Bitch Kitty Racing

I have been dealing with an organic virus for the last five days, mostly trying to drown it with tequila and Thera-Flu, but also by actually resting and taking it easy. The next episode of Bitch Kitty TV will be up before you know it, so please stay tuned.

On an interesting note, a high fever and too much cold medicine has given me a taste for 1980’s pop-metal! Right now I am rocking the hell out to Van Halen, Def Leppard, and Motley Crue (no, I’m not putting the umlaut in). Drugs and a boiled brain. The 80s finally explained. If you’d like, you can see what I’m listening to in a neat little feature from Last.FM (God, but they should pay us!) which is on the authors’ page.

Because I’m high, a note on pluralization: 80s does not contain an apostrophe. Though common, apostrophe pluralization is wrong. Because this is English, I can’t say always, but I’m more than certain that this is the case. When in doubt, spell out the word, e.g. eighties. No apostrophe. Same for MP3s, DVDs, and bananas.

Though it’s thirty-six degrees outside at Bitch Kitty Seattle, Spring is bursting. Bared shoulders are already making their first appearances, it’s light out well past six, and you can actually smell the pheromones in the air. Seriously, it just reeks of sex everywhere I go, people flirting, smiling, coyly lowering their eyes. It’s hot. Because I’m listening to Cheap Trick, who were actually New Wave, I have to spell “hot” thusly: HOTT.

Okay, I’m going to soak my brain in cold water and continue working on the next episode, “Casual Sex.”

Wish me health.