So, my favorite internet cat died. I'm very sad about this, mainly because a beautiful, funny cat is gone way before his time and I'm gonna miss him so much and I feel heartbroken for his person who loved him.

I'm also sad because it's something else that's gone.

The circle of life no longer exists, or it does, but it's become the circle of crap. There was a time when you lost something - and I am moving beyond the loss of a cat here, which is obviously irreplaceable, and into more esoteric terms - and could at least feel a small comfort that something new would come along to make you feel better. Life's about changes, nothing ever stays the same. To quote a great country song from the 90s that would make me burst out crying if I listened to it right now. Anyway.

That sentiment didn't used to send me into a GIANT SPIRALING VORTEX OF PANIC like it does now. Because good things go, but what happened to the good things to take their place? Everything I love has been replaced by reality shows and FUCKING AUTO TUNE. Real talent co-opted by fake talent, by cheap, empty, easily marketable throwaways. It's the pizza flyers left on your windshield of culture. When something that's decent, that's ACTUAL ANYTHING gets out, it feels like a mistake, like it escaped someone's watch.

But this post is, really, about a cat. So thank you, Colonel Meow and "slave beast" for giving me something I could enjoy and relate to in this world. You will be missed in so many ways. The world needs more like you. There will never be another Colonel obviously, but can I dare to hope something else great, a little tulip of hope, will spring up in his place?