Zura was perched on the railing of my loft, surveying her kingdom from above–as feline overlords (or overladies) do. She was having a photogenic morning, so I snapped this photo.
Then I dared to touch the royal fur and was reprimanded with the growl of displeasure. I guess I deserved it.
Yesterday, the world became a little less bright. Yet I hardly noticed because John Madigan left so much light behind.
John died after leaving for more than a year with glioblastoma—a cancer so vicious most oncologists will estimate your remaining lifespan in months rather than years.
With that cancer, he wasn’t supposed to make it to Christmas. Of 2013. Yet here we are, marking his passing in 2015.
Yesterday’s tragedy at Charlie Hebdo is weighing on my mind largely because I have experienced first-hand the vicious judgment of “religious” people. The folks who picked on me weren’t likely to escalate their taunts to violence, yet I never ruled out the possibility. Some folks just want to control everything–an odd perspective coming from people who claim they are dedicated to an all-powerful God.
When cats get bored, they get curious.
And by curious, I mean stupid.
Behold, a cat who has never gotten himself stuck in a tree managed to find an indoor equivalent.
Per the trope, he couldn’t get himself down.
My cat Zura has dedicated her life to three things: Sleeping, eating, and hating on my other cat, Disco. But the third thing is a total act. As much as she acts like she despises him, I know in her heart, beneath all that thick, orange, floofy fur, is a kernel of affection for him. They sleep together and, when Zura is feeling particularly generous, she gives him a bath.
If that’s not cat love, I don’t know what is.
Over the past few weeks, I have been largely absent from the world because I have achieved a new level of busy. Some of it was my doing. Some of it was life pummeling me with lemons faster than I can make lemonade.
I’m not even that big of a lemonade fan.
There is something hypnotic about writing code. Even when something isn’t working, when the code is taunting me, it holds me fast and won’t let go. Hours evaporate when I’m coding.
I went to Capclave last weekend and one of the items for sale in the Silent Auction was an inflatable unicorn horn for cats. This item is one that could only come from the dastardly minds of Archie McPhee, the same folks who brought you cocktail squids, yodeling bacon, and the avenging unicorn playset.
So after giving two bucks to charity, I became the proud owner of the latest and greatest cat torture device. As you can see by the pictures below, it was well worth the money. Or at least I thought is was. Disco and Zura had different opinions.
One thing group of people who I will never quite understand are folks who argue for economic policies that won’t benefit them until they strike it rich.
Lots of people have been asking me to put videos of my standup online. I’ve had many good sets and I’ve written lots of material I’ve felt good about. Yet the recordings I’ve made up until now have mostly been for me to review my own performance and get better. None have felt particularly Youtube-worthy.
Until this one.
I did a set at Comedy Lottery on Wednesday night that I’m very proud of. Is it perfect? No. Is it at the level I aspire to be at yet? Heck no! I’m just getting started people!
But it WAS super fun and the audience was incredible. So check it out. I hope you laugh too.
Thank you very much to Cynthia Raxter for making the recording. Also, a huge THANKS to Matt White for teaching me the writing process that produced this set. Matt is now teaching standup at Moonlight Stage Company in Raleigh. His teaching is worth every penny people.