Well, here’s the upsetting search of the day, pulled straight from my logs:

2004.06.25 16:34:48  152.2.177.151  Search: query for 'tits'
2004.06.25 16:35:16 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'penis'
2004.06.25 16:35:59 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'heidi'
2004.06.25 16:36:19 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'heidi'
2004.06.25 16:41:41 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'heidi'
2004.06.25 16:43:42 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'heidi'
2004.06.25 16:44:11 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'heidi'
2004.06.25 16:45:42 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'lsd'
2004.06.25 16:46:00 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'lsd'
2004.06.25 16:46:02 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'acid'
2004.06.25 16:46:05 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'pot'
2004.06.25 16:46:24 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'heidi'
2004.06.25 16:46:30 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'pot'
2004.06.25 16:47:24 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'chronic'
2004.06.25 16:47:33 152.2.177.151 Search: query for 'death'

And the party that pisses me off is that the IP address reveals that it’s someone in Heidi’s office, though not Heidi.

That’s the sucky thing about technology– sometimes you find out that people you know are creepy.

I have been sleeping pretty hard the past couple nights, but as I am snoozing in the morning, I become aware that Kirk is in crazy mode. He’s been simply insane in the mornings, attacking the comforter, the pillows, our toes, anything that moves, and trash. But this morning, he was curled up next to my legs, sleeping peacefully, and when I got out of bed, I sat for a minute and played with him. I told him, “You’re such a good sleeper!” (Yes, I know I am retarded for my cats.)

About 20 minutes later, as I was getting out of the shower, Heidi began picking a fight with me, and I was completely in the dark as to what it was about or why she was picking it. “Like me better asleep, do you? Is that so I can’t poke on you, or just so I’ll shut up?” She wasn’t angry; she was playfully angry.

I managed to defend myself against this mysterious attack and dry off.

Around 11:15, a phone repair guy came so I wandered into Jess’s cube while he was in mine. She has her kitten Reggie on her screen, and she showed me some other cute pics, including one of him sleeping on Nick– paws up in the air, out like a light. She said he slept through the night last night, and I said, “So did Kirk. He was a good sleeper.” And at that moment, I realized that the attack this morning from Heidi was because she didn’t know I was addressing the kitten, and she thought I was telling her she’s such a good sleeper.

So, problem averted, but it does raise several questions about our relationship– What kind of person does she think I am that I would prefer a sleeping girlfriend to an awake one? And why does she wait to pick fights until it’s early in the morning and I am naked?

The President of the Senate– yup, your Vice President, ladies and gents– dropped the f-bomb in heated debate. Says his spokesman, “…there was a frank exchange of views.” Says Dr. Wade, “Well, when you’re the embodiment of pure evil, you have to expect some profanity. I mean, would you expect Satan to say ‘Gosh golly gee willikers’?” Way to go, Dick.