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This [vaguely] reminds me of Monty Python's "Confuse-a-Cat": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2Je1CEPkUM
"Your cat is suffering from fin-de-siecle ennui."
But more than that, I'm wondering if you've thought about getting into filmmaking yourself. With four cats, you are perfectly positioned! I don't know what kind of computer you have, but it must have at least a basic moviemaking program on it. If I can be of assistance... (I've got a Mac, so I have used iMovie and am currently getting deeper into it.)
Indeed, I HAVE thought and thought about making little vids. Fred is dying to... but we just seem to stop right there.
Well, there's the lack of a camera.
Actually, that was supposed to be our Xmas/birthday (Fred's bday = 12/25) gift to one another, but we ended up canceling the holidays.
I do believe I'll reschedule the celebration and get him to research what would be best for the ten bucks I'm willing to spend... ar ar ar...
I know better than to just buy one without letting him decide the purchase. (Yes, we *are* fighting, how did you know?)
Until then, I am going to doodle around and paint some.
I admire your creative bent! It's fun to see, and I know that getting into that groove is a great thing. Life glows.
At the moment, Fluffy Butt Marmy thinks she is being very sneaky, hiding behind the bedroom door. Except that her great big old fluffy butt is sticking out, waving like a flag.
I am all over the place... forced sleep last night through a judicious use of... benadryl. (Shoot, too bad Michael Jackson didn't pay me a consultant's fee in exchange for some sleep.)
My new prosthesis is already infected -- ragingly, in fact. My favorite doc opined in an email last night, "I agree that this does not look promising..." Such a nice guy.
So... I am picking fights with Fred. Very unfair, very narcissistic, and I do NOT want to have to apologize, either. I can't get him to do dick around The Manor, yet up he gets this morning, cooking one gourmet dish after another "because we're having a potluck at church today." The kitchen that I cleaned at 4 am is now filthy. He will say -- bet you a hunnert dollars -- "just leave it, I'll get it later..."
I am thinking about spending the day writing yet another crazy post -- this time in an effort to get rid of the 45 drafts that have accumulated. As I am typically incomplete and fractured, full of strange liaisons, I doubt anyone will notice.
Too many words.
Take care of YOU! Very nice to have you drop by -- next time, we'll do High Tea.
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This [vaguely] reminds me of Monty Python's "Confuse-a-Cat":
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2Je1CEPkUM
"Your cat is suffering from fin-de-siecle ennui."
But more than that, I'm wondering if you've thought about getting into filmmaking yourself. With four cats, you are perfectly positioned!
I don't know what kind of computer you have, but it must have at least a basic moviemaking program on it.
If I can be of assistance... (I've got a Mac, so I have used iMovie and am currently getting deeper into it.)
Hi ya, Fresca!
ReplyDelete(I'd be worried if it weren't "[vaguely].")
No ennui around here, no siree-bob.
Indeed, I HAVE thought and thought about making little vids. Fred is dying to... but we just seem to stop right there.
Well, there's the lack of a camera.
Actually, that was supposed to be our Xmas/birthday (Fred's bday = 12/25) gift to one another, but we ended up canceling the holidays.
I do believe I'll reschedule the celebration and get him to research what would be best for the ten bucks I'm willing to spend... ar ar ar...
I know better than to just buy one without letting him decide the purchase. (Yes, we *are* fighting, how did you know?)
Until then, I am going to doodle around and paint some.
I admire your creative bent! It's fun to see, and I know that getting into that groove is a great thing. Life glows.
At the moment, Fluffy Butt Marmy thinks she is being very sneaky, hiding behind the bedroom door. Except that her great big old fluffy butt is sticking out, waving like a flag.
I am all over the place... forced sleep last night through a judicious use of... benadryl. (Shoot, too bad Michael Jackson didn't pay me a consultant's fee in exchange for some sleep.)
My new prosthesis is already infected -- ragingly, in fact. My favorite doc opined in an email last night, "I agree that this does not look promising..." Such a nice guy.
So... I am picking fights with Fred. Very unfair, very narcissistic, and I do NOT want to have to apologize, either. I can't get him to do dick around The Manor, yet up he gets this morning, cooking one gourmet dish after another "because we're having a potluck at church today." The kitchen that I cleaned at 4 am is now filthy. He will say -- bet you a hunnert dollars -- "just leave it, I'll get it later..."
I am thinking about spending the day writing yet another crazy post -- this time in an effort to get rid of the 45 drafts that have accumulated. As I am typically incomplete and fractured, full of strange liaisons, I doubt anyone will notice.
Too many words.
Take care of YOU! Very nice to have you drop by -- next time, we'll do High Tea.
La Bonne et Belle B.