I've painted my first pumpkin of the year, as pictured at right (click on it to see a bigger version). Yes, friends, it is an M&M pumpkin. I think it came out rather well, considering I did it all freehand, based on a little picture. He's going to get a wizard style hat, once I make it. He needs a costume, too, after all.

Tango the Wonder Kitty assisted me during the painting of the pumpkin by knocking off the paints, the brush, the Sharpie I used to outline, etc. He also stood in front of the pumpkin, which was immensely helpful. Butler, one of my other kitties, simply laid on everything. He just wanted to be sure I didn't lose anything. I'm surprised I was able to actually finish the pumpkin.

The cats have been extremely helpful with the whole decorating process. The boxes of stuff in the living room seem to magically change positions, and the contents get dispersed throughout the day and night. We frequently hear random thumps and crinkles coming from the living room, and cats come running out like they've been set on fire. I never smell any burning hair, so I'm pretty sure that isn't the case.

In music news, I'm presently watching Insomniac Music Theater on VH1. I've been doing that for the last few nights, because I haven't been sleeping well. So I've seen, over several hours of watching, about five music videos, each of them several times. I'm fairly certain, years from now, I will have violent video flashbacks wherein I will be going about my daily activities, and all of the sudden, I'll start seeing Beyonce and Sean Paul's "Baby Boy" or The Darkness' "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" on super speed repeating loop and I will be reduced to a blubbering heap, right there in the middle of my daily activities. Whatever they will be. I hope it won't be operating heavy machinery.

My only hope is there will be others like me, and as a result, there will be a home for video-induced mental mushiness victims. There will be various branches of the home... one for VH1/MTV victims, another for CMT/GAC (country music videos) victims, a special branch for victims of both VH1/MTV and CMT/GAC, and so on. It will have satellite TV, but all music video channels will be categorically banned. CNN and public television will be shown primarily, with a little Discovery, TLC (where Trading Spaces will be in its 30th season, and Paige Davis will still look 25 years old and be perky as ever), etc., thrown in. But no music videos.

Maybe I'll start the home myself, and live there for free. "I'm not just the owner, I'm also a client." It's good to have a plan for when I grow older.

I should probably start sleeping more. It's scary the things I think up when I don't. Before you know it, I'll start watching infomercials. I could even start buying the products in the infomercials. And then I'd have to shoot myself. So sleep would definitely be a good idea. Right now I seriously want a Magic Rattle Poo, which I just saw in a commercial. It's for babies. I don't particularly care for Winnie the Poo. I'm more of an Eeyore fan.

So, sleep is needed. But oooh... "Spaceballs" is on. I love that movie. Dark Helmet, Pizza the Hut, a space Winnebago... great stuff. "Use the schwartz!" "Funny, she doesn't look Druish." Spaceballs the Toilet Paper. Pure genius.

Yeah, so, sleep. Know where I can get some? Which isn't illegal drug induced? If you do, let me know. In the meantime, I'm going to watch Spaceballs and spout random other phrases from the movie to no one in particular. Take care, friends, and remember: may the schwartz be with you.