As of yesterday, we are pet-less...the inimitable Mrs. Reagan has gone on to Valhalla, after a couple years of living with diabetes and then a final expensive (!!!) week of treatment for something or other (heart disease or cancer) that ended when she passed away under a shot of anaesthesia. Still, she had a good run. We took pictures because we thought we might have to put her down yesterday, it turns out she did the job for us! Great cat, possibly part Maine Coon (she was pushing 18 lbs and had a friendly dog-like disposition).

With our 1 year old, who could probably take a bit of credit for stress on the poor animal's heart:


Here she is getting suited up for her voyage to the Halls of Asgard, driven on by the Valkyries, there to reunite with her forbears again in Valhalla, toasting her fellow slain with great mazers of Mjød, awaiting Ragnarök:


In Memory:

Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother,and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
Back to the beginning!
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them,
In the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live
Forever!

Nathan Watts has earned another fan. I love the very slight bit of warm, fuzzy grit to his tone...not the hi-fi, ultra-modern tones most R&B bassists nowadays go for. But it's that pulsing, incendiary line he grooves on that propels this tune to the point that a 10min running length doesn't feel quite sufficient:

Stevie Wonder - Do I Do

Should be more palatable to those for whom Bootsy presents massive, catastrophic phunk-overload. Get down wit' yo funky selves.

EDIT: BONUS!

"I have never courted popularity."