Snows.

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Cat is unimpressed by snow.

We can has it. We can also have one mightily unimpressed cat, who will wait out this whole “snow” thing from the safety and comfort of her electric heating pad and her favorite blankie, thank you very much.

In other news — and I regret to confess that you can’t see it in the picture below — Spain the Cat has a marvelous new pink collar with skulls on it, courtesy of Psynde, who is entirely too kind.

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Last night, me and the Cap Hill Crew (Aric, Psynde, and Ellen) drove out to Lacey for a Christmas party at the home of the marvelous Mark Henry. It was, and I do not say this lightly, a ridiculous amount of fun — and I thank him and his wife most profusely for including us.

Seriously. If you ever get a chance to crash … oh hell, any given party, thrown anywhere, wherein Mark is a participant … for the love of all that’s holy, you must attend.

But on the off chance that (a). you don’t know Mark personally, or (b). you live out of party reach, then you should do the next best thing and buy his books. They are filthy, fabulous, and funny as hell … and I am now lucky enough to have an ARC of Road Trip of the Living Dead right here in my hot little hands — but I will do my best not to gloat.

Nobody — but nobody — does outrageous zombie bitches like Mark. But you mustn’t take my word for it. You must pick up Happy Hour of the Damned and see for yourself.

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Time for me to log off now. Ellen’s cookie party will be underway shortly, and I’m feeling the need to straighten up my own abode in case of cookie party run-off or visitors. Have a wonderful rest-of-the-weekend, everyone, and may you find cookies of your own to nom.

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