No More Zombies in Surround Sound

This past weekend my brother moved out of the house. This is a big step for the family, as my brother has only moved out once before, and at that time he moved in with me, so it was really not AWAY from the family. This time, he is away. Kind of.

He moved to the hopping city of Sherman, Texas. Sherman is about twenty five miles away from here, and hence he has left half of his crap nestled in various corners of the house: a dirty sock here, various black and grey clothing items there, a Playstation 2 quietly tucked in the closet. But, regardless of these remains, there is a profound difference in the house. First and foremost, as my previous roommate can tell you, it's a heck of a lot cleaner. My brother is not a terribly messy person, he just leaves death and destruction in his wake. Dr. Pepper cans tossed about like ragdolls, pizza boxes that never had a chance, socks and magazines and XBox paraphenalia strewn across the carpet, left without a second Thought. He's only nineteen, so he is still in the "I cannot breathe in a neat environment" Stage of his Life. Also, it's remarkably quieter. The distant gunfire from Grand Theft Auto no longer plagues my lesson planning. The screeches of hundreds of zombies from Dead Rising in freaking surround sound no longer pierces my Dreams. It's nice.

But, let's face it, as nice as it all is, I miss the guy.

In other news, my Cats are boycotting their litter boxes. I don't know what we did to piss them off, but they are pissing liberally anywhere and everywhere they can...except in the boxes. I went to retrieve my Downy Fresh laundry the other day, only to find something very fresh indeed (and it wasn't the Downy).
I think they are trying to balance out the cleanliness of the House. Since my Brother's gone, somebody has got to leave a mess, and I think the Cats have taken it upon themselves to contribute to the previously established Disorder of the House.

I think I'd rather have the Dr. Pepper and zombies. Wardo, come home.