with help from TK and the peeps.
Tux boy BOUNDED up to me in bed just as I woke up. So good to see him boinging and un-coned. Skritched him and got purrrr. He seems to have had a quickie bath as his fur is marginally less greasy. But him's too busy sleeping or chasing Tortie to bathe much, and him doesn't care.
HRT is mostly avoiding him. She's chased him once today and vice-versa. Another time, he tore down the hall at full gallop, then stopped and looked back b/c she didn't follow. She must have head-faked him again and just sat there smugly. I didn't see it, but I can picture it. It makes him go away with less effort on her part. I'm glad she's gotten over her blind hatred enough to use her brains a little, for more sophisticated hatred.
I think I need a nap. Bet I can get a black and white companion. As long as I don't have to look at his hind end, which is still just Wrong.
Siege of Mirkwood, the latest expansion for Lord of the Rings Online launches today!
I dreamed about it last night, for crying out loud.
I don't know why I'm so hyped for it. None of my characters are advanced enough to play any of the new areas the expansion adds. I've barely reached Moria with my biggest character, and that was last year's expansion.
But there are several features that I will be able to use right away, and I'm looking forward to those. For one thing, it'll much easier to share items among my alt-characters, without having to spend coin to mail them, or storing them at my personal house and sending everyone hiking out there to get stuff. It'll also be nice to be able to do some things without having to dismount/remount my horse all the time.
Anyway, I left my login client running this morning to download automatically as soon as the servers came online, and I just checked the forums to see other folks saying that they've started being able to download. So maybe by the time I get home tonight I'll be all ready to plunge in!
(Of course, all the other geeks will be doing the same thing and there will be so much lag that no one will be able to do anything anyway. But such is the life of a gamer, I guess. LOL!)
Oh, if only I had more than one or two months out of the year to wear these. My heater isn't even turned on yet. These are not made for those of us the living in the desert.
But perhaps those of you in cooler climes are interested in adult size footed pajamas!
I have a lot of photos and things to share now that NaNoWriMo is laid to rest, but wanted to tell you about my little side project, going to sort of blog the Decade in Review, here. :-) I hope you will enjoy following along.
I need coffee, my brain is not working this morning! Since we're looking for new homes I'm trying to plan what kinds of rooms we want. I'm now thiinking I need a study / library. The cats would love it, they could hang out on the bookshelves while I work.
My boyfriend thinks that if I do research abroad, I should write a book. I don't enjoy writing and I thought I had nothing to discuss, until yesterday!
I read a BBC article about "Confused Carnivores" - species which are challenging to fit into the Tree of Life on the basis of evolution. Here's what's striking: 4 out of the 6 species listed were ones I write about on this blog: red pandas, binturongs, otters, and wild cats.
Apparently I've hit on all the oddball creatures. And wouldn't it be fun to travel to Asia, hang out in Cybercafes and write about creatures I'm studying in the mountains. Red pandas live in the mountains of China, and from Nepal to Myanmar, in the temperate forests of the Himilayas. They spend most of their time in trees and sunbathe in the canopy. They eat bamboo, berries, eggs, fungi and blossoms.
Oh, and here's another red panda you can adopt!
Sita: Female: I’m four years old and have two cubs that I am keeping safe from leopards and domestic dogs. I love taking my cubs to the stream to drink water and teach them how to climb trees and eat bamboo.
did it.
thanks to all you stuck around for some or all (val, I'm looking at you) of the month.
we now return to your not-everyday-necessarily-but-perhaps-so ramblings.
I ran the Lake today. My clothing has the most wonderful smell of pine sap. The run is 3 or 4 miles but it's going to get a lot trickier in winter. I need to stay in shape. We're doing a Yogi gift theme this year. The items are really expensive, especially at Gaiam. I prefer Prana, although yoga mats are never cheap.
It works though with my new desire to travel to Nepal and study red pandas. It's my new thing. Maybe I'll find a Himilayan mountain village and just stay there. It sure would be quieter than our neighborhood!
Peace is elusive these days. When I ran this morning I watched the pine cones and needles as my feet ran over them. The Lake is a very calm place.
My last project at uni was to create book covers for Alice in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll) and Perfume (Patrick Suskind) for the 2009 Penguin Design Award. Two book covers in two weeks is a lot of work but I got it done, albeit with some blood (got to watch those craft knives) and tears.
Here's my final cover for Alice, which my second and third year tutor selected as one of their two favourites out of the year (who knows why).
Here's a discarded idea for Alice that had quite liked.
What I believe in, what is mine, how to hang on to, self-respect and define? Once long ago the hour was late, something happened there, changing my fate, gave time in healing to apprise revenge, hate. A good friend of years back knew the plan. He saw the conspiricy, indulged greed of man. Years of planning, to and for good, ran to nothing, my blood on floors wood. Left my canine friends with girl of the time, four days spent moving her, strength to define. I left Demetrius canine friend and Zug who was my old friends friend to the end. Protect my woman safely, sleep to mend. Tired at home I lay on the floor. A knock came and I went to answer the door. He said Hey its Terry, you remember me? I said what do you want? Said open You'll see. He came in and asked whereabouts of a friend. I told him my knowledge of friend at an end. Have not seen him for months. I stuck to that song, he started his plan, speeded drunk to do wrong. A soft tap at the window in the room. Terry crossed to open the lock thoughts of gloom. A loud noise of clumsy laugh? what to do, an unknown came in to my head .32, though tired I moved to his dilated eyes just one more step he would recognize, when a hammer from about eight feet away clicked back, another gun, means what he say. They shot me in stupid, beat on me no end. I would not tell them the place or give up my friend. My friend was my honor, time in a stich, he wouldn't do good there the Son of a Bitch. Two hours later emergency room, who did this? said the doctor, they looked for your tomb. I would not tell him, not to decieve, he said tell me or no more pain I'll relieve. The deputy sherrifs said 'Oh no' that way. I slept through, nearly died early morning, next day. I opened my eyes, intensive care room to share, Man I did not know, Mother was there. Who did this he asked again and again. I do not know, just a couple of strange young men. I was relaxing, walking with my feet, two men jumped from bushes, ambush on the street, they said nothing, nothing to say, shot me, hit on the head ran away. My friend, his girl arrested my home. The friend told them who where the shooters did roam. Those who shot me, beat me just slipped away. Another mistake, just high, one more day. I went home to find everything I had packed. Put in my camper, like a big gunny sack. A long acre, pond, corral blessed home. It was to them just a coveted dome. The district attorney, he said how they did. I thought I will make sure they are rid, Of this world, the world function sublime, If I meet them God help me I'll take their time. I went to the islands, Maui for a time. I had to heal my body and mind from this crime. A cop named Abru looking around what for? Mainland brought that crime back to my door. You must come at once, no need to reply, just take the plane ticket come home testify. I ran like a rabbit, I ran like a man, I hid and tried every thing a man can. An island is a place surrounded by sea. They kicked in my friends doors looking for me. I waited for it to stop, so insane. The damage, I finally got on the plane. The story like others did not end there. People keep thinking and feeling, must share. They carry guilt useless, wherever they roam. The actions of years to come, This very poem. The story was just a foreteller for some, Of violence and honorless, faithless to come. But from Mother's arms-Till I'm laid in a hole-My shame isn't any-I claim my own soul. Lessons? Destructive-killing on the brain-The blood wind is nothing-if not that insane-to betray is evil-will mirror your soul-If damage is done-seek your control-The moral? I wonder, just sat on a log-when needed I missed--honest love of a dog. (c.DuckProd.ACXPvWPls3011090745h)
