The great thing about being the original black sheep of a family is the fact that unless you're really into it, banging the shit down back alleys, staking out your corner or voting Reform at the age of 18, there are probably enough kids amongst the cousins that, chances are, someone's gonna turn out a hell of a lot more disappointing than you.
I've now got two.
"Yes, well, he did turn out to be a homosexual, and drop out of university, but look at those other two: they're gambling their lives away in back rooms all across the country!"
Yay me.
Christmas is fun this year.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
AWOL no longer
Sorry, love, for neglecting our blog for so long. I'm a bastard. :(
My headspace hasn't been so great these days, and apparently my new thing is to clam up and not call no one. (Did you ever think the day would come?) If I was a normal creative type like everyone else, I'd pour my pain into some kind of tangible outlet, but nooooo, I have to be one of those lazy creative types. Which means the extent of my expression is to listen to the Rent Soundtrack and eat meat. (Both of which I'm doing now. At work. Hee!)
I'm obsessed with the Rent soundtrack, btw. It's a really awful and corny, but man, these songs speak to me right now!
I need help.
How goes the battle with cats? Good I hope. Sounds like you really tried to find a solution, so I hope it's working okay so far. More impotantly, how are things with J.M?
It's true. Life is utterly mundane sometimes. You know the funny thing though? After all our years of skirting the fringe, I find myself longing for the mundane these days. Maybe not mundane. Maybe just still. Think that's weird?
My headspace hasn't been so great these days, and apparently my new thing is to clam up and not call no one. (Did you ever think the day would come?) If I was a normal creative type like everyone else, I'd pour my pain into some kind of tangible outlet, but nooooo, I have to be one of those lazy creative types. Which means the extent of my expression is to listen to the Rent Soundtrack and eat meat. (Both of which I'm doing now. At work. Hee!)
I'm obsessed with the Rent soundtrack, btw. It's a really awful and corny, but man, these songs speak to me right now!
I need help.
How goes the battle with cats? Good I hope. Sounds like you really tried to find a solution, so I hope it's working okay so far. More impotantly, how are things with J.M?
It's true. Life is utterly mundane sometimes. You know the funny thing though? After all our years of skirting the fringe, I find myself longing for the mundane these days. Maybe not mundane. Maybe just still. Think that's weird?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Those Present Concerns
The cats have been driving me crazy, and threatening the peaceful balance between me and J.M..
Pangor has continued to use the front hallway as his personal litter box, finally to the complete exclusion of the real thing. J.M. has been none to impressed. Understandably, but as I have been trying to figure solutions in the back of my brain, he's been fretting on my last nerve, and indicating that he'd rather the crazy one be (re: he would be happier) elsewhere. Admittedly, this has been a stinky, physically unpleasant problem, but animals are living, breathing things, with feelings, and confusions; and I did not want to further traumatize the poor feline, who is already, clearly, disturbed. (I think he hallucinates.)
This all calumniated with me quipping back to J.M. on his way out of the house a couple of nights ago, "How 'bout I just have him put to sleep?"
To which he responded, "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch about it," and we had, I suppose, what amounted to a version (a faggy, repressed sort of version) of a fight, before he left. Then we didn't talk for a couple of days.
During which time I think I may have solved the problem: new litter box, garbage can out back, repeated scrubbing of the hallway, and some stern manhandling of the cat. These are the elements of a productive equation. So far, so good.
The silence broke this morning, and thus far there have been no "accidents". Happily, J.M.'s grant came through in the mail today, and he's off to New York, New York tomorrow, so the day's shaping up to be a good one.
My god, sometimes life is mediocre.
Pangor has continued to use the front hallway as his personal litter box, finally to the complete exclusion of the real thing. J.M. has been none to impressed. Understandably, but as I have been trying to figure solutions in the back of my brain, he's been fretting on my last nerve, and indicating that he'd rather the crazy one be (re: he would be happier) elsewhere. Admittedly, this has been a stinky, physically unpleasant problem, but animals are living, breathing things, with feelings, and confusions; and I did not want to further traumatize the poor feline, who is already, clearly, disturbed. (I think he hallucinates.)
This all calumniated with me quipping back to J.M. on his way out of the house a couple of nights ago, "How 'bout I just have him put to sleep?"
To which he responded, "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch about it," and we had, I suppose, what amounted to a version (a faggy, repressed sort of version) of a fight, before he left. Then we didn't talk for a couple of days.
During which time I think I may have solved the problem: new litter box, garbage can out back, repeated scrubbing of the hallway, and some stern manhandling of the cat. These are the elements of a productive equation. So far, so good.
The silence broke this morning, and thus far there have been no "accidents". Happily, J.M.'s grant came through in the mail today, and he's off to New York, New York tomorrow, so the day's shaping up to be a good one.
My god, sometimes life is mediocre.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Me Real Slow Too
Thank god for you. How great was it for me to check my e-mail on Monday and find the invite to our blog? Had it been up to me, the ol' inbox might have stayed empty. Hurrah for the follow-through!
One of my measly excuses for the delay on this post is that it took me ages to figure out what my name was gonna be. Who knew "Mini" and "Small Wonder" would be taken?! Curse those other lovers of small. So I took inspiration from your invite. I still love small. But I love soup too! It seemed to make sense.
I love this idea. I shan't tell you when I've posted a message. I'll leave it up to you to discover. It's like we're part of a top-secret club and we have a top-secret hiding place (often a hole in a tree trunk or something of the sort) where we trade messages.
I promise I won't leave the tree-trunk empty. Hee!
One of my measly excuses for the delay on this post is that it took me ages to figure out what my name was gonna be. Who knew "Mini" and "Small Wonder" would be taken?! Curse those other lovers of small. So I took inspiration from your invite. I still love small. But I love soup too! It seemed to make sense.
I love this idea. I shan't tell you when I've posted a message. I'll leave it up to you to discover. It's like we're part of a top-secret club and we have a top-secret hiding place (often a hole in a tree trunk or something of the sort) where we trade messages.
I promise I won't leave the tree-trunk empty. Hee!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Brain So Slow, Yo
That's just because it's the day after. A little groggy, sure, but running at at least 80% capacity.
Happy assertions made at the end of the weekend, while snuggling on the couch, should never be taken for granted, and for once I'm actually following up. So, we have the forum, now we just need to fill it with words.
Happy Haloween!
M. Spider
Happy assertions made at the end of the weekend, while snuggling on the couch, should never be taken for granted, and for once I'm actually following up. So, we have the forum, now we just need to fill it with words.
Happy Haloween!
M. Spider
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