the dude fucking did it. where would we all be without the internet?
in other news, i've seen my cat rimming maria's cat on my livingroom floor. it's very very bothersome, especially since, being as they're cats, you get no warning before WEIRD GAY CAT SEX. i'm getting rid of my cat today. not because he's weird and gay, but because he pees on the floor every night because he doesn't like that i go to bed and leave him. i've been cleaning up cat piss every morning for two years and i won't do it for another ten. and i really don't like him that much anymore. i don't want him on my lap, because i'm irritated that he pees on my floor every night. so, it's over. the shelter in mechanicsburg is a no-kill shelter, and he's beautiful. someone will take him.
oh, and question of the day: in many yoga practices, there are easy poses and hard poses. and i mean real easy and real hard. your generic runner's stretch is not going to elucidate any sensation whatever in someone who's been stretching regularly for any length of time at all. so why do it? and then, three poses later, they want you to stand on your hands and put your feet behind your head, etc., which involves much, much more commitment to the practice to be able to achieve than, say, touching your toes. this leaves your average peeople bored with teh easy postures and completely out of their depth with the hard ones. so why are they all together? why not divide them into easy practice, medium practice, and cirque du soleil practice?