Las Vegas is having its first real gloomy, wet weather since the end of last April and I should be happier: This is the kind of glorious wet weather that I’ve missed from home, but I don’t get to enjoy it because of the numerous fuckhead drivers who treat rain as an abberation and just ignore it. The city turns in GTA: Las Vegas for two days. Burnt-out cars piled at roadway intersections. Charred corpses strewn heedlessly in roadside gutters. Spectacular slides and skids and crashes.

And arseholes who drive with no headlights on at five o’clock on a dark and wet morning. Its truly frightening.

Bastards.

Mariah and Caira came home from San Diego last night, tired but happy. There wasn’t nearly enough chocolate brought back, but they found some excellent brown bread as appeasment. Expect photos soon.

And lastly, Merry has gone to an excellent new family who love him, but I’m still going to miss the man-whore.

i know we will, and i think he’s going to do some real good for [my daughter], she gets lonely, it will be nice for her to have a companion. its good for her self esteem as well since he follows her everywhere. [My daughter] came from a bad home and abusive circumstances, so she needs all the bonding and affection she can get, i think Merry will be a major part of the remedy, you’ve done her more favors than you know

I arrived at work on Monday and opened my laptop to find a pretty crack in the corner of the screen. As of right now, Solo Photo Book Month is on hiatus, at least until I purchase a new machine. :[

Gary Gygax passed away this morning.

Damm.

Sad +2.

That is all.

You are mother fuckers, one and all.

I don’t care that you love your daughter and would never hurt her, that you own six cats and would never hurt them, that hey, I have this cat here you can have to replace yours, that I’m going through hard times right now, that I’m really sorry, I didn’t notice hitting anything and why are you shouting at me. It doesn’t give you fucking leeway to do 50 through a 15 mph area and run down my cat.

We loved Scooter. He was one of the most absolutely friendly and playful cats I’ve ever had a joy to know in my life - it was nearly a daily thing that we would see him at a neighbour’s house and playing with their children.

Mariah rescued both him and another of his litter from death’s door and bottle fed them back to health. Caira loved him. He was her play pal, you know. He never bit her or clawed her - a true rarity for our eclectic selection of cats - and she loved nothing more than to just hug him.

Everyone else here loved Scooter too. You’d never get him to admit it, but even Mariah’s dad loved the cat, and he’s a curmudgeon in the finest sense of the tradition.

So thank you. You ran down my daughter’s cat in front of her. Watching Scooter bleed out and die on the pavement, and knowing I couldn’t help him, was one of the absolute worst moments of my life.

Thank you, you son of a bitch.

Scooter