Oh, glorious day! My lolcat fridge magnets from I Can Has Cheezburger? have arrived! They look snappy on the fridge next to the Snakes And Ladders.

Here are all the little magnets you get.

And here are four quick lolcats I made when the package arrived.

I foresee many dozens of happy hours in the kitchen coming up.

Ceiling Cat sez…

So liek teh Ceiling Cat lieks teh ppl lots and he sez ‘Oh hai I givez u me only kitteh and ifs u beleevs in him u wont evr diez no moar, k?’

I just sent this email to Kevin Rudd. I anticpate a reply within minutes.

Dear Mr. Rudd,

Campaign slogans are a necessary part of a campaign. Who could forget Gough’s “It’s Time”? Well, possibly Gough himself. He is getting on a bit, I ’spose. Mark Latham sank his campaign with his inane chanting of “ease the squeeze” and the “ladder of opportunity”, and I fear you will suffer the same fate if you continue to harp on about “throwing the fair go out the back door”, and continue with those ludicrous hand gestures. They make you look like a retard from the land of Mong.

But don’t take this as criticism.

I like you, Rudd.

You may not know this, but I am one of the Internets foremost political bloggers. Dozens of people have read my posts. Some people have even posted comments, and not all of them were negative. I calculate this puts me in the top 86% of political bloggers. Dare you ignore me?

Here is my idea for a campaign slogan:

Rudd is my bud.

Yep, that’s it, and it guarantees you an almost certain victory, as my extensive polling of my cat indicates that he’s 200% more likely to vote for a candidate with an awesome slogan like that. He isn’t registered, but he can be if you need the extra vote. His name is Eddie and he is an ALP cat, all the way. If John So demands it infringes on his slogan, just mock his accent. I reckon it would get him really worked up. Sure, perhaps mocking an Asian man won’t be seen as clever, but he really gets on my nerves sometimes. I had to sit on a train the other week opposite his ridiculous poem that was pasted on the wall. The whole time I sat there with the poem and his voice running through my head, and I swore I would never be nice about him again.

So please think about it and get back to me.

You and me, Rudd, we can rule Australia.

Yours sincerely,
John Surname.
http://randombrainwave.blogspot.com

Here’s the little dude giving a familiar figure a piggy-back ride.

Went out last night with some fellow graduates to celebrate the end of our first week as teachers. This picture is a fairly good indication of how I’m feeling this morning.