Case in point on my complete and total lack of knowledge regararding computers — I moved mine today while rearranging my den. I just spent half an hour on the phone trying to figure out why I was getting a “Monitor on Safety Mode” message when I rebooted — the tech support guy had me take the side off the unit, and unplug and replug some chips, and as I’m going through his list of tasks to perform …

… I realized I’d plugged the monitor into the wrong port.

Whooops.

Ken told me that Billy believes my car hates him. That’s funny - I thought the car hated me.

A buddy is, sometime this fall, giving me his old TV, which is bigger than my current TV. So I’m making preparations to house this bigger TV with a new TV stand, and a new DVD player so I can move my old TV, old stand, and old DVD player into my bedroom. I bought this TV stand from IKEA (breaking my vow to never ever ever buy anything from IKEA with doors on it) and I bought this DVD player from Best Buy.

When I came home tonight, Guy was stretched out atop the new DVD player snoozin’ quite contently. He was also snoozin’ on it when I woke up this morning, went to bed last night, and so on and so forth for the last week or so. I swear, some cats like cushions or towels or even the carpet, but this fuckin’ animal isn’t happy if he isn’t sleeping on a broken down box or something which most felines would probably construe as “uncomfortable.”

(I have yet to find him sleeping on the pile of Lego in my living room, my living room having become the temporary home of every plastic brick I own destined for that massive castle i.e. gignormous waste of time).

Whatever, Guy’s a freak. I can hear him right now arguing with Tippy about where to sleep, “… the sofa? Honey, that’s for feminine felines. I’m a guy cat — yes, a guy cat without balls — and dammit, I’m going to act like a guy cat should. By sleeping on hard stuff. My name is Guy so I remember I’m a guy. Yes, without balls, how long have we co-inhabited?”

Freakin’ cat.