Worst roommate food issue I ever had was one slob of a roomie who insisted on "experimenting" with comfort foods.

Which led to her making creamed chipped tuna on toast. Which led to her leaving the vile concoction sitting in the pan in which she'd cooked it, with the spatula sitting in it, for days.

And it was my pan and spatula.

I finally scraped it out into a plastic bowl, holding my nose against the stench, and left the bowl sitting in the middle of her bed.

Of course she was offended.

"You could have just asked me to clean it up!"

"A) I did. and B) no, I really shouldn't have had to ask you."

And my mother always wondered why I was desperate to live alone.

My cat is currently curled up in a cardboard box, which makes me think maybe he would enjoy a cat bed

My cats sleep on the floor a lot, and I felt like a bad kitty-caretaker for not getting them their own bed. So I bought a nice soft fluffy round bed with snuggly sides, and they sniffed it and ignored it. Percy showed more interest in sitting in the new cat pan I bought and haven't put into place yet. I'm like, really? A plastic bin over a fluffy bed? WTF, cat?

Random link - Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Generators: [link]

For example, hitting refresh gives me:

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Night of the Living Dead and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. The story should use unplanned pregnancies as a plot device!

If he likes the box, just keep it for a bed. Better then spending the money.

I agree. My cats will typically get infatuated with a particular box for a while (maybe a couple of weeks or a month, my sense of the passage of time is embarrassingly vague) and sleep in it all the time and then, poof, it is no longer of interest and I can recycle it. Which is fine for cardboard boxes. Sadly, they do the same thing with comparatively expensive cat furniture that I have occasionally splurged on. The poor window shelf above the printer has been completely abandoned for months.

Mostly I do figure the cat has plenty of places to curl up and sleep...

As a dedicated cat pamperer, I've put soft blankets folded up in front of my cat's favorite birdwatching spots. With one he sits next to it. The other one got knocked to the floor. He'd rather sit on the hard wood.

There should be a band called "Cat Pamperers".

So, it seems I'm old, because I wear a watch and prefer email to texting. [link]

prefer email to texting.

Well, especially in a work context, which seems to be the focus of that article.

I did love this:

And sometimes the generations can synchronize wonderfully. A comment on a recent blog post on Ms. Satran’s book applauded the disappearance of voice mail: “At almost 48, I am definitely old, and all I can say about that whole voice mail thing is, ‘Thank GOD — finally freed from this hateful tyranny.’ Well done, young people. Well done.”

The syrup I buy at TJs says refrigerate after opening, so I do. If I ever have room in my freezer I will try it there instead, since I don't go through it very fast.

In case anyone is wondering, I bought chocolate milk to mix with the espresso vodka and lemonade and sprite to go with the sweet tea vodka.