Our lovely cat, Sam Mathew, passed away this morning. He was the best cat in the world (sorry Sarah), and my sister's boon companion/better half. Brave and strong, with a badass streak (he never met a litterbox that he liked), Sam also had a flair for aesthetics, was possibly gay, and I think, looked a bit like Rimbaud. We'll love you forever.

(JB sucking with a beard at a piano)


For the second time in my life, someone has written a song for me. Instead of pathetic loser singing about me walking through a meadow (hello, had he ever met me before?), this song was written by superfriend extraordinaire, Ms. E. I. Written not in love (but where did that get me?) but in hate, I think. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever read.

(To be sung to the tune of "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt)

You're e-evil

You're e-evil

You're e-evil, it's true

I saw your face

In a pentagram

And I don't know what to do

To escape your black voodoo.

To sign a petition about the banal suckwattage of James Blunt: http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/JBSUCKS

Viva l'Italia!

Sports reporter extraordinaire's predictions for the World Cup final:


On merit/In reality: Germany and France
The two best teams. Will be a great match.


For emotional value: Italy and France
Italy hasn't won since 1982, but this will be Zidane's last game in professional soccer.


For relative hotness of players: Italy and Portugal
love love love. Oh, they're great soccer players too.




Franceso Totti (l) and Ricardo (r)