Week 3.1: Rar

Final final score: Cheese wins, 137-136. Oh, come on, people, it's Wednesday. Make up your minds.

Fine. I'll cope with being 0-3. Hey, maybe by tomorrow we'll be tied again. Pout.

Doc says "wow," I says "ow"

( How today's doc-tor trip went. Lengthy, painful, but I assure you, moreso for me than for you, Dear Reader. )

And now I am deaf

First I did get to see and hear a clip of Kim Jong Il singing "I'm Ronery" from "Team America." Oh, I will have to see this in the theater, won't I? And I am going to hell for laughing, aren't I?

Also, words that mean utter doom to my childhood: live-action Star Wars TV series. Oh, God, no, please, let it end.

And I took Tiny and Moosie out, in an attempt to thwart Tiny making his car-alarm shriek. So he crawls up my arm, onto my shoulder, and does it right into my ear. Feel like I've been punched in the brain. Ungh.