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The Jingle Cat's First Visit to Amoeba Hollywood

Posted by Amoebite, December 20, 2011 03:54pm | Post a Comment
Plenty of celebs walk through the doors of Amoeba Music every day...but this one was a whole other breed. At last, the famous Yuletide feline has made his way to the world's biggest independent record store to mark his territory!

We documented the Jingle Cat's first ever shopping spree at Hollywood's music mecca, in a raw, uncensored look behind the scenes that shows you what the secretive meower of holiday favorites is REALLY like. From graffiti-ing our passenger elevator to digging for kitty flicks on the mezzanine, to unsuccessfully attempting to pay for a Cat Stevens record with a seed ball, this tough-talking tomcat proves that he AIN'T your grandma's fluffywuffles.

You love his Christmas carols, now see him up close and personal, and DON'T rub him the wrong way!

Meowy Christmas!

(In which the group's adventures come to a close.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 11, 2007 09:14am | Post a Comment
Everyone awoke a little gloomy. It was our last day, and check-out time was only four hours away. Logan in-particular was not okay with this and sought out the front desk to plea our case. The result was a new check-out time of four o’clock, at no additional charge.

I’m not sure what Logan had to do to get this sweet deal; knowing her, they were probably just charmed, but that makes for a boring blog, so let’s pretend she seduced the owner’s wife, or at the very least threatened them with rad karate moves.


"Hit me with your best shot" - Logan in control

With only half a day left, the majority agreed that the best thing to do was give me a haircut.

Uh, wha...? Really? It’s that bad?

What I saw as my sexy, shaggy mop – so hip and suave was, unbeknownst to me, something akin to Eric Stoltz’ hot look in the movie “Mask”. Apparently I had been unwittingly turning Greek adventurers into stone with my mere hairdo. Who knew?


Bad hair daze: Eric Stoltz, Medusa, and me

Carrie was adamant. She was going to cut my hair. My boyfriend immediately switched to publicist mode, yelling demands and controlling events from his chaise lounge. “Short!” he kept shouting, “Short… short!”


BEFORE: Carrie assesses the situation


The Master Hair-stylist can adapt to any situation


Beauty and the Beast

My own opinions were merely tolerated as flights of fancy. I had been reduced to a pre-Suffragette woman with hopes of one day earning a living for herself, winning the right to vote, or at the very least, opening her own door without being seen as a dangerous lesbian.