As a convert to the cat-loving faith, I have come to appreciate the many-faceted and wholly fascinating qualities of felis catus. Domestic cats are tremendously adaptable and expertly manipulative creatures who can simultaneously infuriate and soothe the human soul.
But damn. There’s a limit, no?
I don’t know what the deal is with Japan, but it seems they have yet another island completely overrun by small, furry critters.
Speaking of pilgrimages, apparently the type of people who wear porkpie hats, drink artisinal beer, and only listen to obscure music exclusively on vinyl or reel-to-reel, have made the Portland International Airport (PDX) somewhat of a hipster mecca…in an ironic way of course.
Because the northwest corner of the US is home to high-tech, free-thinkers, and the world’s largest private bookstore with Portland as its epicenter?
It’s because of the carpet. Verily, I doth shit thee nary a whit.
First Nik Wallenda and now this mope. When did the Discovery Channel decide it was better to be a 24×7 carnival freak show instead of offering interesting science documentaries?
Hell, people don’t want to learn anything anymore, they just want to watch colossal train wrecks and gawk at the carnage.
I’m sorry. I’m just bitter that Discovery turned down my proposal for Man vs. Bacon, wherein I eat a metric ton of fried bacon while dangling from a wire suspended from the roof of the Meat Packers Hall in Orland Park.
Maybe I can interest them in Human Frogger! See, I dress up in a green suit and dash across the Stevenson Expressway during rush hour. Granted, given my physical condition it’s probably a pretty short show, but hey, there’s bound to be lots of blood and stuff.