Wow, the self-interest in the WWE thing is so glaring.

And what, exactly, is the scene that will have audiences cracking up (slash vomiting everywhere)? "The scene," Cumming tells Radar, "involves [former Angel] Boreanaz in a bra and panties, strapped to a chair, and wrapped in Christmas lights. There is a long sequence where I torture him with the bow and there are all these blood spurts, and then you think I am going to set him on fire. It's funny—almost hilarious in parts."

I'm thinking Cumming should have invited Buffistas to his premiere.

Shit I'm not about to say: How the hell do you pap smear a carpet, and who gets syphilis through their feet?!

I did say I would be around more.

David Boreanaz, once again proving he has no problem with people ogling his body.

Bless the man.

Didn't the WWE just have a man fake his own death? Makes the Benoit thing even creepier.

In other news, the emotional rollercoaster took another turn tonight.

Max and Marie went to the vet as well because it's time for their rabies shots. They ended up seeing a different vet from the one that usually sees Teddy.

Teddy, of course, was in the room to get his fluids from the tech. So the subject went to Teddy's condition. Especially since he was down another half pound.

The vet listened, started looking at Teddy's record, and asked whether an infection might be involved. Say, from the needle when he had the IV fluids a couple weeks back. Say, an infection that was too low-grade to show up on the bloodwork on which the regular vet said to stop the antibiotic. So Teddy got a couple of antibiotic injections tonight, and tomorrow he starts back on antibiotic pills.

Don't know what's going to happen longterm. But Teddy was hungry when he got home. And he's looking perkier, though that may be wishful thinking.

Also, Max, who was on my lap until a few seconds ago, says hello.

Um, bon?

I'm such a sucker. T called at 9:30 to see if she could come over to do math. Um, that's too late AFAI'mC. I mean, no school for her and all and I do stay up for several more hours, but no. Felt so bad telling her no. Told her to come over before 8 tomorrow.

Also? Minesniffing rats? Fricking AWESOME. They can also apparently diagnose TB. I wish I could be a part of that.

Fred!

Perky Teddy is such good news! And with an appetite.

Man.

Um, bon?

I don't want to start a flame war in erinaceous's blog comments over flip-flops, but the claim that "There is SYPHILIS on the floor. Really. They've pap-smeared the airport carpet" was a bit of an eyebrow raiser.

They should have tortured DB with chickens....

Yay for perky teddy!

And you called Lee lame?

YEAH! PFFTTTT.