Cool Cat

Mishearing song lyrics is a common phenomenon. There's actually a word for a garbled lyric: mondegreen. And there are books about it, such as Gavin Edwards' When a Man Loves a Walnut--I'm actually a contributor (my name's in the credits and everything!). One example: I always thought Cat Stevens (that's him proudly showing off his denim-clad junk in the pic) was singing "Morning is broken," not "Morning has broken." That song was playing when I picked up my triple venti nonfat latte at Starbucks today, and it proved to be prophetic, so in the tradition of Weird Al, I composed new lyrics to the Stevens hit.

Morning is broken
My laptop won't start up
Got no cell signal
The router is dead
Clients are pissed
Deadlines will be missed
Screw all this bullshit
I'm back in bed.

Packers Fans are Cool

We're hosting a Packers victory party--I mean, a Super Bowl party--next Sunday, and we're ramping up for the excitement in the days leading up to the Big Game. Beverages will be served--Pabst, of course, and also a liquid creation we're calling the Lambeau Cooler. I can't reveal the contents, but I can tell you that it's a gold beverage, with green ice. Here's how we're making the ice:

 1. Regular old Chicago tap water, with green food coloring added

 2. Special orb-shaped ice cube tray (from the nice people at Maker's Mark; this is the present they sent me this year to thank me for drinking so much of their bourbon)

3. After hours of freezing, we run the frame under warm water, popped the orbs out, and voila!--cubes!

Hey Dere

There once was a young pup named Maddow
Who got scolded because she was bad-o
     She wanted to play
     But her mom said, "No! Stay"

Now Maddow is looking quite sad-o

I Fought the Slaw

I had a taste for cole slaw. I even had half a jar of Marzetti's slaw dressing, but--alas--no cabbage. However, I did have part of a head of bok choy leftover from a pot of soup I'd made yesterday. I chopped the bok choy up, tossed in some carrots, added dressing and voila!--choy slaw.

I know, it's not James Beard-level culinary genius, but I was pretty darned proud of myself.

Caption?

Considering how much Ella pretends to hate Maddow, she sure has spent a lot of time near her--on the bed, in the bathroom and, just this afternoon, sitting right above her on the couch. Something's going on, I suspect.

I need a bit of help: this photo of the two frenemies needs a caption. Leave yours in the comment section. The best one gets gold stars.

Poetry in Motion

A haiku about my cat:


Curled into a "C"
Ella Fitz sleeps all day long
I would like her gig.

Bearing Down

While I did a few tinkery things--cooked, danced with the dogs, etc.--today was a creative day off for me for the most part, because of the very important NFC championship game between the Bears and the Vikings. I'm a Packers fan, so I was needless to say a very happy girl by the early evening...unlike this girl.