These cats belong to my parents. The Siamese is huge at 16 pounds and is the quietest Siamese cat I’ve ever seen.

Too few people for a quorum showed up at the HOA meeting.  So practically nothing got done.  I did learn that there are some people up the street who are annoyed at the free Orbit shuttle bus service that the city’s been running since mid-Jan, and they’re trying to shut it down.  I don’t get that.  You can get on the bus, go downtown, not worry about the exorbitant parking costs, and your property taxes have already paid for it.  Then again, there’s nothing so useful that some vocal people with nothing better to do won’t oppose it.

The HOA also said that people were going to have to register their pets.  Mostly because there have been a lot of complaints about people not cleaning up after their dogs, and dogs running around without leashes.

After the meeting was adjourned, I got a call from Zach.  “I don’t know that it’s on for tonight, because the place is so packed there’s no table where all of us can sit,” he said.  Usually one of us gets there early and stakes out a table before the rush.  Not this time.  How annoying.  Next week, if nobody else can get there early, I’ll go.

If you haven’t read Flapjack Canyon, why not?  OK, it may not be to everyone’s taste, but it’s one of the most inventively weird webcomics I’ve seen in the last few months.

This rather silly game gave me an idea for something I’d like to try.  Further details when I have something more than a scribbled half-coherent mess of concepts that may not work properly.