All Four Pretending to be Good.
Cyveillance Ad Nauseum
First up. I admit, I’m going a bit nuts out here in the Land of Enchantment. I’m not a terrorist. I’m not a spy. I don’t give a fuck about Big Business, and still Cyveillance keeps coming after me. Please, Cyveillance, leave me alone. And I’ll leave you alone. (More about this further down.)
So okay okay, I’ve complained bitterly about my rotten animals, right? And I’ve taken pictures to preserve the “evidence” against them should I ever need to go to court. Haha. Like that’ll ever happen.
But I’ve now totally given up. No more pictures. Just bitter ruminations. 
I got up this morning and discovered that one of the cats – which one? Come on, cats, give it up. Which one of you was it? – had dumped the Rubbermaid cat food container all over the kitchen floor.
Why?
Why?
Might as well ask why the sun shines. Who the hell knows?
But…
On top of the cat thing, my cable is out. Completely. Kaput. And tomorrow is 24. I am addicted to that show.
Good news:
Last night I saw Enter the Haggis. Check them out. They are my daughter’s favorite band. They are awesome. They were at the South Broadway Cultural Center in Albuquerque, the last date of their New Mexico tour. They are a Celtic/Rock/Fusion band from Toronto. And they have the best song ever. Told my daughter last night that she’s in charge of seeing that it’s sung at my funeral when I die: One Last Drink.
Awesome song. Awesome sentiment behind it.
Okay. So I’m in a not bad mood. Except…
Well, there’s always something, isn’t there?
Yeah? Yeah.
See I have this other website: mfcooke.com. Nothing on it. I haven’t maintained it or anything. Nothing absolutely nothing of consequence.
Guess who’s been on it?
Yup, you guessed it. First off: J’s whacked-out attorney. And second: Cyveillance. Really, please, please check them out. See what they do. And then tell me what in the hell they want with me.