Bad brie and Dr. Gurglepurr

We're still going round about that cat's name. So far we've come up with: Sunshine, Orange Thing, Dr. Jones, Gurglepurr, Cuddles (what the shelter named him), and a variety of less pleasant monikers depending on what he's currently up to. Dr. Phineas Gurglepurr sounds rather impressive, if a bit unbearably British. He might be British. I'm fairly sure he'd eat fish'n'chips. Or fish ampersand chips, as I like to call it. I think I'm clever. It's a disease.

Widget, Monkey, and Dr. Phineas Gurglepurr. Awesome.

Rest in peace, Steve Jobs. Say what you want about the man, he gave it everything he had until the curtains fell.

We went shopping last night and, being the cheapass I am, I decided to pick up a package of brie that was on sale. We eat cheese rather too quickly in this house, so I figured we'd be long done with it by the time the sell by date came upon us (10/7). We got it home, opened it up, and it smelled awful! Some sort of horrible rotting vegetative stench or whatever. I've had smelly cheese before, but brie is not supposed to be pungent. That's sort of its whole deal. Anyway, poor Patrick tried a bit to see what it tasted like and then was ill for a while after, starting about two hours later. I was not about to eat anything that smelled like that, so I didn't have any.

Pickiness saves the day! Remember that, kids.

We're taking it back today. While they can sell food cheaper when it's getting closer to its sell by date, they ought to not be selling actual rotten food. I frown on that. Yuck.

This week has really been full of multi-car accidents on the freeway. I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's all the students driving around now that school is back in session. Whatever it is, it's ruining my commute! So kindly knock it off, y'all. Thanks.