Have I mentioned lately that Simon is rocking my tiny world? Today, which could have spelled disaster in any number of dialects he comes along innocently requesting that I download some tv show Meerkat Manor because he's almost out of bandwidth.

Look at those little fuckers. Adorable, violent, kinda scruffy. Bum-humping each other into submission.

Kind of reminds me of well, me, when I was younger and didn't on average spend 40% of every day knee-deep in boring or depressed.

The meerkat is the animal of fall 2007. I think, unless it's the Jaguar shark, hard call.

Woah, and I thought I was getting a little serious about the beasts. This is from the NyTimes, an obit column for "Flower" a meerkat who recently died on this show:

There are no simple, intuitive turns on the long road out of bereavement. We know this from Elisabeth Kübler-Ross. We know this from Joan Didion. We know this from the fans of “Meerkat Manor,” for whom the past 10 days have made up a 240-hour period of magical thinking.

Didion, really?