Catode Rays

Well on Wednesday I had to get a CAT (MRI) scan of my brains. Unfortunatley I spent the entire nigth before the scan looking up horror MRI stories on the internet (I'm a bit claustrophobic). Thus when I arrived for my 8:15am appointment, even 2002 Woman's Day articles about the romantic escapades of Prince Harry couldn't subdue my urge to get the fuck out of the country. The actual scan was half an hour of claustrophobic fun, simultaneously the most horrifying/relaxing thing in my entire life. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been exactly 2 minutes late back to the Edgecliff parking complex and forced to pay $10 for going over the 1.5 hour freeparking times. Anyway, now I've experienced it, I know the TRUE POWER behind CAT scans:

More realistic if you imagine a pulsing radioactive noise.
Purrfect joke, don't get catty, a good yarn, it whiskered me away, paw quality etc.
Christmas hampers are strange things. They always have products from strange food companies that you never see in the shops. Right now I am munching down upon some 'Chocolate Chip Shortbread' made by a company called 'Pure Butter'. Previously I tastetested some assorted xmas themed cookies made by 'Unibic', which is like the amalgamtion of two famous pen companies. I get the inkling that I'll regret eating them.