this word, undecided, is now synonymous with stupid, for me. even the idea of not being able to decide something, even momentarily, has now taken on an inherent connotation of stupidity. from now on, if you can’t make a decision on anything, I will consider you an idiot.

“Hey, do you want to go get pizza?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m stupid. I kinda want sushi…”
“I could go for sushi. You want to go to Musashi’s or Hiroshi’s?”
“Meh, I’m stupid. You decide.”

they need to stop interviewing these pathetic brain donors on national television who, 19 days from a gigantic election, still can’t seem to find a SINGLE REASON to choose one candidate over another. they are either too stupid to be allowed to vote, or too hungry for attention to be allowed to have their vote count.

you can’t drive til you’re 16. you shouldn’t be able to vote until you have at least a semblance of a grasp of what is going on in the country and how you feel about it. bottom line: if you have no opinion, then why should you be able to vote? if it’s just a coin flip in your addled mind, then why should your vote count?

sure, there must be some people out there who have some odd confluence of positions on issues that actually split them between Obama and McCain. I’m sure there are some pro-lifers that support universal health care, while wanting to lower middle class taxes and deregulate the banking industry, but they have to be few and far between. mostly, you hear these “undecided” voters say things like, “Well I like Obama’s big words, but sometimes I worry about him spending a lot of our money. And I like that McCain was a POW, but sometimes he looks angry.”

are you frickin’ KIDDING ME? how about the ISSUES?!?!

at least my guy is gonna win, so my anger is tempered a little bit. now that Obama is probably gonna get Virginia, it’s pretty much done. McCain can get Ohio AND Florida, and he will still lose. you only need 270 electoral votes, kids. and Obama is already projected to get more than that. unless there is a HUGE game-changing event for McCain (and this debate was NOT it) it’s pretty much done.

sorry undecideds. your stupidity is not going to change this thing.

I haven’t been posting much recently, but there is more to come soon. and hopefully some exciting news! I promise!

would this face lie to you? ;o)

This is Henry (star of the hit film Henri, which you may have seen), a nice cat who belongs to my mom. He is the latest feline to prove my well-known axiom: Cats love boxes. (click the picture to embiggen.)

in case you missed it, here is a link to the CNN Headline News News to Me site, which has the video they did for Henri under “Web Hits”.

and the video they made for my haiku!

so much fun. and if you haven’t been to my new site, please do check it out!

oh, and I got an iPhone, so expect me to start posting a lot more, now that I can do it from anywhere! sweet!

next up, possibly a book with the cat haiku and other cat poetry, complete with illustrations? I’ll keep you posted…

and thanks again to everyone who has sent me e-mails professing their love for Henri! perhaps a sequel should be in the works…

maybe with Riley (the orange guy to the right), my dad and stepmom’s cat? he’s quite old but so young at heart!

-Will

so this weekend, I am going to be on CNN’s Headline News show, News to Me! it plays at 7:30pm, 9:30pm and 12:30pm both saturday and sunday!

also I have a new snazzy site. I won’t be giving up blogging here or anything, but it means I will be actually using this for, you know, blogging…not simply as a host for my films, writing, etc., which will all be on my site.

check it out, I have some great stuff there, including all of the best cat haikus!!

www.willbraden.com

So I made a funny video for the new Lil Wayne song (all you cat haiku enthusiasts are undoubtedly huge fans of his) using old clips from the Smurfs, for tastybooze.com, and we’re trying to get it out to as many people as possible. So if you like the Smurfs and silly parody videos, check it out below!

Smurfs Got Money

so here are all of my favorite cat haikus that I’ve written, all on one post. so convenient! I’ve deleted all the dozen or so older posts, I’m trying to clean up the blog a little bit. and I have a new website on the way that I will let you know about.

so now that all the haikus are together, wouldn’t it be oh so easy to send this post to all of your friends? wouldn’t it just be the easiest thing ever? mm-hmm? :o )

feet under covers
are my mortal enemies
your toes are my foes

I love to eat grass
though it makes me sick each time
like you and vodka

there is an idiom
something is “the cat’s meow”
it means it’s awesome

oh, I scratched the couch
does that upset you? you mad?
you had me neutered

love is a strange thing
does love sleep in your laundry?
yes, I think it does

yes, I have nine lives
and I’m spending one with you
thank me with tuna

when you pet me wrong
backwards, so my fur sticks up
I kinda hate you

Princess Tinkerbell?
you let that dumb kid name me?
first off, I’m a dude

from high on my perch
I rule over all below
also, I’m stuck

the dad’s beard trimmer
a wild look in the kid’s eyes
this will end badly

my whiskers guide me
tiny sensors in the dark
also, chicks dig them

I am a living God
the Egyptians worshipped me
scratch my ears, peasant!

let me get this straight
you sleep just 8 hours a day?
how do you function?

when I sneeze, it’s cute
when I barf up grass, you’re mad
make up your damn mind

you shower each day
yet your tongue works perfectly
I just don’t get you

I caught you a mouse!
it’s in the kitchen. enjoy!
what is that look for?

I lounge in the sun
savoring the morning scents
have fun at your job

so that was not good?
the whole scratching the couch thing?
sorry, that’s my bad

when you think I smile
because my cheeks tighten up
it’s just your bad breath

I nuzzle your leg
as if to say, I love you
and to wipe my nose

when I’m wet, post-bath
you laugh at my appearance
I extend my claws

please no baby talk
simple English will suffice
have some dignity

on sunny mornings
one wants to just stay in bed
so that’s what I do

she buys name brand shoes
but I get Costco cat food?
priorities, dear

cat food can opens!
wait, what is that? pineapple?
you heartless bastard

I’m writing a book
“humans: good for laps and food”
you’re chapter 14

when I watch you work
I’m not curious or coy
I am judging you

bringer of great things
daily grinding fount of joy
the can opener

that is my turkey
just drop some off of your plate
you know you want to

they forgot my food
time to poop in the bedroom
I see no other way

I know you love me
but I have to draw the line
no more kitty vests

the toy does not move
yet I know it wants to play
I’ll give it a tap

the T.V. turns on
then a lap is created
I don’t question it

don’t talk down to me
I mean, sure I want the snack
but must you scorn me?

savory beef feast?
ocean whitefish in gravy?
dude, I lick my butt

oh boy, a car ride!
and they’re all being so nice!
what does “neutered” mean?

a sunday, a bath
a struggle, a great escape
band-aids, victory

whoa, that’s close enough
I do not want any pills
I will cut you, bitch

I’m sorry you’re sick
I will cuddle on your lap
(more for me than you)

I pee on what’s mine
what do you do, write your name?
yeah, that’s gonna work

I must get out now
oh my god, now I’m outside
I have to get in!

when I eat catnip
I am a wild, crazy cat
the detox is rough

oriental rugs
a basket of clean laundry
places to be sick

ooh, a ball of string
am I supposed to go wild?
give me a break, man

I may seem content
but while I snuggle and purr
I plot your demise

I can walk through walls!
I’ve shed corporeal self!
oh, a new cat door

kitchen at midnight
perfect for my loud yowling
it’s the acoustics

it’s TV lap time
but you’re doing pilates
get with the program!

when you go jogging
I roll my little cat eyes
I like you fatter

on the stair climber
you don’t get any higher
I watch from the shelf

each car ride we take
I end up at the damn vet
I’m on to you, man

oh, how it taunts me
delicious, orange, gliding
swimming goldfish snack

so you’re the new cat
alright listen, first things first
the red dish is mine

yoga is a waste
pilates won’t help either
I’m still stretchier

with all the attention being paid in the media to the Obamas fist bumping, I feel compelled to point out that I saw this coming. I wrote a post for tastybooze.com last month detailing a set of rules for acceptable fist bumping, which you can find here.

I’ve already been interviewed for articles by the New York Post and the Boston Globe. cool stuff!

make sure you follow the rules!!

I am a living God
the Egyptians worshipped me
scratch my ears, peasant!

Henri made it to cuteoverload.com!!

here is the permalink.

if you still haven’t seen Henri’s ennui, now is your chance!

and if you’ve found your way here from cuteoverload, welcome and read some Cat haikus!

-Will

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