Catspaw's Guide to the Inevitably Insane

Uninvited Guest Writer: Floyd

Greetings! My name is Floyd, and I'll be stealing Catspaw's place for the day and writing for her. She hates you all, and needed a break. In her place, I've decided to recap all the major advancements that have occured in the past year, so that we can look back and smile happily at the thought that 2002 is over and we never have to live through that year again.

January

Catspaw created her first 3D animation. It was 3.2 seconds long, and very very boring. She considered it a failed experiment. However, I've recently met a scorpion, and found out that they act exactly as portrayed in the 3D animation. Therefore, it was a perfect video.
Catspaw had her first Jugo Juice experience...
Catspaw got bored in school.
Catspaw failed to acquire a PlayStation 2.

February

February is a bad spelling. I suggest we use Febuary from now on. Who needs two rs?
Catspaw discovers an amazing astronomical phenomenon: there are no stars in Toronto. Or at least, that's what I read into her Febuary 3rd posting. Which makes a lot of sense, because I was in Toronto and I didn't get incinerated by the heat of a nearby star.
Catspaw becomes immortalized in an urban legend icon. Impaled by it, too.
Vervaeke asks Catspaw for a copy of one of her essays, sending her on a natural high which probably only lasted through about a tenth of a problem set before University stress kicked in again.
Catspaw has a weird dream. ... surprise.
A lightbulb explodes, nearly killing fourteen guilty people who were playing video games in Catspaw's res room. This is the part that wasn't mentioned in the press release.

March

Catspaw gets stressed over school.
Catspaw gets a fake fish, named Enki.
Catspaw looses sleep because El is playing games on her Nintendo emulator, and because of an engineering marching band. I find this funny because it wasn't me.
Two planets collide in the wrong way a long distance away, causing a gravitational imbalance which causes Catspaw to fall off her skateboard and rip apart her knee.
Catspaw wishes Slogs a happy birthday.

April

Pudding snacks make a great breakfast.
Catspaw believes that coding for 21 hours straight is not healthy. I think coding for 21 hours straight is a party.
Catspaw's classes end. Yay, no more school... just a summer full of sunshine, happiness, Coke and fun ahead, right?
Oh, wait, first, exam period... Catspaw survives, barely. Left in her wake is nearly a thousand slaughtered Orcs.

May

Catspaw begins to win, as some weird term, when googled for, pops up her web page. I guess that's victory. Kinda. I thought the thousand slaughtered Orcs was victory more, but she never even wrote about that.
Catspaw travels to Scotland for her summer full of sunshine, happiness, Coke, and fun.
Somewhere over a hill, a crying sound is heard.
Then a violent sound.

Summer

Much boring stuff happened. Here are the highlights:

June 17th, new years resolutions are reexamined. Ideally, that would have been done around now, rather than then, but I guess she had nothing to do in Scotland.
In the news in Inverness, a story about a nearby mountain being blown up by a short giggling girl. CatsNip returns home from visiting Catspaw the next day.
Catspaw wishes BenC a happy birthday.
Catspaw wishes myself a happy birthday.
Catspaw's Guide to the Inevitably Insane is rebuilt using a nifty new Python system for stuff and things! People can comment on stuff and things! And they will....
Catsy grosses out the world by explaining her wisdom teeth extraction in too much detail.

September

A new apartment is moved into! Much cleaning of rat traps and scary electrical wiring occurs. A new fire department is built next door to the Price Chopper, just for Mud and Catsy.
Catspaw begins complaining about school again.
Catspaw can't figure out how to turn on the vacuum cleaner, despite fLufFy and Lao's help.
Catsy claims that insanecats.com will have much more centralized ranting and unpolitically correct stuff. I've never seen it. Maybe my uninvited guest writings will cause some angry ranting though. :-)

October

I preredecokeificationalityismistically drank.

And more stuff happened here. I'm tired of this. Your regularly scheduled Catspaw will sometime soon welcome you to 2003.

Its school again. Which means no more fun and happiness and all that was once good in the world has been destroyed. So naturally, I'll be writing on here a lot more because I'll have a lot more to complain about!!

Today's target of my violent rage is the damn snow on the ground. Someone apparently forgot to inform Mr Weather that this is Toronto and that we don't get snow in Toronto.

Now, I'm not saying that I'm snow-prejudiced! Snow is perfectly good for a number of things. Like, not being here, or being somewhere else. I'm perfectly fine with snow conducting both of these activities. But to the people who cycle to campus every day and who really matter in this universe (ie: me), its ass!

So today I biked to campus through the snow. That's right. Anyone who thinks that they're all macho-like and is into extreme sports or whatever doesn't know the meaning of "extreme sports" until they've tried biking through the snow in downtown toronto traffic over ice. Aside from the voice in my head who spent the whole trip screaming "We're gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!", it was a fun and educational trip. For example, I learned that I hate biking in the snow.

This is not to say, of course, that I wasn't going so much faster than all the poor snow-stuck cars on Dundas that they glared at me in jealousy. Cuz I was. However this had the disadvantage that the cars felt no remorse for delivering wave after wave of two meter tall rain of brown slush as they occationally passedme. I arrived at class looking like I'd just had a horrible fight with a chocolate pudding monster.

So I'm in my hardware class, grumbling. Rosenthal is teaching me two classes this term (he's the one who did my C++ last term). If I had to have gotten a prof for three courses in a year, it could have been a lot worse. He has a computer running OSX called Phrygian. How horrible could he be? The crap part about my class was not the prof, but rather the fact that I had to do labs with a partner this term. I hate people. I don't wanna have a stupid partner. GRRR.

So five minutes into class, some guy comes and sits beside me. "HI!" I recognize him immediately. He's one of the many stalkers I had from Calculus class last year. "Okay", he says, taking a deep breath. "I know that I can't assure you of my qualifications in this class through any rapid means, however I do remember you from Calculus last year, when you cleverly answered 'home on the range', do you remember that?" (I nod). He continues: "So, I figured that you must be clever and I was wondering whether you wanted to be my lab partner."

So I get a riddle and he decides that this makes me qualified. I almost wish that this was some class which I knew I was gonna fail (like, say, first year Specialist Physics again). THEN let's see how much my riddle-solving abilities qualify me. Fortunately, he's doing his labs on Mondays and I'm doing mine on Thursdays, which gives me an out. However, he gave me his email address incase we didn't find other people, so he'd move his lab to Thursday (ew).

At least its an out. So if I get there on Thursday and there's nothing but worse people there, I have an excuse to run away! :)

(Oh, and I got to see Lou and Ariebeladon in Linguistics). Aaaaand I got to seriously diss someone's website today. CS for UofT. Which was super fun.

I think I should get a job dissing people.

Get off my site, halfwit!

You know what my life is seriously missing? A soundtrack. Soundtracks are the most important thing in every videogame and movie out there, except for Lawnmower Man 2 where not even the world's best soundtrack ever could have possibly saved my poor retinas from that movie.

What would the movie Hackers be without its soundtrack? What would LotR be? What would FFX be? What would that movie without music be? The same. But not the others! They would be completely different. And this Catspaw feels that they would be a whole heckfire worse. So why doesn't my life have a soundtrack?

DAMNIT!

Okay, so here's my polling question to the audience.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to choose the soundtrack to YOUR life. You can choose up to six songs (its a short soundtrack, because we have to save CD room for the rest of your life which hasn't happened yet). Note: you're allowed to exagerate the events in your life and choose songs from anywhere.

Once you've chosen six songs, comment on this entry with the six songs and a few sentences on each one about what part of your life has that particular song. Here's a few examples of things you could say, to get you started.

(Note: these are examples of some random person's life, not my soundtrack)

Sympathy for the Devil (Rolling Stones): the music starts as the movie starts, with kid sitting in grade one drawing pictures and the kids around him playing stupid games and teasing him. the camera focuses on his drawings: they're of him hanging the kids.

December (Collective Soul): long car trip as a kid, looking out at the boring scenery going past.

Harder Better Faster Stronger (Daft Punk): after getting an F mark on midterms, and fooling around all year, cramming for the final exam, but nothing making sense

One is the Lonliest Number (Three Dog Night): huge fight with all friends over something big, and leaving angry, but then this song comes on and anger turns more into sadness

Paint it Black (Tea Party): evil overlord of the world scene

Vivi's Theme (Nubuo Uematsu): died and reincarnated as a fruitfly, life seems a lot easier, but one's perception also changes a lot.

So those are the examples. Now post your soundtrack. And if I find all of yours sufficient, I might post my own.

Much the same way that actors plug their own names into search engines every few hours to see if there's a new steamy slash story about them, I'm always thoroughly amused by the fan art that I get. Granted, most of it isn't "fan art", its just pictures that people make for me, but I'm goddamn calling it "fan art" because that sounds better and the rest of you can just piss off!

Anyway, here's some of the stuff I've collected over the past seven days, to give everyone a sample of what its like being me.

	Art happily donated by "Mr Wiggles". Uuuuuh huuuuh............ Now since I know that "Mr Wiggles" is one of you, let me just say: your very name sends chills down my spine because its the nickname that a sociopath would use. This was in response to my Winter Wonderland post.
	Art happily donated by fLufFy. This was her play on Ender's comment wherein he called my father a "humster". Apparently this is what a humster looks like. I dunno if this is a compliment or insult or what, but it does strikingly resemble my father.
	Art happily donated by Jennifer23. "This is a picture of you ontop of a coke can which has been enlarged and is sitting near some mountains and a village." Apparently Jennifer23 believes that I'm blind. Which, let me tell you, makes biking to class just that much more dangerous.
	Art happily donated by Rappie. In the tradition of odd little anime cards to represent capcom and SNK characters, Rappie made me a Catspaw one, designed after a comic that Stormi made for me a few years ago featuring me! :)

Okay, now keeping all that in mind, there's a new and even more exciting audience participation challenge starting today! (Since apparently choosing 6 songs was impossibly difficult). This challenge involves art, but don't fret artless wonders, this challenge is so easy, even I could do it!

Your challenge is as follows:

Comment on this entry of the website with a url to an image that you've made. The image should be exactly as described here: it should be a photo (ie: real life photograph) which has been edited using your favourite photo-editing tool to include a stickcat. So take a real photo, and add in a stickcat somewhere. Suggestions: movie themes, humourous locations, etc. If you want, you can also add a caption (like someone saying something) if its necessary to your photo, but some of the best will be self-explanatory. ENJOY!

So last night (well, early this morning), C.Pwr, fLufFy and I went sledding.

There are two ways to go sledding. The first is the super-wussy "taking slides down a tiny hill during almost-zero-degrees warmish weather on light powder snow". The other is EXTREME SLEDDING. We did the EXTREME SLEDDING.

Some things which are necessary for your sledding experience to qualify as EXTREME SLEDDING is that it must be so cold out that when you get home and try to warm up under hot water, you can't get the water hot enough, and then you realise that the water is at boiling temperature but your legs are just so cold that they were numb to the temperature. Also, if its EXTREME SLEDDING it must involve huge, super inclined hills. EXTREME SLEDDING often involves huge ice chunks about the size of a basketball which are packed into the hill such that after hitting a small bump, you land on them such that they penetrate deep into your stomach, knee, or skull. In EXTREME SLEDDING, it is not uncommon for many sleds to be attached together, or a pyramid-formation to be made. In EXTREME SLEDDING you will end up with bruises the size of your head, and muscles that hurt so bad that you just lie in bed for days, cursing the fact that you were ever invited to go EXTREME SLEDDING.

In fact, EXTREME SLEDDING is a lot like EXTREME BIKING where you get doored by several parked cars, hit by several cars pulling out, and wipe out on black ice, on Friday.

All in all, EXTREME SLEDDING is an extremely exciting event which I recommend to none of you, because most of you are too big wusses to handle the awe-inspiring event which is EXTREME SLEDDING. If you don't get iced in the gut, butted in the ear, cold snow down your back, huge bruises, several frostbite marks, and a deep sense of fear for the outside world, then I can tell you, for sure, that you weren't doing EXTREME SLEDDING.

Wow! Lots to talk about, mostly because I've been too busy to write anything and then the stuff to talk about piles up so writing this would take longer so I have less and less chance to write and then it just escalates. Ahh, the tangled web I'm stuck in! So instead of spending the amount of time that I would have spent on these individual days, you're getting quick summaries.

Sunday - The Stabbing Day.
Saturday night went to Medieval Times with Hoover and Mud and our knight won and after the feast was over and everyone was leaving the arena, I stole other people's apple tarts who had just left them uneaten on their plate in the row infront of us - fools. Then we played in a playground on the way home until we all felt sick, then came home and watched a bit of Noir (drool!) and then Mud stabbed herself with a big knife, and then we played Smash Bros while her leg bled all over the bed. A good day had by all!

Monday - School Again.
So Mondays totally suck because I have 4893539758437 hours of class and need to use seven time machines and a quantum computer just to attend all of the classes within a 24 hour period. Its extremely stressful, especially since whenever I meet myself a huge hole rips in the universe and our dimension is sucked into it. Then I have to attend classes in the fourth dimension and just hope to hell that all my classes are on the same three-d plane and that I don't have to move in the other two dimensions, lets call them Fred and Bob, incase I accidentally flip the wrong way and when I return to the third dimension I'm in reverse. Ugh.
Oh, and we made fun of people in Linguistics, which is always cool. We're starting to build nicknames for each of the people who REALLY drive us insane (Miss G, THE UNNAMED, New Age Dude, Chesty, etc) which us fun, and I think I'm feeling a flash video coming on about it, if I had more than 2 minutes to myself per day, which I don't. Sorry.

Tuesday - MORE school?!
The thing about Tuesdays this term is that I have a billion hours of class on Tuesdays, just like on Mondays, so by the end of Tuesday night I'm so exhausted that I just wanna roll over and die. Fortunately, Tuesday night's class is Cognitive Psychology which is cool because the prof is cool (despite him being from Alberta and liking football), he's a super-intellectual who seems to know everything about anything and is great at his little polymathical digressions. Hey, look, I'm the 8th place ever on the internet to conjugate polymath into "polymathical". Yay me. And I'm definetly the first to say "polymathical digressions" though one other person on the internet has said "polymath digressions which just pisses me off, cuz then it looks like I conjugated him instead of inventing my own phrase. Damnit.

Wednesday - Today. Yay!
This entry has been brought to you by the letter A and the number 89. And by viewers like you.

But its done now, so go home. Go on! GET! I mean it. Leave this page now. Comment or get out. You're staying, are you? You just plan on staying here and keep reading and ignoring what I'm telling you to do? Fine. That's just fine. Then I guess I'll spend my time explaining the theory I'm working on to you and you can all just sit there and listen until your fragile little minds explode from boredom.

So this started in my CSC258 (hardware) class where the TA was trying to show an example of converting a base-10 real number into a binary real number on the board. He chose the example of 0.523 . After two calculations, he began to explain that sometimes it takes a while to get a binary real number. I glanced at it for a while and then determined that he was never going to get a binary real number out of it, because it had to end in a 5 after the decimal in order to convert evenly into binary. I raised my hand and mentionned this to him and after he stared at the board for a good long while he nodded in agreement and said he was "impressed". MWAHAHA. So then I got to thinking, what rules are there about the second last number? Third last? Fourth last?

I began to count backwards in decimal binary (0.1, 0.01, 0.11, 0.001, 0.101, 0.011, etc) and write their decimal equivilants (0.5, 0.25, 0.75, 0.125, 0.625, 0.375, etc). The first thing to be noted is that counting backwards in binary doesn't produce numbers in order -- which is ass if you're figuring out which numbers are possible because without a theorem you'd literally have to try every number in existance to figure it out, because they're unsorted.

However it was observed that aside from the last digit being a 5, the second last digit was a 2 or 7. I determined that this was because (2 x 2) + 1 = 5 and (2 x 7) + 1 = 15, so both of those end in 5 when multiplied by the base (2) and one added to them (from the five previous to them - the last digit, being multiplied by 2 and thus becoming 10 and having that 1 carry over). Still with me? WHY? Go do something else.

So the third last digit is going to depend on what the second last digit was. If it was 7, it is going to have an added carry over. The question here becomes: does the fourth last digit depend on what the 2rd and 2nd were, or just the 3rd? So is the available digits a function of the digit prior to it or of all prior digits? Remember, of course, we're working backwards (from last digit and then closer to decimal point) here.

So working by hand I began to get a bit of a digit tree that looked like this:

......../3 .......1.. ...../..\8 ....7..... .../.\../0 ../....6.. ........\5 5......... ......../4 ..\....3.. ...\./..\9 ....2..... .....\../1 .......8.. ........\6

Okay, a few prima facie observations: for each parent p with children c1, c2, |c2 - c1| = 5. Is this because 10 (base1) / 2 (base2) = 5 ? Also noted, there are 2(x-1) base 10 numbers of length x which can be represented in binary. So then because it was taking far too long to calculate these figures by hand, I had a computer program run and print out all possible binary digits of length 0 to 15 and make a little similar tree. Observations here were slim, except that the same digit on the same level can spawn different children (ie: the kids are a function of all digits previous to it and not just its parent and level), and the diversity of a list of possible numbers LESSENS towards their tail.

Overall conclusions: Meh.

And that was Catsy's Playing With Numbers for today. Tune in next week where Catsy will try to discover if there is a number greater than 7.

This is how I feel when there's nothing new on your site.:

Okay okay. I'm writing. See? WRI-TING.

So stuff is insanely busy this term. You may have gathered this by the lack of entries this month. I'm sooooorrry. On the plus side, I've ditched my last flash project (I didn't like where it was going) and I'm starting a new one. The downside is that its probably gonna end up being HUGE and since I have no time at all these days, it'll probably take me a month to complete and by that time I'll have switched projects. But I'm trying people, okay?!

So biking in the winter is still ass (old story) but the -25 C isn't helping it these days. Nor is the rusting bike chain. Nor is the fact that my brakes snapped again and I'm biking sans-brake in downtown Toronto (though I AM wearing a helmet now, which is a new plus). And people who like hitting on bikers so covered in headbands, gloves, shirts, jackets, sweaters, hoods, hats, scarves, double-mits, boots and a helmet, that you can't even see the slit where their eyes stick out...they still suck.

And I'm thinking more and more that my CS prof is The Shit (tm, all rights reserved). He types about twice as fast as I do (which I never thought was possible - and I've seen most of you type, and its not this fast) and can spew out beautiful code instantaneously. I had him last term for C++ and this term he's teaching me both Hardware and Operating Systems. He's goooooood. He keeps making jokes in class that no one gets (so I laugh alone in the back of the class), and today he commented on Cryptonomicon which I was reading and I nearly died of happy. There's certain profs who turn me into a little happy puppy when they just talk to me. Anyone who's been reading this for longer than a few months knows who that was last year (coughcogscicough) and this year it just might be him.
bouncebouncebouncebouncebouncebouncebounce.

Oh yeah, and my logic prof is a moron. I have to put that here somewhere in order to make it Official.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I'll try to write more frequently. Like every day or every second day. But they might be short. Expect a lot of entries that look like this:

I love ice cream, and hardware course, and Mota, and linguistics people being bigger wusses than me at eating a huge toblerone bar, and lotr soundtrack. I hate biking in the cold, and you, and that $#@&$*#@&$@# girl in those commercials for a product I can't even remember who is all like "when you go to a restaurant you don't go to one for a drink and one for a burger and one for fries, you go to one that serves them all" who thinks she's cute but she's NOT, she's ANNOYING and I wish she would GET OFF MY SCREEN. And I hate cold floors in the morning. And when baby monkeys hate me.

Yeah, just like that.

So you know what sucks?

I mean, aside from the obvious.

The obvious - obviously - is when you're walking along the street with a raccoon clinging onto your ankle and sitting on your foot, and suddenly a car pulls up beside you and a man with a fuzzy green hat gets out of the car and tells you that your sister, who was the Queen in 1984, has just eaten a very large peanut in a salad which was flavoured with raspberry dressing that had been mixed by George Clooney.

Now that really sucks.

But you know what else sucks?

Getting up in the morning. I hate that.

So my alarm just went off. Just went off. Like about 50 seconds ago.

If someone were to hear me talk aloud right now, it would probably sound like someone had shoved a wad of peanut butter down my throat a year ago and I had yet to swallow.

Anyway, here's what I have to share with the group...

Juuuuuust before my alarm went off and interupted my dream, here's the very last (and only) part I remember from it:

I'm standing ontop of a wooden crate, looking down at a crowd of people who are examining little silver packets of goo and I'm shouting: "You can't stop me! I will tell the world! Shopping noodles are just like working noodles!"

After I turned my alarm off, I stood for a second in the echo of my dream. "That's true, shopping noodles ARE just like...........huh?! WTF?!! That doesn't even make any sense! ARGH!

You know a good day is about to start, when...

Okay, so after the comment from a wandering eye, I just randomly decided to check google to see where I stood in the world of Vervaeke. Like, wouldn't it be cool if I was on the second or third page of the "John Vervaeke" search such that someone searching for information about him might accidentally stumble upon my site.

The results are below. I don't think I need to explain my feelings on the matter any further.

http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&q=john+vervaeke

So I have a billion gazillion things to do tonight.

And what better way to procrastinate than to add features to insanecats!

You'll notice that the logging in feature is gone. This is because not enough people used it, so I decided not to care about the few and trashed it. You can spend the three seconds necessary to type in your name when posting a comment.

We now have a month-switcher! And, I am no longer old-browser compliant! Because I'm too lazy to work on the two seconds it'd take to make a tiny button next to the month switcher such that non-Javascript people could use it. Too bad. You wanna view other months? Get javascript!

And we have an extremely basic search engine. Its case-sensitive, no "and", "or", etc work. But if you're looking for a word, this should do it.

If anything breaks, complain, but I doubt I'll fix it.

I'm a busy person! Got lots of other stuff to do to procrastinate, damnit!

Well, its Super Bowl Sunday. And you know what that means -- the Simpsons will be cancelled. Damnit!

Year after year, a perfectly good Sunday is ruined by nothing but a bunch of steroid-pumped guys bashing heads repeatedly. Everyone talks a lot about Super Bowl Sunday. People pay millions of dollars to have a few seconds of airtime. Stores actually close and signs say 'Closed for Super Bowl Sunday' appear outside the shops. And yet no one who I talk to stays home to watch this stupid event. This can only mean one of two things.

1) I limit the people who I speak with to an elite group who don't occupy their time watching the super bowl.
2) Everyone lies to me and Super Bowl Sunday is actually the coolest thing in the galaxy but its a conspiracy against me and every time I flip to that channel, they suddenly switch it to football in order to get me to flip away. In fact, Super Bowl Sunday is really a day in which huge piles of ice cream are placed in a stadium and covered with truckloads of toppings and people are free to roll around in it and eat it until they burst. And I'm missing out.

If the simplest solution is always the right one, then logic suggests that number two is true, since some of the people I talk to spend their free time reading shit on the internet, like this very site, which obviously excludes them from the "elite" of society.

Anyway, my point is...I hate Super Bowl Sunday. Its the biggest Suck since my oven mitt caught fire while I was pulling a tray of fries out from the oven.

And, because I'mhighly opinionated and thoroughly convinced that I'm always right, I have a few suggestions of brand new events that should replace Super Bowl Sunday. They are some of my most brilliant ideas yet and I strongly suggest that they be implemented.

Chocolate Sunday - During this event, mounds of chocolate will be placed around the house so that no matter where you are, you are able to be eating chocolate. To avoid chocolate rolling around in the grunge on your bathroom floor, however, we might as well use foiled chocolate like those foiled chocolate eggs. So these would be placed all around the house. To avoid whining children brats from eating all the chocolate, however, we might as well hide it around the house in places only we know about while they're sleeping in bed.

Candy Night - When other people invite me over to their homes and then leave for a few minutes to go to the washroom or check their laundry, I often observe that they have many interesting things hiding in their closet or dresser drawers. One of these observations is that most people have lots of candy in their homes. Why aren't I in on some of this candy goodness? So my new holiday is called Candy Night. During Candy Night, you can go from house to house and blackmail them into giving you candy. Of course, since these will probably be your neighbours (you don't want to actually walk far, do you??) you might as well put on a costume so that they don't recognize you.

Mocking Loners Day - Nearly nothing is so much fun as watching single people cry at sappy romantic movies because they feel all alone. Which leads me to believe that nothing would be more fun than having a whole day dedicated to watching these people cry. This day would be called Mocking Loners Day and it would be a day where people exchanged hearts, flowers, cards and candy with their loved ones in order to emphasise the point that if you didn't get a Mocking Loners Day Card, no one loves you.

These are just a few of some of the many ideas I have for new holidays. I would write more, but quite frankly I've grown sick of most of you and instead I'm going to go eat a corn muffin.

Catsy's super tasty corn muffins

1 cup flour
1 Tbsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
3/8 cup white sugar
1 cup cornmeal
3 Tbsp honey
1/2 cup butter or margarine
1 egg
3/4 cup milk

Preheat oven to 375F, prepare pans. Mix dry ingredients together and stir in cornmeal. Melt butter, add egg and milk and combine well. Add dry mix to wet mix until just combined. Spoon into pans and bake for 15-20 mins.
Best while hot.

Today has officially (by me, making it extremely official) been declared "Emilio Estevez Day" wherein everyone must spend at least three minutes thinking about a good Emilio Estevez movie that they wish that they were watching right now instead of sitting here reading this site.

Go on, think. I can wait.

Alright, will you hurry up already?! Man, you think I'm just gonna sit here while you spend an hour having your little daytime fantasy about Emilio Estevez? Keep reading, sicko.

So yeah, at this time you're asking "Why is it Emilio Estevez day, Catsy? Especially since you didn't even know who he was and had to look him up on images.google to find a picture of him and then went 'Ohhhhhhhhhh, THAT guy. The guy who did that movie with the hockey players where he dated that guy's mom...the guy who eventually did a movie where he was helping that guy catch that guy in a position where he could blackmail him with photos into telling that girl that he wasn't such a bad guy...that girl in that movie where she was a lawyer or something. Yeah. That guy.'"

The answer to the question is below. A quote from Wil Wheaton's blog.

A little over a week later the audition came. I drove myself to this old church on Highland where they have auditions from time to time, listening to Bird the whole way. I walked into a large empty courtyard, filled with fountains, birds, and a beautiful garden. Only the sign-in sheet betrayed the presence of Hollywood. I sat down, focused and ready to go get this job.

While I was waiting, Emilio Estevez arrived.

Wow, I thought, I'm at the same audition as Emilio Estevez, and I'm about to meet the man who is responsible for The Godfather and Apocalypse Now!

I totally forgot why I was there, and became a drooling fan boy.

Emilio Estevez said hi to me, one professional to another, and I said, "Hey."

There was a pause, and I heard myself say, "I want to tell you how much I like your work. Repo Man is one of my favorite movies of all time, and Breakfast Club is a classic."

He went one better:"Wil, Stand By Me is a classic, and I love your work too. It's really nice to meet you."

I hadn't told him my name, yet.

The casting assistant came out, and looked at the two of us. Emilio was on the "A" list. I was on my way to the "C" list, having been off TNG for a few years. She said, "Emilio, would you like to come in now?"

He looked at her, and said, "Wil was here before me. It's his turn."

She told him that it wasn't a problem. They were ready for him.

"Well, if you're ready for me, you're ready for Wil, and he was here first." He crossed his legs, and looked at his script.

I was stunned. He didn't need to stand up for me...

Wow. Emilio Estevez is a super nice guy. I wish that more people were super nice like him. Then I could take over the whole world with a butter knife. (Ahhh, dogbert...)

The weather is mocking me.

Now, after I have finally arranged a routine compromising of sufficient clothing to bike in the frigid airs of the world, it is now that the weather chooses to slowly become warm.

Far from hot yet, the bitter sting has all but disappeared from it.

But it will not continue as such. It will try to decieve me.

When I attempt to bike to class without the sweatshirt, and the jacket, and the scarf, and the mittens inside the gloves inside the mittens, and the sweatpants under the jeans, and the neckwarmer and the headband and the two pairs of socks...it is in this very moment when the weather's plans shall become revealed and winter shall resume.

Therefore, I shall do a great service unto the world, and bike with all of these accessories, in a bitter attempt against all odds to foil the weather's mockery of my journeys.

For the instant that I accept that it is not quite so cold, is the instant that we'll see the -30 once more.

So the question of the day is: tomorrow, should I skip all my classes and visit the zoo with Mud and Brandon, or should I go to my classes? So, because everyone loves reading HTML tables, I made one, instead of studying for my test in an hour. YAY!

Pro Class	Pro Zoo
I'm technically doing a chunk better than last year, and it'd be nice if I didn't end term two reverting back to the Calculus/Physics way of life. I'm not sure if I could stand another spring of poison alligators chewing on my ankles while I try to integrate logorithms.	I could visit the little monkeys!!!
There are also monkeys at class. His name is Abdul and he's my TA.	Zoo-monkeys don't give homework.
It takes like two hours to get to the zoo, and two hours to get back.	The only classes you have on Fridays are two tutorials. You always skip the second one because the TA is an idiot, and you would skip the first one (because the TA is an idiot) except that new material has been previously presented in a tutorial which will be on the tests.
If you get in the habit of skipping Fridays in January, by March you'll be skipping every class out there and staying at home playing PS2 instead.	If you get in the habit of skipping Fridays in January, by March you'll be skipping every class out there and staying at home playing PS2 instead.
Grades! Your beautiful, beautiful grades.	But the monkeys :(

Wow, I hope that you had as much fun reading that as I did writing it, which boils down to a slight smirk at one point but deadpan boredom for the rest of it. And if you were enjoying yourself more than that, I don't wanna know about it.

From: [my email]
To: [his email]
Subject: Re: insanecats
Friday, January 31, 2003 1:28 PM

> hello catspaw,
> i've read your website for a few months now and i commented a few times as anon.
> i've noticed that a few times you have mentionned that you are a very bribable
> person and also that everyone is always bugging you to make more flash videos.

> we haven't seen a new flash video in several months now, and this makes me sad.

> why don't you include a paypal link on your website so that people can bribe you to
> make more videos?

Hey, thanks for your email. I've posted it up on insanecats, as you'll notice shortly. :) Right now I'm in the middle of working on a big flash video, which is why there's been a gap for a while. Its not a stickcat adventure series, but its keeping me amused - so screw all the rest of you guys.

If you feel that you have too much money and really want to give it out, I've added a paypal link to the toolbar (oooooh aaaaaaah) so that all the rich weirdos of the world who feel like stalking me can make a contribution to the Catsy Icecream Fund.

I promise for every two million dollars that you donate, I will make a one minute long flash video featuring you personally.

Its the bargain of a lifetime! Buy buy buy!

Catsy