Does My Daughter Work for the NSA?

Out of the blue:
Lisa Martin (alias): Mom, can I have your password?
Rachel Beads (alias): For what?
{pause}
Lisa: Never mind.
Thought balloon over Dr. Beads's head: Does my daughter work for the NSA?


{Editor's Note: Yes, I realize that I've been neglecting Dr. Beads' Blog for a long time. As a way of easing back into the usual litany of nightmares and heavily redacted comments about work, I finally published a silly item (below) that was sitting in the edit queue for weeks.}

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Woke up with an ear worm in the form of a terrible song that I apparently made up while asleep:

I'm the Kitty
The Baseball Kitty
I'll annoy ya
Then I'll destroy ya

There was a tune as well, which I've forgotten, so now the song is just a menacing chant.