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Jul. 28th, 2004 10:17 pmHmm. Here's a nice stream of consciousness entry for everyone...
Butt licking my butt, butt butt butt...
http://twolumps.keenspace.com/d/20040524.html
But seriously.
What's with Cats and their Asses?
Dogs lick their asses because they CAN.
Cats lick their asses because YOU WON'T.
Kitty Crack Ho (who is not a climber kitty or a table walker, usually) discovered the plastic baggie of freshly dried catnip on the table yesterday, and chewed a hole in the bag to get at the stash.
Snicker.
She's funny when she's stoned. The remainder of the stash is now safely in a glass jar.
Jars are cool. I keep all of mine, and re-use them. I am developing a distrust of plastic. Food kept in plastic always tastes a little plastic-y.
Jars remind me of the History Channel documentary about the development of the soft drink industry in america over the last 150 years or so.
I can imagine life before cans. I can imagine life before plastic.
It is really hard to imagine life before jars and bottles, but mass-produced bottles are actually a really recent invention.
Faerie Citadel has some really neat glass wands, with a small "bottle" shape at the top filled with glitter. I shall have to acquire one of those (or make some myself.)
I wish I had facilities to blow glass.
And throw pots.
And fire them.
Sigh.
Fire.
I need a drum circle. Too bad I can't afford to go to Lotlorien this weekend.
This weekend.
Oh, yeah. Show Me Con is coming up. I will probably not be there, or if I am, I will probably only "ghost" through in the evening and peek at the parties to say hi to some folks.
I admit that I don't think the con is offering enough to justify the extortionist prices, and that they are making all the mistakes that all the smaller cons make.
Not to mention my personal issues.
So, instead I shall work at the Condo, taking my Mom's shift so that she can stick around and work the con.
It's barely possible that I might be helping out at the table of Curious Cat if they can get a last minute dealer space.
Hey,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
piratebob!
I have a MAGNIFICENT skirt for you. Size 10, goth bustle skirt.
Actually, the first size 10 who can come and get it may have it for $10.
Heh heh heh.
Otherwise, I will slap it up on EBAY.
That's enough for now.
Bed, going to bed,
bed bed bed...
Bed, falling asleep... SLEEP in BED!
(To the SUPERMAN theme)
Butt licking my butt, butt butt butt...
http://twolumps.keenspace.com/d/20040524.html
But seriously.
What's with Cats and their Asses?
Dogs lick their asses because they CAN.
Cats lick their asses because YOU WON'T.
Kitty Crack Ho (who is not a climber kitty or a table walker, usually) discovered the plastic baggie of freshly dried catnip on the table yesterday, and chewed a hole in the bag to get at the stash.
Snicker.
She's funny when she's stoned. The remainder of the stash is now safely in a glass jar.
Jars are cool. I keep all of mine, and re-use them. I am developing a distrust of plastic. Food kept in plastic always tastes a little plastic-y.
Jars remind me of the History Channel documentary about the development of the soft drink industry in america over the last 150 years or so.
I can imagine life before cans. I can imagine life before plastic.
It is really hard to imagine life before jars and bottles, but mass-produced bottles are actually a really recent invention.
Faerie Citadel has some really neat glass wands, with a small "bottle" shape at the top filled with glitter. I shall have to acquire one of those (or make some myself.)
I wish I had facilities to blow glass.
And throw pots.
And fire them.
Sigh.
Fire.
I need a drum circle. Too bad I can't afford to go to Lotlorien this weekend.
This weekend.
Oh, yeah. Show Me Con is coming up. I will probably not be there, or if I am, I will probably only "ghost" through in the evening and peek at the parties to say hi to some folks.
I admit that I don't think the con is offering enough to justify the extortionist prices, and that they are making all the mistakes that all the smaller cons make.
Not to mention my personal issues.
So, instead I shall work at the Condo, taking my Mom's shift so that she can stick around and work the con.
It's barely possible that I might be helping out at the table of Curious Cat if they can get a last minute dealer space.
Hey,
piratebob!I have a MAGNIFICENT skirt for you. Size 10, goth bustle skirt.
Actually, the first size 10 who can come and get it may have it for $10.
Heh heh heh.
Otherwise, I will slap it up on EBAY.
That's enough for now.
Bed, going to bed,
bed bed bed...
Bed, falling asleep... SLEEP in BED!
(To the SUPERMAN theme)
