Do you remember those old cereal commercials?

The ones that were like, “you’d have to eat (#) bowls of a certain brand to match the (whatevs) in one bowl of Total?

Let me describe my morning:

My cat woke me up around 7:30 am. I grabbed my coffee and my “Pipe Full Of Fun Kit # 7”, and headed outdoors to meet the day. Thanks to citronella coils, I had zero interruptions.

Does everyone remember “Pipe Full Of Fun Kit # 7” or do I need to post a video for the uncool folks in the shallow end? Fine.

That’s the best video I could find without getting a META company involved.

Once finished, I went inside and rerouted my guitar and mic straight through the amp, bypassing my tech and pedals. I put a chorus setting at about 25% (silly, cheap Fender gimmick).

I plugged in that purple Les Paul and beat the living crap out of it for an hour straight. A sang a few notes I normally struggle with, and my solos are getting better. Also, my hand slides along the neck and fret board so much easier when I’m sweaty. My advice to my fellow late to the show musicians? Let go; Luke Skywalker style. Feel the force. Let it guide you.

I poured sweat and felt like a few more dollars than I thought I had in my pocket. See? Even my quirky sayings are reasonable.

My entire body was buzzing, and I’m ready for me and Miss Charlie Rose to play a bit this weekend. Also, my new neighbors have yet to submit a guitar complaint. How do I know where the boundaries are unless I push them?

I’ll be playing “Can’t Steal My Fire” live for the first time this weekend. This’ll probably be the last I’m allowed to play at this venue. Don’t Jesus my open mic. There’s a million churches right down the road for that. Amen.

Anyway, this was a roundabout way of saying I rewarded myself with a second bowl. Hope you enjoyed the ride.

Now, let’s talk “Obsession” – the second viewing.

Spoilers. Do not scroll down if you haven’t seen this film.

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I’m super serious. Do not do this to yourself.

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The queen and I hashed this out last night. She’s a cat. Hear me out.

The cat OD’d on grandma’s pills and died. I wish I knew more about grandma’s death, but I digress.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole new age shop was inhabited by cats playing tricks on humans. Seriously; watch it from that point of view.

Everyone who works in that shop, as well as the help desk guy, flows like a cat. Their vocal cadence and their body movements and their nonchalant attitudes. Even the One Wish Willow says it’s made by Tabi Cat Collectables and there’s cats all over the box.

• She watches him sleep
• She hides behind the flowers
• She lashes out when he tries to get out of bed
• She was howling in the dark for no reason
• She left him food surprises
• She gave him a tiger’s eye
• She stayed in one place until he got home, and peed, pooped, and yacked in the same spot. She says, “I ate a bug.”
• She actually wants to stand and wait outside the bathroom door
• She gets the unmistakable “zoomies”
• She paws at the door whenever they’re not in the same room
• She wedged herself between the boyfriend and the girl who clearly liked him
• She also turned the dead cat into a shrine, and fed it to him

The chick’s a cat. The end.

I love this film.

I really hope you didn’t scroll before watching it.

It’s an experience.