It's raining. I'm going back to bed. No, really, I mean it. Rain time = sleep time. It's the law, at least in Northeast Michigan.

Gulp, another goldfish on the verge of being an ex-goldfish. Details at eleven.



Fetish Doll the goldfish is no more. She isn't pining for the fjords. She isn't catching a bit of kip. She isn't resting her eyes. She is a dead parrot, err, I mean goldfish.

I went to the pet store and replaced her with two feeder goldfish @ 25 cents each. At least I won't feel so bad when I kill these two.

I tried Act II Kettle Corn Microwave Popcorn tonight. It had to be about the best popcorn I have ever tasted, and I have tasted a lot of popcorn. It is salted and lightly sweetened, with no butter. Sweetened, but not like carmel corn. I went through the entire bag and could have eaten another one. I give it two thumbs and ten toes up! Did this sound like a testimonial? Do you think I can become the Act II equivalent of the Dell "You're getting A Dell dude" Dude? Duuuuude, you're getting some Act II Kettlecorn.