Thank you to all who expressed interest in the position of Research Assistant, which I never actually posted. I’m afraid the position has been filled for some time. Not that my assistant has ever provided much assistance: she thinks she’s helping, and that’s what counts.
Due to a fair bit of insomnia and a cat using me as a mattress, I’ve finished Numbers’s gargantuan book. I supposed keeping me pinned down with no choice but to read or go slowly mad from inactivity is assisting. I’d fire her, but I value my life. You can try to remove her from her position, but I warn you: she’s quick with the teeth for an old fart.
She still has teeth? I’d have thought she’d be gumming people to death by now.
FOREVER
I could lie by your side for the rest of our lives
I think I’ll walk away right now
I could let you pet me for a hundred years
I think we need some time apart
I could be kissed a thousand thousand times
I think I’m needed somewhere else
I could sit on your lap forever
I said I could sit on your lap FOREVER
Don’t you even think of trying to get up
Well, you should have gone to the bathroom beforehand
Because forever is a very, very long time
(from here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1452110581/)
rq @1
My 18 year old furball still has all of her teeth. She still has all of her fur, despite leaving large clumps in the most awkward to vacuum places.
comfychair @2
Francesco Marciuliano’s I Could Pee on This is an excellent collection of poems. Here’s the title poem:
Her new sweater doesn’t smell of me
I could pee on that
She’s gone out for the day and
Left her laptop on the counter
I could pee on that
Her new boyfriend just pushed my head away
I could pee on him
She’s ignoring me ignoring her
I could pee everywhere
She’s making up for it
By putting me in her lap
I could pee on this
I could pee on this