Yes it is. And we're all counting down and looking forward to that very day. I never appreciated freedom that much. Sunday morning, I woke up on my aunty's living room couch. I've lost my bed and cabinet space in her house, so now the long leather couch is my next best comfort spot. 4x(-1) met up with Lings yesterday at Caramel. And we drove off to Chocz at Esplanade (where I met somebody special but didn't have the courage to approach). I've told Lings my next big traveling plan, which now have included a short road trip in Brisbane to visit her. I feel alive again just by thinking about THE PLAN. In which will take place ONE MORE GOOD DAMN YEAR later. Work week was calm, especially on the second and third, where Shaun was on mc and along with his absence is the ultimate dramatic aura. The tension has loosen, and I'm still FFFFFFF praying for it to happen. Marc introduced me to the ceiling cat that he made, and what the fuck is Ceiling Cat!? Ceiling Cat refers to a photographic image of a concerned-looking cat, a real cat whose existence is denied by Republicans and Jews, whose head appears poking out through a hole in a ceiling. This image has become universally recognized by all denizens of the Tubes as a sign of wonder, an icon of fear, and a source of lulz. In the mythos of memedom, Ceiling Cat is the analogy of God.   Ceiling cat is known to teleport between houses and poke his head through holes in the ceiling to watch people masturbate. If there's no hole in your ceiling, he'll make one. Some consider this to be an invasion of privacy, but if Ceiling Cat does not approve of something, he is known to destroy entire planets with his deadly eye lazers. Ceiling Cat is coming. Hide, ye ED users. Or at least put your cock away. How hilarious is that! I never knew it existed and on the web people have made versions like ceiling Obama, ceiling Spartaa!, ceiling Michael Jackson, and ceiling Goldfish to name afew. ROFL. This is the template to make your own ceiling cat. Go to tubbypaws.blogspot for it. Several Other Blog Worthies: A poster I want on my wall Illustration: Death Wish by Luke Morrell New Grand Bentley, the winged B's replacement for the recently retired Arnage. A shot by photographer Jack Bradley, which captured the exact moment when this boy, Harold Whittles, hears for the very first time ever in his life. The doctor treating him has just placed an earpiece in his left ear. I think photography (art and design too in fact), should be an act of spontaneity. I hate it when photographers go all talks on the technicality aspects of getting a good shot. It should be about capturing that specific moment that you don't want to let slip off your memory, and not be made into a mathematical equation in mechanical engineering before pushing the button that triggers your shutter. Art is an aloof and lonely language to speak.