Don’t play the Doom³ demo if you’ve got a cat that is willing to sneak up on you and swat your ponytail while you’re playing, in the dark, with hair-trigger reflexes looking for zombies to pop up and be shot.

Silly Newt! Silly Scotto! In a related story, I actually say “NGyaaahh!” when startled, rather than “Holy Crap” (and variations of same) as was previously thought. I thought only Darrin Stephens #1 (Dick York, the better, more stressed out Darrin) said stuff like that.

Bro claims that he was robbed last night. I have my doubts… he claims that he filed a police report. I’m going to call him on it later. I hate not being able to trust him at all. My heart is concerned for him, but my brain tells me that this is probably a ploy for sympathy, money, and an excuse as to why the DVDs I lent him have vanished. (probably pawned.)

Dan’s pretty busy this weekend, plus he’s not over-fond of Latin culture, so I’m on my own heading to Viva Broward.

It sounds like I missed a good one last night, the second Bush / Kerry “debate”. Maybe I’ll download it and review. Probably I’ll just skip it. Did Bush actually call Terrorists “Haters”?

I feel bad for Odd Todd… it seems that his TV show didn’t take. At least he got a to make a cartoon about it. Keep a stiff upper lip, Todd! Fie on comedy Central!