For me, it's this. It's the cat in the background that does it.

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And this. I love a good Kitteh WTF?

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Today I have been giggling over cats puking to techno. You're welcome.

Even in retrospect, this MeFi blue post. It made me cry, I laughed so hard when I saw it on Sunday. It broke up my Bear, too.

Much of my amusement today has come from cats. I loved the techno puking cats, msali.

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I saw Whedon's Much Ado today. Nathan Fillion & Tom Lenk as Dogberry & Verges made me laugh.

Oh my gosh, I laughed so hard at the techno puking cats that I had tears rolling down my face.

I would send that GoT link to my dad except he may not get it, but, boy, does he get pissed off when I use character names.

I'm not sure if I've actually laughed out loud today, possibly when I was half asleep in the first hour of waking after four of sleeping, but it may have been sympathetic imagined laughter at David Sedaris laughing at Marc Maron's book as he read it, or Marc Maron laughing at is own jokes after stating that he didn't laugh at all while writing it. It's odd that I'm now conditioned to find both their voices soothing. I wish David Rakoff was still alive; his voice actually was soothing.

I think I've mostly been making my underslept-wtf-is-that-who-do-you-think-you-are-eyefucking face.

I've tried to retrieve two different objects (my Kindle, a sock) that the cats had chased under pieces of furniture (the bed, the couch), and in doing so I tried to be overly clever about it (lying on the furniture and rolling over to get my arm under it) and almost fell on the ground each time. My lack of coordination is so predictable that I find it funny when I pretend it's not going to kick in.

Also, the pizza delivery guy cooed at my cats (not a euphemism).

I'm house- and dog-sitting for some friends this week. One of the three dogs, Legend, still has some puppyish ways. He likes to jump in the bed with me in the morning and roll around while I rub his tummy. This is funny because, well, here he is, lying on a KING SIZED BED

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Obligatory explanation: he's a 130-pound Shiloh Shepherd, one of two Shilohs and a German Shepherd I'm watching. Shilohs are bred as companion animals and he is the most easygoing dog I have ever known. He doesn't get worked up about anything, ever.

I apparently now need a Shiloh Shepherd, or two. Or three. Or... many. OMG what gorgeous dogs.

My mom is visiting family. We are watching her dog. Earlier today the wife was going to take him out for a walk. The front door was open. They were about to go out. Thunder boomed outside. The dog ran back into the house trying to get into the bedroom and under the bed. All you could hear was whimpering and the sound of one of those zip-line leashes going zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz click!

I've been doing a lot of cruise planning (obsessively, one might say) and I was remembering this lady on the beach in Grand Turk last summer. She had a cigarette going and she started spraying the sunscreen all up and down her arms and legs with the cigarette hanging and all I could think was, Christ, she's gonna burst into flames any moment.

Occhiblu: Shilohs are a remarkable breed, beautiful and dignified (you know, for dogs) but the breed clubs are effin bonkers. It's like the Protestant Reformation performed in real time by crazy dog ladies.

Pips: I regularly see local yokels around here at the gas pump filling their car with a cigarette dangling from their hands. I try to leave quickly but AFAIK none of them has exploded yet.