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I wake up to the sound of Dueling Banjos.

Oh yeah, that's my cell phone ring tone. Now it's not so funny, is it, smartass?

Sascha and I played "bed monster" and "try to catch the shiny object-on-wand" games this morning. I take great amusement in taunting him with the wand.

The cat tease routine:
I move the toy a bit. His gaze snaps to the object.
I move it a bit more. He adjusts himself for the pounce. But on my bedspread, I can hear the movement of his paws. They are sliding about into position, but it sounds like a slow scurry is happening under his body. His head is low to the ground. His eyes, fixed on the object of is passion.
I pause, then jerk the toy an inch. He jerks in response, the muscles of his little fur corpus flexing like dominos falling down.
I repeat the previous act several times, and he responds the same.
Finally, he is fed up. He feels the time is right. He lunges forth onto the shiny wand-end.

He pauses for a moment, seemingly satisfied. Then he is ready for another round.

I'm a fairly well trained owner now. I now understand Sascha's "My crunchy bowl is empty, jackass" meow.

Today will be a day of conventional domesticity, I believe. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, perhaps. Errands, etc.

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I think someone should do a parody of the Apple/Switch commercials.

Some seemingly average american male should talk about how he makes low budget movies, and how quickly he can make them using his Apple. He'll go on and on, then he'll say:

"My name is Bob BlahBlah and I'm a child pornographer."

Boy, that would be fun.