Monday, June 27, 2005

Intent to post.

I see that phrase used a lot on those newsgroups I shouldn't be using (all have the word "audiobooks" in 'em--the only photo binary group I subscribe to anymore is the astronomy group so I can see what I'm missing when the weather is as cloudy as it is now, I'm not into other kinds of photos, unless I need to find bodies for jokes and/or drawing guides) and it always means loads of stuff I probably won't look at is coming down the pipe. It's a tragic fact of my life that I'll get great ideas and even write notes to myself to post about these things, and then I never do it. I insist I'm going to do it someday, but I think I'm out of time for some of the ideas. Like how much I love Xanadu. I really needed to get that across in 1984, when it wouldn't have caused funny looks. ELO's great, though. Michael Beck, not so much, and I would have wanted Kyra to end up with Danny, but that's life.

I got all that deadline stuff done in time, and now, as me mum has told me, I have to do it in the real world now. I will, of course...someday. I just had to finish making doll clothes, and that's done, and once the recipient of the doll sees my work, I may post a picture, even if it won't make sense. It's an in-joke, you see. Even our families don't fully get it.

The rest of my time has been going to playing with the cat in the yard. He likes to play in the yard and if he doesn't get to go outside, he raises hell. I swear, I caught him carving a pentagram in the carpet yesterday. He's doing me a service, though, because while I'm outdoors with him, I'm thinking. I'm thinking of storylines for that comic strip, and I'm thinking of things I can write about. I also think about cleaning the gutters and painting the fence--my mind is about as easily distracted as the cats. One of the cats, anyway. I mean, these cats are twins, and yet one has all the patience and can sit for hours just staring at shasta daisies. The other one, he's the one that needs the stick to chase, and if he doesn't get it, he climbs things to get his own stick to play with. So this week, I have to keep only one cat from damaging himself. Next week, I suspect they'll change places. They do that.

The dog (bless her beautiful hide), has my back when the psycho kitten climbs the curtains. She's enjoying telling him not to do things, I think.

There are pictures, of course...and I'll get to those one of these days, too.

(I changed the station on my radio to learn some new songs, and so I have no clue what's on.)



Wigwam Jones said...

I found a Bad Thing.

The world is a strange, strange, place. Cats with jo's and hampsters with fighting knives. When will the carnage end?

BrideOfPorkins said...

What is this world coming to? I better keep the tape and cutlery away from the cats, before they try to modify that for themselves.

Boy, I'm glad my hamster only hotwired my Barbie car and ate some of my grandfather's sweater.