Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Miss Litter Wallpaper!

Okay, are you ready? Big announcement: Miss Litter and Dig Litter wallpapers! Yes that's right! Over the week, my human was away a lot - enough for me to take online photoshop training with (Lynda is cool. Big plug.)

So I put together some fun desktops. I admit that I designed Cooper's wallpapers... but HE made up his own slogans. So blame him for their lack of taste.

Go back through the rest of our sites, and you'll see I swapped out many of the old pictures for new wallpapers. Every one is unique and hand crafted and totally free. Enjoy.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Kennedy & Coffee

Life is so unfair. I live in a prison where I can only smell coffee and only imagine Kennedy performing live.

Perre left for Urth Caffé just now. And what do I do but sit and wait? Sit and wait, while he runs around like he enjoys life. Maddening. I've never even been to Urth. The farthest I get out is to see the vets and although that sounds like a great punk band, "The Vets" is nothing but a steel table in a temporary holding cell for those of us least able to defend ourselves. Geneva Convention need not apply. Masked humans probe and prod, but they never get any information out of me. They don't even ask. I don't see the point. Anyway, back to my main complaint:

The kicker? Tonight, my human's getting a bunch of friends together to see Kennedy perform live. LIVE. I LOVE KENNEDY, and I never get to see him. Unfair.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

You Mean The Musical Kind Of iPod?

Oh, the OTHER kind of iPod - the music kind. Well, that's even easier to explain. The iPod is the first song people learn on the piano - it's a rudimentary waltz played with two fingers that start together and get further and further apart. Once the song wears on the nerves, it repeats. It's more popular than you'd expect, given how annoying it is.

I suppose people are attracted to the iPod's simplicity and how easy it is to learn.

Another easy-to-learn musical device is the Flea Waltz. But it's like a bad song you can't shake - singing in your ears all day. No amount of scratching can rid you of it.