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Jun 04 2008

Oh hell, morning already?

So Dana says to me “How would you like to do some guest blogging?”
And it’s Dana, so I know I won’t have to come up with material on “Militant Emu-Hating Nihilist and Funny Hat Blog” or “Robotic Erotica: Probing the Cybernetic Depths of Uranus” or the like. And that’s good, because there’s only so much emu-hating and android fetishism a man can handle in a year (though I never get really tired of the funny hats). But I know she’s already vivisected the comedy of errors that is the current political climate of America and she’s launched the missiles of indignation and angst in response to the endless torrent of human stupidity raining down on us like a divine shit storm.


So, I’ll stick with what I know; surrealism and chaos, whisky and the kind of cynicism that borders on epic poetry, and yes, I will talk about cigars and the cat who is trying to kill me and quite possibly all the hours I’ve wasted at work, imagining a zombie apocalypse that ends with me opening my own Cannibal Fast Food stand.


My name is Cameron Lee, and no you haven’t heard of me. And if you have, you were likely too drunk or distraught by emotional turmoil to remember the experience. I get that a lot.


Thanks to a new training routine I started last week, it’s physically impossible for me to bend my arms right now, and this has at least been partially typed by my cat. Actually he’s just swatting at the keyboard, fascinated by the clicky sounds it makes and trying to kill the demon which lives inside, but between the beer he managed to pilfer out of my glass and having been subjected to Aphex Twin’s “Who’s Your Daddy” about fifteen times in the last two hours, he’s actually managing to put words together. I may just keep the bastard.


He’s trying to kill me, you understand. Not out of malice, it’s just that I’ve taken his spot in the bed. Protocol dictates either I move to the couch, or he rips my warm, moist soul from my nasal cavity. I wake up with him on my chest, paws kneading away at me, staring down at my face with a too-thoughtful expression that says “Nothing personal, mate, but you’re holding me back. Now just go back to sleep, and this shouldn’t hurt too much.”

You get weird dreams with a cat trying to mind-rape you in the night. And now that I can’t bend my arms, I can’t push him off. There’s at least a 30% chance the next blog will be written by him exclusively.

Right, back to business. I’ve been out of this game for a bit, but I find it appealing to jump back in. I do so love subjecting people to my personal chaos. Once the arms have healed and are properly functioning again that is, and assuming I still have a soul come morning. Also, since she invited me, you’ll have to forward all your complaints, hate mail, and cease and desist orders, et al., directly to Dana. This is her playground, I’m just here to trick the kids into trying to do backward flips off the swing.

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    Karen

    You have clearly not been adequately cuddling your cat. Being scooped up a few times, maybe flipped upside down for belly rubs, or just carried about the house on a shoulder, and that cat will no longer volunteer to knead your chest. It’s too easy to be cuddled there.

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    Dana Hunter

    Ahhh, now the party can start. When Cameron bursts upon the scene, you know things are about to get very interesting indeed!

  3. 3
    Chaos Lee

    “You have clearly not been adequately cuddling your cat. Being scooped up a few times, maybe flipped upside down for belly rubs, or just carried about the house on a shoulder, and that cat will no longer volunteer to knead your chest. It’s too easy to be cuddled there.”Actually, doing that is a greaty to see how well you function with missing fingers and muscle tissue. He does not like to be picked up, and you can only touch him when he wants else you will receive the fangs of death.

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    karen simon

    Maybe that’s why I like dogs. They may slobber on you but they love you unconditionally.

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    Dana Hunter

    When did you come across the long lost twin to my psychopathic beast, Mr. Lee?

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