Yesterday, I spent the day in Minneapolis, because my daughter and son-in-law were passing through, and we had a chance to have lunch with them, before they left me again. It’s as if they have their own life to live.
Today I’m heading home all alone because I ditched my wife at the airport. She’s flying to Spokane to go on a road trip of indeterminate duration with her sister, and without me. I have to prepare for classes.
I’m lonely already. It’s going to be just me and the evil cat for a while.
Don’t let the cat talk you into anything.
Don’t you do anything underhanded like saying the cat ran away when your Mrs gets back ,else we will all tell on you .
The evil cat is sniggering already, with visions of zebrafishys served on filleted poopyhead dancing in its head.
The evil cat is giggling.† Dancing in her head are visions of zebrafishys served on filleted poopyhead. And that’s just day one…
† An earlier version said “sn——ing” which just so happens to embed the n-word, and so got ate. Possibly by the evil cat, more likely by the filter.
“She’s flying to Spokane to go on a road trip of indeterminate duration with her sister, and without me.”
It’s as if she has her own life to live.
My wife does things like that too; my kids are gone as well. And, like you, I’m also glad that they all have their own lives to live.
When you are asleep, the cat will sneak up and do a “feline mind meld”. You will wake up as “Evil PZ” (a bit like Dexter Morgan).
“She’s flying to Spokane to go on a road trip of indeterminate duration with her sister, and without me.”
You have fulfilled your reproductive imperative and are no longer of use, except possibly as food. Get out of the web while there is still time!
I can understand how you feel. After over a dozen years of RPG gaming one of the people in my group decided to quit. I’m feeling bad about it because I was the GM for his last game and I made what turned out to be a mistake. That might have been the straw that broke the camel’s back since there were issues growing for a while. But still, I feel guilty.
… the evil cat …
You have/know of some other kind?
Ones with opposable thumbs?
You mean nothing will change at all?
Just think, you could be spending this time with Jesus planning a way to build your own Bible-themed tourist attraction! Maybe a Job-based casino where people gamble on human misery?
A really evil cat would “help” you with the class preparation, knowing that you would then use your Professorial Powers of Persuasion to corrupt the minds of the young (and provide more catnip as a side benefit). Wait a minute… that’s what you’ve been doing for years… and no one who reads this blog has ever seen PZ Myers and the Evil Cat in the same place at the same time…
Your Friday conspiracy theory starter.
You’re welcome.
The cat will win and you are going to become the crazy cat guy. If your wife takes her time you might have dozens of cats by the time she returns. Evil cats work best when people are alone.
Always the best kind.
Hope you get a little down-time for perfecting those plans for world domination and suchlike, PZ.
Now I learn that Mary’s flight has been cancelled. She has rebooked, but she’s trapped at MSP until about 6pm.
I’ve been on flights like that. Only this time I get to sit at home & take a nap.
@Pierce R Butler –
You captured my thoughts exactly.
So home alone for a few days, eh? In my house that means eating chili on the couch in my underwear while binging sci-fi
My 25 yo self would be ashamed…chili?!
My wife and one year old son are leaving (abandoning) me for a week here soon. To “visit family”, as if that’s a good reason, and while I’ll be on call and at the hospital for the week, as if that mattters. I’m heartsick already.
blf @ #8,
“Ones with opposable thumbs?”
We have one of those! It’s called polydactyl. Our Maine Coon has seven claws on each front paw and six on each back paw.
He literally appears to have thumbs, and he uses them to hold on tightly to human hands. He’s smarter than my dog, bullies the dog and the other cats, and is totally spoiled by my husband.
You’ll wake up clean shaven.
*Ominous organ music*