i'd really like to meet someone who wants to go surfing with me. lately i don't like going by myself! call me crazy, but if something out there wants to get a piece of me (again) i'd rather be with someone i've met before.
I once made a film about Cathy as a cartoon character with a bald head who escapes from imprisonment in a really tall tower. Cathy played the animated Cathy and the real Cathy. I like the real Cathy better.
Cathy is one of my son's biggest fans.
Little Jotz thinks that she is the
shiznit. She also digs my two weird
cats, which is more than most people can
say about them. Please pester her to
get in the pool & swim, d*mnit!
dear cathy,
i am glad we have finally met. you were as
much a delight in real life as you have been
on the electronic computing box. hopefully
our paths will cross again.
Cathy is one of the most excellent
lunch companions a person could have.
She has enough energy to power at least
a medium-sized city, and her super
power is the ability to turn mundane
experiences into adventures.
My last testimonial was written
drunkenly and made an unkind
reference to someone else so I'm
rewriting it. I think I'll reiterate the
thing where I said Cathy was the
flower of the Howard Dean state. I
liked that, although Cathy is a lot
stronger than most flowers and is
probably way way stronger than
Governor Dean. In fact, I think she
could take on Dean, Lieberman and
John Kerry with one arm tied behind
her back. Also, Cathy LOVES gluten,
so be sure to send her lots of it via
FedEx.
Everyday that i get a message from
cathy, i thank my lucky stars that my
good friend takeru kobayashi introduced
her to me. A lover of quality produce,
swimming, cellos and black walnuts,
cathy is as great as a beacon to a sea
captain that has become lost on the sea.
cathy cathy cathy...what can i say? i
mean, other than 'cathy cathy cathy',
because i said that already. maybe i
should say something else, something
like, 'hey, i finally got a phone, so
we can hang out more often!' butif i
said that, it would be lying. and
lying is bad. i don't think cathy
likes that. hell, i don't like that.
but this isn't about me. this is about
cathy. cathy cathy cathy...
cathy is the best owner a dog could
have without being a Kennedy although i
suspect she has some Hyannisport blood
beating through her heart. she lets me
run free on the canal path, brings me
to the beach and the lake and camping
and in the snow and rain too. she
slips me some cheese and eggs and
sometimes even hides something yummy
around the house. i only wish she'd
let me eat more goose poo. once she
even slept in her car with me instead
of in her sleeping bag. i love her.
you would too.
is a super hero. It's true. But it
isn't her tights, boots, and make up
that make her a super hero.
It's her super powers.
And her super powers aren't limited to
flying and seeing through brick walls
and smashing evil. (She can do all of
that without breaking a sweat).
Her real power is her ability to become
bright red when her dog urinates on my
parents christmas tree.
Little Jotz thinks that she is the
shiznit. She also digs my two weird
cats, which is more than most people can
say about them. Please pester her to
get in the pool & swim, d*mnit!
i am glad we have finally met. you were as
much a delight in real life as you have been
on the electronic computing box. hopefully
our paths will cross again.
lunch companions a person could have.
She has enough energy to power at least
a medium-sized city, and her super
power is the ability to turn mundane
experiences into adventures.
swimmer, thats probably cause she's
also an orange gummed shark.
drunkenly and made an unkind
reference to someone else so I'm
rewriting it. I think I'll reiterate the
thing where I said Cathy was the
flower of the Howard Dean state. I
liked that, although Cathy is a lot
stronger than most flowers and is
probably way way stronger than
Governor Dean. In fact, I think she
could take on Dean, Lieberman and
John Kerry with one arm tied behind
her back. Also, Cathy LOVES gluten,
so be sure to send her lots of it via
FedEx.
cathy, i thank my lucky stars that my
good friend takeru kobayashi introduced
her to me. A lover of quality produce,
swimming, cellos and black walnuts,
cathy is as great as a beacon to a sea
captain that has become lost on the sea.
mean, other than 'cathy cathy cathy',
because i said that already. maybe i
should say something else, something
like, 'hey, i finally got a phone, so
we can hang out more often!' butif i
said that, it would be lying. and
lying is bad. i don't think cathy
likes that. hell, i don't like that.
but this isn't about me. this is about
cathy. cathy cathy cathy...
have without being a Kennedy although i
suspect she has some Hyannisport blood
beating through her heart. she lets me
run free on the canal path, brings me
to the beach and the lake and camping
and in the snow and rain too. she
slips me some cheese and eggs and
sometimes even hides something yummy
around the house. i only wish she'd
let me eat more goose poo. once she
even slept in her car with me instead
of in her sleeping bag. i love her.
you would too.