Well this has been a slow news week.  No astronauts went ballistic this week, and the hype over the death of what's-her-name is over.  The usual body count from Iraq and our casual acceptance of new encroachments by Big Brother just aren't news anymore.

Garfield, eat your heart out

So I guess I'll just introduce my beloved cat, Spot.  We have three cats, but Spot is decidedly "mine"; she often hangs out on the gate waiting for me to come home from work.  I picked her from the litter a month before she was ready to be adopted.  She is about 4 years old now.  When she was about a year old, she was exploring one of our neighbor's abandoned cabins and accidently fell down the chimney.  The fireplace had been boarded shut, so she was trapped in the chimney just above the flue.  I wondered what happened to her, and after about a day and a half of her missing, I heard a very faint meowing.  I found her and rescued her from the cabin, but she had blown out her vocal cords trying to get somebody's attention.  As a result, she barely meows any more.  Now she's kind of fat and indulgent, so I guess it's true that pets and their owners start to look alike.  I took this photo of her this morning; she has spent the night sleeping on some pizza boxes from the night before.

"It's not the fur that makes you look fat", quips my daughter Aria.

Something to think about

I think I've finally discovered the absolute worst programming language.  It's called "Whitespace", and it's even worse than brainf*ck.  All commands in the language are composed of whitespace.  This is not a joke.  I'm seriously considering porting this to Whitespace.NET.  Anyone want to join me?