A short while ago a creature of some sort (perhaps a cat, perhaps a raccoon) scampered across my roof. The creature may have been experiencing delight or may have been experiencing panic, but my experience was to be startled. This roof is distressingly drum-like, and even a small beast can make a big racket on it. Last night I heard a couple of raccoons on my neighbor's roof, and then scrambling about in his back yard, grunting and snorting. I hope I don't hear anything as disturbing as a raccoon fight, or a raccoon copulation. Hearing such thing from the cats is bad enough.
Also, the back of my chair broke this evening. I'm lucky I didn't flop out of it. Now I must take care not to lean back. I don't think it's fixable, and an early replacement is unlikely. My demise may be imminent.
And now some linkery pokery:
The Jalopnik GEM Peapod photoshop contest post displays some amusing work in comments. My favorite thus far: I have no grill and I must purr (link to original's Image Shack page as it's hard to find in Jalopnik's permalink-free and ever-expanding comment section. I hope the image stays.)
Real estate prices are not the only thing to have collapsed of late. There's also Brad DeLong's faith in the wisdom of Alan Greenspan. Probably of interest mainly to econ wonks.
Also from DeLong's journal: Behold the wonder! Mike Oxley, honest Republican! Probably of interest to those who have not suspended their observation of the not-really-suspended Presidential campaign.
And for those who prefer entertainment to polytics, here's a YouTube revelation: The under-appreciated Slim Gaillard's Sooney Rooney (Song of Yxabat), this being his tribute to/parody of Yma Sumac.
And with that, I'm off to see if showering provokes further Adventures in Plumbing. Let it not be so!
Edit for afterthought: So long, WaMu! Don't let the door of our collapsing house of cards hit you in the ass on your way out!