My Cat Is Evil

I believe my cat is evil.

I present to you this evidence. This morning while eating my very fine bagel that was toasted with a perfect smattering of Philly cream cheese on top, I was watching Ghostbusters. Caylee, the evil cat in question, was purring as she lay on my stomach.

When the movie got to the point where Mr Peck from the EPA shut down the ecto-plasma containment unit where the Ghostbusters store their ghosts (it was very dramatic with all the lights, explosions, running, and lights spreading out across the city). Peck then had the Ghostbusters arrested. A good person, or a "non-evil" person may say "What the...? How can this be? Peck arrested the Ghostbusters and put them in jail? Who will save New York? Doesn't he realized the immenent return of Gozer that this will cause? The world is screwed forever!". I know I did.

I tried to explain my concerns about the worlds future at the hands of Gozer to my cat, but she just looked at me blankly as if to say "so what?", then she jumped off my lap and ran over to lick her back paw as if to say "I got other things going on here, OK?".

I. Was. Shocked. I mean I have seen my cat handle some tricky situations such as "oh no! my fake mouse toy is behind the couch" and handle intense paradoxes like "oh wow! he threw a cat treat, I must go eat it!". But to the return of Gozer and the end of the world, and the only people that could stop it languishing in a New York prison, she had no concerns at all. Not a one. Concernless she was.

How can this be? There is only one answer to that question. This, my friends, is one evil cat!






== EVIL!

Revolutions, Revelations, and a Trip Down Memory Lane

Apparently I haven't updated this BLOG in a while. I have so much to tell you. I have a whole second half of my vacation to relay to you good folks of the Internet World (a world I like to call Internetopia Major), as well as introduce Maurice The Moose. So I am a slacker it seems, but while I am too busy living my life to write my own BLOG, you have to stop your life to suffer through reading it, so who's got the better end of that deal, eh? EH?!? exactly. Bbut I digress...

I shall postpone the retelling of my vacation for another time.

For the past few weeks, I have been taking a course on the basics of Christian faith with my fiance. Its a very good course for those who are so inclined. It has really made me think of my own faith, and wanting to be closer to God... which is good, cause I am a Christian. Born & raised, and born again in the faith. It defines who I am. Like it or not, believe it or not, its no concern of mine.

Lately I have been getting back into Christian Rock music. What, rock music for christians, isn't that sacriligious? Well, the conservative among us may think so, but I, having read Psalms 150, believe that God intended us to praise him with rock (as well as any other form of music we humans happen to come up with).

The band in question that I love to listen to is a band called Petra. Who? Petra. Appropriately, it means "rock" (cause it means both the style of music, and a metaphor for the subject matter, for those slow folks in the back row). Petra is the first band I ever got into when I was a kid (grade 6-7ish). They are grounded in solid christian principles, and have a wide range of music styles and subject matter.

When it comes to Christian Rock, Petra is *THE* band. They have been rockin since the 70s. They are like the Beatles, the Rolling Stones (if they had talent), Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, in that every modern christian band lists Petra as one of their influences.

Petra has released several Praise albums. Ya know those songs that you fall asleep singing in church? Petra Praise is those songs kicked up a notch with some rockin guitar licks, and some kickin drumming thrown in on top. Its praise that gets your toes tappin, and gets you moving. Which is really what its all about. Worshipping God shouldn't be something that brings you down or bores you. It should raise you out of your chair by your socks, and get you active in your life, and Petra does that for me.

So yeah, thats it for this edition. Next time will be lighter hearted, and may contain a moose... no foolin, an actual moose! oooh, tingly with excitement already.

Cheers.