It's either sadness or euphoria - Animals. Furniture. Lameness.

I have a new addiction: http://www.singshot.com/index.html
Online karaoke. I am just that cool.
I spent an hour working my way through such classics as Devil Went Down to Georgia and Harper Valley PTA. Because I am OLD and live in COUNTRY MUSIC USA!

Here's a picture of a cat:
The infamous kitten.
You can call him Al.

That's what I call him.
I buy the food and clean his box. I can call him whatever the hell I want.
He showed up during a Quantum Leap marathon.
He's a born sidekick.
Adorable. Isn't he?


And speaking of adorable. Look at this pimp:


The Amazing Coupland the Wonder Dog King of America and Surrounding Environs. Wearing a lovely ensemble that really brings out his eyes. Don't you agree?
Yes. My dog has teh gheys. It happens. We're all cool with it.

"Coupland, you have tickets to see Cher and AC/DC on the same night! Who do you go see?"
"Choosing Cher just proves you're gay. Not that your dog is."
"Doesn't it prove that I'm a gay man?"
"Whatever."

Please note the extraordinary ugly 1970s floral Regulation Poor Person Couch. Classy, eh? All of my furniture is that nice. Livin' large. That is how I roll.