Ok, to further this experiment and add a little randomness, I have acquired a cat and changed its name to “gonzo.” Please do not tell the previous owner. What does this have to do with the whole WYGLMTT thing? Well, nothing really. But I wanted to write something for the one lone lunatic who is following this quest of mine. I think his name is Harold. Nah, screw that. It’s a female reader. Martha? Martha Jones (anyone get THAT reference?)

Where was I? Oh yeah, the cat. It’s kinda crazier and weirder than I am. The name change just kinda came to me the other day and the cat seems to like it okay, but you know how cats are, right? It fits into the household, though. It took a bit, but it’s adapting to my weird routines (up late trying to figure out how to get this burning question of mine into the public eye – when you gonna let me tap that?)

I should stop mixing metaphors. And stop writing too perhaps. I have the bug, though. I mean, I’m writing about changing the name of my cat. Like you guys care. You’re here for serious journalism, I bet, right? Some Anderson Cooper 360 action? (Who IS Anderson Cooper dating and why would anyone care? If you’re playing along at home with the workbook, that’s your homework. That’s right, school’s back in…)

Ok, that’s about it for now. Just basically the cat name change. I don’t think that’s illegal or even cutting edge, but it is technically now gonzo … the cat.