My obsession with LOLcats can finally come to an end.

Okay, so it's quite possible that today could actually be a good day, as I discovered this morning that a picture of MY CAT is on I Can Has Cheezburger?


It's a shame, however, that my name isn't credited with taking the picture, but oh wellz. The important thing is that I know and you know that I did it. Srsly.

The second most important thing is that Tex is a famous cat now. He should have a blog.


Unrelated: I started a class last night, figuring that I might as well take advantage of the free tuition here while I have it. It's just an undergraduate creative writing class, and it's hopefully better than the one I took last summer (it's an "intermediate" level, so it's slightly promising). I get to write two stories, which is good, but I also have to reread all of those damn anthologized short stories that we've all been reading for years. (You know the ones: "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker, "The Open Boat" by Stephen Crane, "To Build a Fire" by Jack London, et al.) My professor is a nice blend of normal and crazy; he doesn't seem full of himself, which is a refreshing change, but he did manage to incite a double-take last night when he said, "We like to read stories about poor people because stuff happens to them." And the majority of the class seems generally competent and interesting, even if I'm (I think) the second-oldest.

Also unrelated: I'm trying to figure out why the majority of male DePaul business majors dress like this:Apparently Chicago suburbanites are taking fashion cues from their Staten Island cousins.