you are not the sort of person that appreciates violent satire/slapstick sendups of horror film tropes. Or somewhat dismembered bodies. No, really. Don't. And if you do, please don't come back and complain to me that it's gross and not very funny.)

Rosefox on reviewing and editing for Publishers Weekly.

And I swear there was something else, but damned if I remember.

Looks to be a day of completely pointless content, as I have the geekup for yesterday's CM to do, and an installment of--you guessed it--Cat v. Monkey.
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Cat v. Monkey: The Furnishing

Monkey: I guess I really should get around to putting those book cases together, before I die under the threatened bookalanche.
Cat: Monkey? What are you doooing?
Monkey: O Cat, I am building your furniture.
Cat: But I don't need any more furniture.
Monkey: You need high places to perch.
Cat: *considers* There is wisdom in what you say. What's this?
Monkey: That's a shelf. And you're sitting on it.
Cat: You said I needed high places to perch.
Monkey: But it's still on the floor.
Cat: But it's mine. THis is my house. So this is my shelf.
Monkey: On the floor.
Cat: That's as may be.
Monkey: I need the shelf to build the book case.
Cat: I need the shelf to sit upon.
Monkey: Here, have a catnip chili pepper.
Cat: ooo. Shiny!
Monkey: *constructs book cases*
Cat: *chases toys*
Monkey: *constructs book cases*
Cat: *chases screws and pegs*
Monkey: Hey! Using those.
Cat: So am I!
Monkey: Look out, I have to tip this upright.
Cat: Aieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
Monkey: ...
Cat: *flees in terror*
Monkey: *sets up book case*
Monkey: *fills with books*
Monkey: *enjoys less cluttered apartment*

...time passes...

Monkey: Cat?

...time passes...

Monkey: Cat?

...time passes...

Monkey: Cat? *opens closets, peers in corners, checks to see if the cat has somehow gotten out of the apartment and into the hallway*
Cat: (from darkest corner under bed) Mew?
Monkey: Cat, come out.
Cat: Can't. You rearranged. I am traumatized.
Monkey: I built a book case.
Cat: OH! THE TRAUMA!
Monkey: Whatever. *moves bed. Retrieves cat, who stays perfectly still all through bed-moving process. brings cat to living room.*
Cat: Aiieee! It's a Bookmonster!
Monkey: *puts cat down on couch*
Cat: Oh! The traaaaaauuuummmmaaaaa!

...time passes...

Monkey: *goes back to work*
Cat: *sits on book case*