As I'm struggling through "Atlas Shrugged", I figured I'd Google Ms. Ayn Rand. I came across this letter from 1941:

You say, what can one man do? When the Communists came to power in Russia, they were a handful of eighteen men. Just eighteen. In a country of [170,000,000] population. They were laughed at and no one took them seriously. According to their own prophet, Karl Marx, Russia was the last country in which Communism could be historically possible, because of Russia's backwardness in industrial development. Yet they succeeded. Because they knew what they wanted and went after it historical destiny or no historical destiny. Adolf Hitler started the Nazi Party in Germany with seven men. He was laughed at and considered a harmless crank. People said that after the Versailles Treaty Germany could not possibly become a world power again, not for centuries. Yet Hitler succeeded. Because he knew what he wanted and went after it history or no history. Shall we believe in mystical fates or do something about the future?

Ayn Rand was an important person. You rarely see such conviction in conservative philosophers. What I hear in this paragraph is that, goodness gracious, if Hitler can do it, why can't I? I will take over the world, and I'll become one rich motherfucker doing it. And there's nothing anyone can do about it.

Dramarama say:

Okay, what is it tonight? Please just tell me what the hell is wrong! Do you wanna eat? Do you wanna sleep? Do you wanna drown? Just settle down, settle down, settle down! I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills give you anything you want-- hundred-dollar bills I'll even let you watch the shows you wanna see just marry me marry me marry me! I'm so sick of you tonight You never stay awake when I get home Is something wrong with me? Is something wrong with you? I really wish I knew wish I knew wish I knew! I'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills I'll give you anything you want-- hundred-dollar bills I'll even let you watch the shows you wanna see Because you marry me marry me marry me! Marry me marry me marry me! I was young, I learned a game And love and happiness were the same Now I'm older and I don't lpay-- I found out the hardest way. I got wasted she got mad Called me names and she called her dad He got crazy and I did too Wondered what I did to you. I gave you candy, gave you diamonds, gave you pills Gave you anything you want-- Hundred-dollar bills! I even let you hear the songs I want to sing I'll give you anything anything anything I'll give you anything anything anything I'll give you anything anything anything Anything Anything Anything

I got a frantic email from my mom a few days ago. Apparently, the cat had caught a chipmunk, and offered it to her as a small token of his gratitude for the 9 years of expensive food and even more expensive veterinarian visits.

What follows is the heart-rending photo-essay of this ill-starred relationship, that of cat and chipmunk.

Jones hunts his prey

Prey hides behind door

Prey sleeps with the dust-bunnies

Note to chipmunks who may be reading this: Cats can apparently see through doors. Anybody who has a cat experiences this phenomenon whenever they get a good book and go to the bathroom: as soon as your legs fall asleep, the cat will begin thrashing the door in order to join you.