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I remember when I got the call. I always suspected that I might be awesome, but then I received the news. I had to make many calls to people to let them know that since they’d interacted with me that they should probably get tested. A few of them got the results and found out they too were awesome. It appears that many of the others discovered they had antibodies and were immune to getting awesome.

It still blows my mind that Myspace hasn’t made a comeback. Even with a complete overhaul of the user interface, a bit of a re branding, and partial ownership by Justin Timerlake, it still is a wasteland. I suspect that one big mistake made was the decision to delete everyone’s old profile data. This includes all comments, blog entries and customized profiles. That is the worst decision ever. People often would go back to check out old memories from the days of their Myspace lives. Deleting that data took away any chance at revamping it into a true competitor of Facebook.

Every time I see this picture I wonder how I would react if a raccoon walked through the door carrying a cat. I think I’d either faint or scream like a little girl and completely freak out. It would probably be both. I’m going to assume that this picture is Photoshopped and I don’t ever have to worry about these creatures walking into my house trying to trade me cats for food.

I still do all of these. Especially forgetting why I walked into a room. It usually takes me a good half an hour to remember what I was doing. Must not have been that important. I still don’t want to believe that hearts aren’t shaped like the heart symbol. I’ll just keep it that way. Oh, just a heads up, don’t draw a sun on the corner of a job application. You probably won’t get the job. If I owned a business though, I’d hire someone right way if they drew a sun on their application.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some ultra conservative helicopter mom who saw this in a store and threw a fit over this inappropriate game, while failing to notice that the price tag was covering the full title.

I have never had a cat of my own, but I’ve lived with roommates who have. This has to be one of the most annoying sleep disturbances ever. Pawing at the door and meowing at the top of their little lungs. It’s like an annoying ex who shows up at your house, unannounced, in the middle of the night and won’t stop banging on your door and screaming “let me in!”.

Well, I assume it has been there since the tree was planted. I’d rather keep it as a mystery though. More fun that way.