24

Okay, one thing I'm really excited about is next weekend's premiere of 24. While I enjoy (immensely) Kiefer Sutherland's season-long scowl, what's really fun is following Dave Barry's blog while watching the show. It's the only reason I even kept my laptop. I'm still trying to catch up on seasons. A while ago I stopped mid-season in season 3. I've heard season five is great, but I confess I lost interest last season when they killed off Alexander Siddig's character. Still. I'm more excited than I am at Christmas.

This show is like crack. I still remember D telling me he bought all the available seasons on sale, and after we got back from Christmas break, I sat down to watch season 1 (not ever having watched the show). I was only going to watch one or two episodes, but ended up watching seasons 1 and 2 over the weekend. By the end of the weekend, I'm pretty sure I did look like I was on crack. I may post some reviews up here, or even some comments from the blog. Great fun.

In other news, Gatsby has taken to sleeping next to my head at night. I think Orson feels a little miffed, because my bed was his bed. He's still welcome on it, of course, but he's taken to sleeping in a laundry basket. He's still my baby. I hope he knows it.

Gatsby gained weight while we were gone, too, though now that I have him back on his normal amount of food, I think he'll lose it. Plus, I think he's more active now that we're home. Orson, on the other hand, has lost weight since Gatsby has been here—which is great, because Orson was a real porker there for a while.

Cat Pic and Missing Keys

He may be a beautiful cat, he may be affectionate and a bit of a show pony . . . but he is diabolical.

This morning I woke to find THREE keys missing off of my laptop. I found one, (S), but the other two (E and F) are still missing. No doubt Gatsby (you might as well know his full name) batted them under the refrigerator or oven or somewhere equally unreachable by human hands, the little bugger.

I didn't notice any of this last night, when I came home from class after a long day. This morning I wondered why my computer was at an odd angle on the kitchen table, where I study, but I didn't think too much of it. I don't have Word on the iMac yet, so the laptop is where I'll write my paper. I've got an extra keyboard, but still . . . that's more I have to carry home to my folks' for Thanksgiving break. Grrrrr. No doubt he exacted his revenge after being subjected to my caterwauling (pun intended) on the double bass on Monday night.