Scenes from a cat - Molière and the Demon-Monkey

Scene: Sherry likes to eat his food a little bit at a time, over hours; whereas Haley gobbles hers' down in a nanosecond. When I'm at work I lock Sherry up with his bowl of softies; but in the evening I like him to be free, so I keep his bowl next to me. This has a two-fold effect of keeping Haley amused, because she spends the rest of the night trying to outwit me, to get the food. And she's often successful.

Mabel - Monkey! [Grabs Haley and flips her on her back, and then props the kobo eReader on cat's belly.] Do you need your own kobo?

Haley [sounding like Fernando] - I want my own kobo.

Mabel - To keep you amused?

Haley - Yaaaa.

Mabel - This is Molière. Can you read in French?

Haley [no reply]

Mabel - She's giving me the silent treatment now. Monkey!

Haley [in Mabel's voice] - If you can't tell the difference between a monkey and a cat, well, you're even stupider than I assumed.

Fernando - Do you really think she'd say that?

Mabel - You mean be rude?

Fernando - It seems out of character.

Mabel - You're like the father who's blind to his little girls' faults. You don't realize what a demon you harbor in your home. [Looks down at the cat, still propped on her back, legs in the air.] Monkey-demon!

[The monkey-demon growls.]

Where are you reading?

This is fun. Kobo has asked people to upload pictures showing where they're reading ebooks (on any device). I love things like "the desk where you write" and "where you're reading" (along with what you're reading, of course!)

I'm not eligible to enter, but I'd like to anyway--except I don't have a phone to take a pic of myself sitting at the bus stop or something. I'll have to bring my camera along with me next time I go out!

Here's one of the things I like about little kobo--the frouffy curlicue designs. I think they intelligently picked up on the fact that Jane Austen is their #1 downloaded author, and designed the kobo for the Jane Austen audience. But with a plain enough exterior that those who aren't into curlicues won't really notice. You can see what I mean in the top left corner of this picture.

Geordie Voice

For all the British books I read, I have surprisingly learned a new word. I'm reading Joanna Trollope's The Other Family and she keeps mentioning "his Geordie voice." I finally had to google it and discovered it's the accent of someone from, or North of, Newcastle.

sign off

Well, I finally took the plunge and bought a couple domain names. Just for one year--see if it ends up being useful. I haven't attached them to anything yet... because it's LATE and I gots to SLEEP.

oily birds make me sad

This is one of those ads I can barely watch.



And the oil spill story is one I do not want to see on TV, cause I can't bear to think about it. Waaaaaahhhh!

Enjoying: Shark in the Water - V V Brown

Adventure Inc

Because I'd like to visit friends in San Diego, and because a wee bit of my backstory takes place near Hollywood, I'm trying to envision maybe a bigger trip. Maybe fly to San Diego, spend a couple days, then take a coastal bus or train northwards, with a wee stop in LA, and then spend about 5 days in San Fran.

I could also rent a car, but I'm afraid of navigating all that seriously hilly land. Plus, you don't really take in the sights when you're the driver. Buses can be quite nice for that.

Since I'm in no rush to go, I figure--why not plan the ultimate trip? Mind you, the husband already worries about me wherever I go. I know when I get close to the actual SF trip he won't be excited about me wandering a strange city, in Constant Danger! So he'll like even less the idea of me trekking around on a bus. Better not remind him of that bus knifing a couple years ago.

I even looked at the cost of taking a cruise, but when you're alone it seems to cost a lot more.

The only thing is I don't really want to be on a guided tour type thing. Unless it's A Guided Tour of Miss Mabel's California for Her Novel.