Katze mit Wut

The other night I got bored with both coding and the default icons of Evidence, so I fired up the GIMP, and, o shudder!, created.

Today's web-comic is Snaildust, for this comic alone. Gotta respect your non-sequitur (but you can't ignore my techno). Speaking of either, Tamara (wife of enlightened web-master benr) has a cat-case, and lisp-man Paul Graham has this pearl of wisdom to offer:

Kris is preoccupied with fuku. So is Kid Radd. The Italians meanwhile are more oldsk00l. The fact-index has a list of fictional cats. The Undertones have a new record out -- I guess after Steely Dan showed how to make a comeback after 2o years, now everyone can do it, even though technically, the 'tones aren't old farts like Steely Walt and Dan, or like Moishe and Irving from 2 Live Jews claim to be. This time however, they don't tell us about the relative merits of twix and mars bars, or how 999 is a waste of time -- but I guess you can only expect so much now that they've lost Feargal Sharkey. Shame, as well.
H & K have gun lego, but so do Fabrique Nationale, makers of the P90. I have a feeling Robin Wiliams' character in Toys would not have approved. He'd probably have scared 'em off using French keyboards. Speaking of which, Toys always makes me think of 3615 code Père Noël for some obscure reason, even if the latter really is the terrible Home alone done right.
Lastly, we have the obligatory CatContent, of course.

Sister I'm a poet. And a weblogger! Fear my l337 emoticats! Hear me roar!