different day, same kitty-s**t

Chasing the fingers

Aha! Got her thumb! Slurp slurp slurp...

Banished.

movie sillitude

In my continued mood of watching/reading in French, I just watched Camping Sauvage. At first I thought the humour was going to be too broad for my taste, but actually most of the jokes were Zoolander type humour --> I enjoy absurdity. It's about a guy put in the witness protection program, and he's in hiding at a trashy camping trailer park, which has its own gay village and wannabe biker gang.

Vacation Countdown! Wee!

So my vacation dates have been confirmed with All Parties, and now I can get excited! Once Gilby gets back to me with the other play(s) I can start booking, and then contact my other pair of friends in Toronto to set up a dinner or something.


Then it's off to visit my dad and step-mommy in Nanaimo for about 5 days.

I think I'll bring Oscar as well as Yoda this year. Or maybe just Large Oscar.

Then I ride over to Vancouver to see my mother and brother.

My mum has a wee cute tiny little house,

and my brother's living upstairs right now (where Yoda and I stayed last summer.)

Instead of sleeping in the yard, or on the roof, or in the fridge, I've decided--wotthehell--I'll just get a hotel for 4 nights. Less stress for everyone. She's near the airport so there's a ton of hotels nearby. I'm currently looking at them all, seeing what I can afford, but doesn't have terrible reviews. It'll be a fun!

Yay! Time for a Swiss-girl-style countdown! 25 days til vacation! (Friend Swiss Girl's life is unbearable unless she's counting down to something. These days it's vacations, but even in high school there was always something.)

pack me some lunch!

I'll be going out west to see the folks in September, so I can go look for some new bento boxes! I hope they have a different selection than last year. I didn't use my bentos, like, every day this year; but lately I've been getting better about bringing food to work, so I want a new one! The ones the Daiso store carries are cheap.

Look at all these various cute ones from online stores. You can see how collecting bento boxes could eeeaaasily become a habit.

hangin out in my café

cuddling

Sitting on my legs

Made the cats their first vet appointment. We never took Haley because Sherry acted insane when other cats came back from the vet, so the mix of him being crazy, and her responding crazy, there would have been Violence.


I finally decided to befriend some strangers on facebook, in order to expand my café and do certain things faster. It's one of the few games I've ever, in my life, played consistently, so I might as well make the most of it.

I've now bought some expansions to my place, and I'm waiting to get my money back up so I can buy the last one. Then I will... redecorate!! Weee!

So I also went through my friends list and grouped them into categories, so that it's easier to check people's updates, and not get lost in a sea of cafe-friends.

Oh the neckiness of it all!

I think the Evil Minion is getting better at appreciate a PET instead of a suck. She sat for awhile and luxuriated in the scratchiness of it all.

She loves neck scratches the most. Here she is, her head Flung Back! waiting for me to continue scratching her neck. She sat patiently like this while I set up the computer's camera.

In other news, I decided my chef persona (from Mabel's VeganEats) needed a new outfit.

Avant...

Après...

And now, even though it's only 2:40 AM and I had a full night's sleep yesterday, I am dying of fatiguitude, and shall away to bed. I've been more regularly doing day shifts lately, and it's cramping my style.

50 Questions: What's the best costume you've ever worn?

I recently dressed as a Pride and Prejudice zombie hunter, for a macabre-themed party. (Really, what good is a fencing foil against zombies? But I didn't feel like making a sword.)

But my best "costume" might have been in high school, to a friend's small Halloween party. The previous year I'd had a falling out with a couple friends--or rather they fell out with me. Well pushed, really. Anyway, we were amicable with each other, but didn't hang out anymore.

One of these girls came dressed in a Japanese outfit (yes yes, ethnic costume as costume, naughty-ness -- look, we were just little) -- she was wearing a cheap, shiny, houserobe type kimono.

I, on the other hand, wore a real kimono--a gift to my grandfather from an ambassador, which my grandfather had given to me. I am not ashamed to admit that I took great delight in Oh So Casually lording this fact over her, when she came to compare looks. Especially since she was a very competitive sort.

The only comeback she had was that I'd better not spill anything on it.

BOUAH HA HA HA HAAAAAA!

Sometimes, it's the petty things that mean so much.

(It was a cotton men's kimono, sort of like this one.)


Any costume stories out there?

Return to Meowee East: Everyday cuddles

Banish-ed to the end of the couch again, for offenses against fingertips.

I no longer let Evil Minion suck on my ears, and only give her the pinky once or twice a day. After which I have to fight her off like a zombie attack. I have to kick her off the couch about 10 times before she'll stop trying to assault my digits. I try to not pet her while she's sucking, so that eventually she'll realize there's an ALTERNATIVE to finger sucking, which is sitting on a lap and having a good scratch.

"This is MAH good scratch. F--k off!"

Sitting on the couch with a cat on either side. To paraphrase Morris Day: "Cutie to the left of me. Cutie to the right! It's all about the kitty sandwich tonight!" *

At long last we lock up the kitten and have some "One and Only Remaining Cat" time. (I still call her that when we're all aloney on our owney.)

* Morris Day's character in Purple Rain, when standing at the bar between a couple of hot women: "Sexiness to the left of me, sexiness to the right. It's all about the pimp sandwich tonight!"

Chrissie Hynde strikes again! Yippy!

I came across this Chrissie Hynde album on iTunes and downloaded a couple songs. They're really good, and the story behind the album is so interesting, I think I might *need* the whole thing!

Hynde, in her 50s, was in London and met a 30something musician, they became romantically involved, but knew it wasn't for the long haul. So they went to Cuba, wrote song to/from/about each other, made an album and formed a band. It's called Fidelity after all the Fidel Castro pictures everywhere.

(Pretty funny video too--make sure to watch long enough for the gore! It's based on a vampire movie.) (Oh and, her voice is still beautiful!)

''The album is about the fact that there is no future in our relationship in terms of love and sex,'' Jones said by phone from California, where they have been hanging out while not playing club shows (which will include an Oct. 3 stop at Tangier). ''And the way we can be together is in a band making music. In a way, it's like we've done the next best thing and we're making it work through the music.''

''We really get along, and if things were different and we were the same age, we may have gotten married in Cuba and be having our first kid by now,'' Hynde said. ''But we can see that's not going to happen
because of the age gap. And we just write all these songs together and we love singing together and hanging out, and this is how we see our future now: We can be together by being bandmates. It's fantastic.''

''It's different because we have a story with each other, so we're kind of writing songs about us and writing songs about each other and we are each other's muse. And when you have a muse you have something to focus on and write about and nurture, and in the past . . . there's been collaborations but nothing like this. I've never done anything like this,'' she said. (ohio.com)

If you don't want me to come in you better lock this door
and if you don't want me to return you better lock this door

Gilmabelfest 2010! Under the usual palm tree.

Alright, got a tentative vacation date scheduled, unless I misunderstood the dates Gilby gave me. So I've got the list of everything playing, and it's up to him to make a second choice. (First choice being, of course, AN IDEAL HUSBAND! Woopeeeee!)



Here is my first planning document, to help Gilby make the selection. Of course, little Yoda and finger Oscar will be accompanying us again.


Then I'll fly out west to visit la famiglia.

hrmy

It just occurred to me (as I peruse agent sites) that if I'm going to pitch my book as a different genre (did I mention this?), then I should probably change the title.

Wanting to plan!

I finally got up the energy to go back to my Faux Fiancés querying. I left too much time re. getting back to it, so then it's like working on a book--you forget where you were up to, and seems like Too Much Work. Then again, it is a fair amount of tedious work, so understandably procrastinartish. I needed the fun of working on something new and swell for awhile. But the swelling's gone down. (Sorry, that was Marx Brothers.) I'm ready to get back to the dull stuff.

In other news, I wish Gilby would call me so I can plan Gilmabelfest!! We need to choose the dates, so I can see what's available besides An Ideal Husband. Unless we pick another play at the Shaw festival

looks like the best pickings are at

the Soulpepper


and the Royal Alexandria.

(Besides Stratford, which would be another long drive.) Without an exact date I can't get excited about something. !!! I think I'll go spam his facebook.

Banish not Minion!

i've been feeling sort of restless this weekend, without knowing why. thoughts of getting back to my story kept coming and going, and now i suspect that's the source.

someone needs to tell minion that writers need two hands to type. unless they're going to write like this--no-caps-obnoxiously. and slowly.

"slurp slurp slurp"

Alright, I've banished her to the cat bed at the end of the couch:

"Banish not Minion. Banish Minion, and banish all the world!"
(4 months old, and already well-versed in Shakespeare. Definitely my child.)

Other latest pics:

"I know I left an ear here somewhere..."

"But I'll settle for a finger. Nom nom nom..."

Listening to my mp3 player and reading my book!

The dark mistress almost always has the high ground these days.