Chaplin and his hilariously sad cone/satellite dish collar, critiquing my queue of BSG episodes.

My current Crackberry doesn’t have a camera, and there are definitely times like tonight where I wish it had one.

I went to visit Chaplin in the animal hospital (hopefully I can take him home tomorrow but they want to keep him under observation for another night) and they had finally taken out the tube that had been running into his bladder for the last couple weeks.

They had repeatedly tried to bandage him up to protect the area of his stomach the tube had been coming out of, but he’d kept kicking the bandages off…except for this last one they put on him.

It’s a big neon green bandage wrapped around his midsection, complete with a powder blue bandage that someone cut out in the shape of a “C” and stuck on his back. Apparently the second that one went on, he decided that the bandage was okay.

I was describing this look, along with his ridiculous satellite dish collar, to Joel and he immediately replied, “So he looks like a superhero lamp.”

A superhero lamp with a very goofy haircut, but yes. Superhero lamp.

If they leave the bandage on when I go to get him tomorrow, I’ll try to get some pictures.

I went for a big long bike ride yesterday, and ran across one of these signs (photo stolen from the interwebs, but it looked exactly like this):

I don’t know if it’s just me, but I was just amused by what I saw in the design: A big roaring monster wave chasing a bunch of of little, scared, screaming waves.

And I’m amused that this cat who resembles him has managed to learn how to do it:

I think the only thing missing from this video is the Benny Hill theme music.

The L.A. Times ran a brilliant editorial today, picking off one by one the arguments for Proposition 8, which seeks to amend the California state constitution to ban gay marriage.

However, they should probably consider turning off their context-based advertising on their editorials. Because with contextual advertising, you end up with screenshots like this (click to enlarge):

I’m not exactly crushed that the Yes on 8 dipshits aren’t getting their money’s worth here, but it does make the Times look a bit silly.

Someone at my office showed me this, and being a liberal who’s wondering how exactly we’re going to fuck this election up, I find it oddly reassuring:

A fun Los Angeles moment this evening (or this morning, really, since this was when I was coming home at 12:30AM):

Speeding down La Brea towards the 10, I came up behind a new-looking sliver Porsche Carerra. The CA plate: 0 IQ.

Sadly, it was just some typical douchebag driving it and not a hot blonde. If it were the latter, that would have been way more awesome.

Courtesy of the Best Week Ever blog and a disturbingly large number of people I know from my days at The Ellen DeGeneres Show who are now working over at at Bonnie Hunt:

Bonnie Hunt and Jimmy Kimmel make imaginary meatloaf.

More updates when I’m not flat-out exhausted, probably sometime around Thanksgiving.

What is this an ad for?

Click to find out. And laugh.

The Daily Show’s research team truly outdid themselves last night, digging up some awesome double-talk about the Palin nomination. Take it away, kids: