past-blast-ification

"You're listening to Minnesota Public Radio on 102.7, KNTN... My name is Jon Lever, and..."

at this point, I was struck dumb. Not THAT Jon Lever.

Not screaming-freakout, Central debate coach, Ex-Lax-in-your-morning-coffee, barking spiders, Lever 2000 Jon Lever.

No way.

... is it?

and, on a sadder note, we put one of the family cats to sleep a couple days ago. Boots had been having problems with arthritis for a long time, and she'd gotten to the point where she could only take one or two steps before stopping to rest, and she spent most of her time retreating into corners of the house, so we figured her time had come. She was cute and cuddly and would always lick you right after she bit you. We had a little ritual that we'd always do, even after I moved out of the house - whenever I'd see her, we'd sniff each other up close until we bumped noses. I'm a little sad that she's gone, but I really think that she was in a great deal of pain pretty much all the time. Beyond that, there isn't much an atheist can say; the only things that come to mind are silly platitudes about kitty heaven, and we all know better than that.