No big concepts or themes today, just a walk through the garden of my mind to see what’s in bloom.

Had therapy today. My therapist was half an hour late, which pisses me off. He says our next session will be half an hour longer to compensate next time. He is having dental issues, so I will allow it, I suppose.

Somehow, an extra long session does not seem like the right compensation. I don’t know why it seems wrong. It seems perfectly logical. I got half an hour less therapy today, so with an extra long session, things will balance out. I will get the same amount of therapy over time.

I suppose part of it is just doubts as to whether I will have enough to say for the extra half hour, which is a silly way to think of it. Therapy is not standup comedy (though standup comedy can, I have been told, be therapy). I don’t have to worry that I don’t have enough material to fill the time. It is not supposed to be a performance, although sometimes, I feel like I am always on stage.

But I think the real issue is that extra time does not, in and of itself, resolve the emotions I feel when he is late and I lose therapy time. It makes me feel unimportant and neglected and brushed aside. So I guess I better bring those feelings up with him when I see him next.

Oh look… cute animal stuff!

Oh, you say you don’t want to see cute animals now? Well tell HIM that.

That’s what I thought. Next up, cat versus popcorn.

Major LOL. Kitties are so high strung, or as Hobbes prefers to say, they have “lightninglike reflexes”.

And I can only imagine what the sudden popping of a popcorn kernel is like to a cat’s finely honed, motion based senses. Must be like a flash of lightning heading straight for you!

Also, that is a neato popcorn popper. I wonder if the advantage over the usual air pop machine is that you can use oil in it to get that “popped the hard way in a pot” flavour?

If so, I am so there. Popcorn popped in oil is so good. Horribly unhealthy, but gooood.

And because I always do things in threes (plus this is way too adorable not to share) , here’s one more cute animal clip, starring a baby wolf connecting with her roots.

Awwwwwww! That is so cute it is almost painful. First she is scared and runs to her puppy bed (awww!), then does the curious dog head tilt and ear perk thing a bunch of times (awwwwwwwwww!), then finally, her instincts kick in and we are treated to itty bitty wolf howlies (AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!).

I just want to cuddle her up. I wonder what is going through her fuzzy little head when she hears those strange noises that scare her and yet call to her too.

By the end of the video, she is probably thinking “What the heck did I just do?”.

Turning to news, I won’t talk about the Presidential debate last night because I did not watch it. Apparently Obama got his ass kicked, which is ludicrous, because Romney should be the easiest target ever by now. But Obama lacks killer instinct. He is too stereotypically liberal for his (and our) good.

Not that anything will likely change those poll numbers much. But still. There ain’t no justice.

My only hope is that this is all part of some carefully constructed Obama plan to make Romney overconfident in hopes he will make even more horrible gaffes and start telling the American people what he really thinks of them.

After all, Mittens has been more cautious lately, and we can’t have that.

Also in the news, hooray for our side : professional boxing has its first openly gay boxer.

His name is Orlando Cruz (wow, an openly gay boxer named a homonym for “cruise”…) and he is a featherweight from Puerto Rico. Admittedly, nobody pays much attention to anything but the heavyweights any more (don’t know why, those smaller guys are fast) and it is hard to strut your swag with “featherweight” attached to your name, but still. We are in there.

And now that the door is open, perhaps others higher up in the weight classes will come out.

Wouldn’t it be awesome if Mike Tyson came out as gay? You would be able to actually hear all the straight guy’s sphincters slamming shut in terror.

And speaking of terrible people, check out this new way to be a douchebag : lying about needing a wheelchair at the airport in order to cut through the security lineup.

See, airports err on the side of caution (and avoiding liability) when people show up and say they need a wheelchair to get around. You ask, you get.

And people in wheelchairs, understandably,skip the normal line entirely and go to a specially trained TSA agent who having very few people to take care of in a day) can get them through quite quickly.

So it was only a matter of time before someone put those two facts together along with apparently no shame whatsoever and decided that pretending to be handicapped was a wonderful way to skip the long security line and get on the plane before everyone else.

I understand the motivation. Being a fat man, I really do not like having to stand for a long period of time. The idea of being whisked along in a wheelchair instead appeals greatly to me.

But good lord, don’t these people have any scruples at all? The stewardesses have seen this practice so often on certain routes that they have a nickname for them : they call them “miracle flights”, because so many people need a wheelchair getting onto the plane, but don’t need them getting off!

Lordy lordy, I am HEALED.

That’s it for today, folks. Tomorrow : SCIENCE!