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.