So, I went to mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral with my folks tonight, before bringing them back to stay at my place, and it was awful. I loathe St. Pat's. It's so echoey in there that the priest may as well have been speaking Chinese; didn't get a word. And, since the place was chock full of non-Catholic tourists, it's a darn good thing that I know how the mass goes, or I wouldn't have know what to do at all!

Did you know that desert lizards in Australia don't urinate?
The things you learn on the Discovery Channel at one o'clock in the morning!

I think Monty, one of them bad kitties, is trying to let me know that I've been gone too much lately. He sits at the kitchen window, and, when he sees me walking down the street, starts yelling:

"Mew mew mew mew mew mew mew mew!"

I feel so popular. If slightly embarrassed.

So, my Mom and I were deciding what Broadway shows to go to, and I said that I wanted to see The King and I with Lou Diamond Phillips, and she said "O God, I don't want to see that", and I said "O, c'mon, he got great reviews", and she said "No, I don't want to, I didn't like him in Miami Vice".

And I said "Um, Mom, that was Philip Michael Thomas".

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