Rambling Rhodes

Did Something Happen I Should Know About?

Okay, so I'm getting an unusual amount of traffic due to people doing Google searches on Katelyn Faber, Kobe Bryant's accuser. I mean, a LOT of searches. I'll get an occasional hit from someone doing such a search, but today it's, like, one right after another after another.

Is there some news that I'm missing here? Did she pose in Playboy recently? Did Kobe get cornholed by a grizzly bear or something? Why the sudden increased interest in Katelyn Faber?

Inquiring minds, like Sarah Silverman want to know.

UPDATE: Oh, never mind.

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What My Weekend Will Be Aboot

I'll be in Toronto this weekend, attending this.

You know, just in case anyone really cares.

Just Get It Over With

Can we vote yet? Can we go and get this election thing over with already? At this point, I'm burned out. I don't think I can take any more.

I'm tired of George W. Bush. I'm tired of John Kerry. I'm tired of political nitpickery. I'm tired of Democrats. I'm tired of Republicans. I'm tired of "undecideds." I'm tired of polls. I'm tired of Michael Moore. I. Just. Can't. TAKE IT ANY MORE.

I think the reason this nation traditionally has such low voter turnout is because people just get so burnt out, they simply can't drag themselves to the polls for one last dose of election.

I'll make it out to vote on Nov. 2 but, man, after that, I think I'll sleep for about a month.

Oh, For Crying Out. . .

LOUD!

That's the dumbest thing I've read all week.

First Ever Catblogging

This is Kat (left) and Kit (not-left). Kit and Kat are kittens. Kit and Kat are my kittens, and you will address them as Lords Kit and Kat, for one day, though they are small now, they will return to the jungle and regain their rightful place as Kings after they defeat in battle their evil uncle, Scar.

And, no, getting a kitten, let alone two kittens, was not my idea. It was the brainchild of my entirely-too-persuasive girlfriend. That combined with the unfortunate convenience that her sister's cat had kittens, pretty much sealed the deal.

We picked them up last Friday night. Saturday morning, Kit peed on me while I slept in bed. By 2 p.m. that day, that damned cat had learned to use the little box.

That is all for this catblogging entry.

Important Star Wars Galaxies Update!!

As of last night, I'm now a novice bounty hunter! I can use the light lightning cannon! Just call me Boba Rhodes. Or just call me a lame-assed geek.

Actually, don't call me names. That's just mean.