Flying Monkey Minions

(This is an early mug shot)

I started this blog to keep track of my astrolabe research, so of course my first post will have nothing to do with that.

Dirty Rotten kitty is a member of the family and travels with us wherever we go- mostly because the FBI wants him under close supervision at all times. He's sold the Grand Canyon to BFI for waste disposal, harassed the sprites at Taliesin West, hijacked the USS Salem, incited a counter-revolution at Fanuiel Hall, upgraded the descriptions in the Museum of Natural History, put up an exit sign over the back door of the Alamo.... You get the picture.

I was ignoring work at thinkgeek.com before Christmas and found the screaming monkey slingshots. I *knew* I had to give one of these things to someone I loved. But if I gave one to Kenna, Caitlin would pout and if I gave one to Caitlin, Kenna would liberate it. So I bought 2 to keep the violence to a minimum on Christmas morning.

Unfortunately, I got the monkeys smuggled into the house on Christmas Eve, planning on hanging them from the angel on top of the tree, but the monkeys had other ideas. Once they found out they were entering the lair of Dirty Rotten Kitty, they immediately swore fealty to him. You know how flying monkeys are- once they swear fealty, that's it. So I found an old sweat sock, stuffed the monkeys into it, hung it with the other stockings and waited for Christmas morning.

Dirty Rotten Kitty was thrilled with his new flying monkey minions. It was what he'd always wanted, next to explosives and fissile material, of course. The monkeys are all excited- every time I sat down on Christmas Day, they mysteriously launched themselves toward me, screaming merrily. Now they all live together in the Cat Cave under the monkey reading lamp on Kenna's side of the bed, plotting world domination, forging $1 lottery scratch off tickets and singing along with Mike Oldfield CDs.