strange things happen when you're not around

I was going to write about all the horrible storm-related deaths and how, though I am sick over the disgusting things that people can do to other people, I somehow understand it, while natural disasters are something I can't even begin to make sense of. But that's no fun, is it?

Someone activated their Virgin Mobile phone (727 area code) with my email address. I'm sorry, that is just too weird. Virgin was like, "Well, maybe someone you know used your email address." And I thinking, "PS, I already told you I don't know anyone in Tampa. Hello?" Anyway, if it was one of you people, fix it. It's annoying me.

Then I got a pick-up notice for a registered parcel (I was home. Thank you for not buzzing, ass) with an untrackable number. Thank goodness it isn't really mine, but El Fano's. Still, my name is on it. Another thing annoying me.

The cat just jumped four feet in the air, straight up. I know this because all of a sudden I could see her past the four-foot high counter. Whoa.

I might meet Jon Stewart tonight. Wish me luck. This is a moment 13 years in the making, since I wrote that fan letter to Short Attention Span Theater. I'm pretty excited.

Dell Horoscope says this for tonight: Moon semisquare Uranus— 8:20 PM EST - There’s an antsy feel to this frame. Upsets rock tradition. I think any other person would read "rock" as the verb here, but as someone with a long and storied rock tradition, I'm thinking "upsets" is the verb for me, and I'm nervous. My rock tradition means good meetings with the famous. If we're upsetting that, we may have a bad time. I don't like it.

I'll let you know what happens.