I brought Wally with me to work today. We were on our own until another editor showed up around noon with his very cool dog, Max. Max is some sort of mutt that appears to be part Dalmation part who knows what, but he and Wally generally have a good time together. The other editor showed me a big rawhide bone he had brought in and said, "If this is a problem, I'll just put it up." I shook my head. "No, Wally's pretty passive about that sort of stuff." The guy set the bone on his desk and went upstairs with Max to make himself some lunch in the kitchen. I went back to work in my bay, and a few moments later, I heard Wally chewing on something out in the hallway. I poked my head out and found him, much to my dismay, chewing on the big rawhide bone that belonged to Max. He had clearly taken it off the other editor's desk. "Bad dog!" I took the bone from him and put it on my desk. When the other editor came down from the kitchen, I said to him, "As it turns out, this might be a problem, considering Wally stole it off your desk." "No problem," he said, then returned after a moment in his bay. "By the way, he ate all the food out of Max's food dish, too." I looked at Wally who gave me that innocent look of the Labrador retriever. I just can't seem to trust him with anything anymore!

The song of the day is "Cuts You Up" by Peter Murphy off his 1989 album Deep. I think this is the only song I know by the so-called Godfather of Goth. I'm not much of a goth person, but I do dig the sound of this song. And this is one of those songs that has KROQ written all over it for me. Peter Murphy formerly sang for Bauhaus, another band I don't think I've heard. (Or have I? Does anyone know any songs?) His wife's name is Beyhan, and his two children are named Hurihan and Adem. I can't tell if those are boys or girls. At first I thought, "Oh - typical worldly rock and roller with the stupid names." Then I noticed he's been living in Turkey since 1992. I imagine those are all Turkish names. My bad!