Wesley Snipes has been jailed for three years for failing to file his taxes.

Do What You Can

Free Wesley Snipes

The kittens have all gained the ability to open their eyes. Odin is content to look around once and a while, but is more interested in sleeping. The kitten with the white scarf Hella looks at me and hisses to assure me of her badassness. Lastly, the black and white kitten that looks most like Bella will not close her eyes to blink. She was looking me up and down like I was a deity from olympus coming to pet her and the family. With wonder she gazes about and seems as excited about vision as one could be.

It is interesting to see how their personalities are developing. The birthing of these kittens and raising them with Bella has really been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.

I am floored by Bella’s instincts. She knows what to do without instruction, her duties are hardwired in her brain, and so too will they be in her kittens. This memory without experience is like a collected wisdom of cat ancestors, that is passed on from one generation to the next in order to ensure the survival of the species.

The life of a species has a collective mind of its own. A shared knowledge going back to a common ancestor.

Instinct blows my fuckin’ mind

This morning Bella still only had one kitten so we had to take her to the vet for a c-section. 2 additional kittens were removed and are safe and sound! All three of the kittens are girls so it appears Odin will soon have another name!

We get Bella within the hour and I look forward to seeing the new friends.

A kittens has been born since my last post. I watched Bella eat a placenta larger than the kitten. She scarfed it back like a delicious piece of pizza. Let the kitten be named Odin.

My pregnant kitty Bella Bellakins (Lord Of The Pelicans) has begun to birth. I will be posting throughout the night giving updates and naming the kittens as they are thrust into life.

My lady friend adopted a stray kitty that was with kittens a few months back.

The kittens have been brewing in her birth belly and are about to thrust forth from her cat vagina.

The miracle of life, the glory of birth.

Birth.

Oh, Yes

Births…

Holy Fuck, Rick Flair retired like a champ.

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Tonight for some strange reason I had an insane urge for ice cream. I went to the local grocery store and began to hunt for my favorite, Tiger Tail. I wasn’t lucky enough to find a bucket of my beloved, so I settled for a vanilla/cookie combo.

Tiger Tail is a bastard hybrid of orange ice cream and black licorice. For some reason the combination of flavors comes off as absolutely delicious, and I always get it when the opportunity arises. I wonder who the mad genius was that came up with this idea; who ever it was – I will always be in their debt.

To the nameless flavor smith – I salute thee.

My buddy Barker introduced me to Flight Of The Concords – they rule. Check out the following video

The allfather of roleplaying games died today, and in remembrance I drank from my goblet in contemplation.

I will now use the name of Gygax as battle call in my day to day life.

By the beard of Gygax I declare it so!

By the blessed wings of Gygax I say thee nay!

By the serpentine cloak of Gygax show me your tits!

GYGAX!

A blind blues master died today, and we all need to spill some booze on the ground on his behalf.