Home sweet spoiled kitty. On the one hand, how bad a guy can Dale be if he gives cats treats? On the other hand, he's a fucking kidnapper; I'll not succumb to Stockholm syndrome over a can of cat food. I also don't like /dev/null taking food from strangers or being fed at inappropriate times. Chances are good there's a pile of regurgitated tuna somewhere, waiting for an unsuspecting, naked foot....
I had the best intentions of doing a daily journal entry detailing things that had happened 8 years ago, however getting kidnapped turned my thoughts to the present....
I'm here to tell you, pimpin' ain't easy. In this case pimpin' is editing a podcast, and the players are my "talent," bringing daddy his fat stacks of dead presidents. Plus Audacity is my crew that sometimes I gotsta roll with when it's time to roll inititave. Wait. No, what I'm saying is that sometimes it's hard to know what to cut from a podcast...
