Potatoes

It was my understanding, prior to visiting my mother over Christmas break, that cats are carnivores.

Erm... potato?


Do cats ordinarily eat potatoes?

Wait. Why am I asking you guys what cats do? I'm the one with twelve cats.

Unfortunately, only nine were on the couch for this shot. Two more are behind it, and one is at my feet. Not now, but when I was taking the picture.



Instead of a quote of the day, I give you a conversation of the day:


Conversation of the Day

Stacey: The word "prick" is primarily British.
PD: I've never heard a Brit say "prick."
Stacey: What are you talking about? British people love prick.

Alright, readers, I know you want me to get my act together and start posting regularly, but here's the deal: I'm pretty busy lately. I'll tell you what I'll do: I'm going on blog-holiday for the rest of February. Starting 1 March, I'll give you at least two posts per week, and I may even get Jake to start posting again. How does that sound, masses?

Also, if any of you think you'd be good writers for the blog, email me a sample blog entry or two at MisterPD@gmail.com. If I like your stuff a lot, you may become the third author. If I like it somewhat, I'll post it with your name on it. If I hate it, I'll sign you up for the Ku Klux Klan email newsletter. Ok, maybe not that last bit. Besides, NAMBLA is far more awkward to have in your inbox.

Dane's Mother

Finally, a picture of Dane that doesn't show his face blurred or covered. He was beginning to gain a reputation as the anonymous man.

Anyway, Dane was sitting there in Computer Science when Ian, right next to him, got a text message.







Dane was... unhappy.

Steve and Joey

Yes, I really do know Steve (Plexilate) and Joey (Fanoto) from the Cbox. They're in my Spanish class, and they're both dumbasses.

Steve is the sort of dumbass who puts his clothes on wrong,

and then doesn't fix them.

Joey distracts me from my diligent work with his astounding magic tricks.


Steve also sometimes challenges me to "punch wars."

Yeah, I usually pussy out first. Kind of like with Austin and his ultra-painful high fives.

Poker at Jake's

I went over to Jake's house a while ago for a crazy poker night with Forrest and Tyler. It was pretty kick-the-ass.

One thing that bugs me, though, about going to Jake's house is that he often has no soda except for Dr. Pepper.

I severely hate Dr. Pepper. I hate it so much that when Jake told me he had no other soda, I checked the fridge for myself and took the only other drink I could find.


Diet Lemon Brisk tea. Yes. I did it. That's how much I hate Dr. Pepper. It's like piss in a can. At least Diet Lemon Brisk tea doesn't taste like bodily fluids.

Anyway, I won at poker that night. We played Hold 'Em, and I won with a pair of 8s and a pair of Jacks.


Of course, with my astounding poker face,

it was inevitable.