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OCCUPANTS Rissicat Gryphoncat Changeling
Household Interests: Final Fantasy, herding cats, anime, manga, reading, avoiding housework, more anime and reading, art, writing, encouraging artists and writers Weblog and Ficblog Links: (Header cartoon kitties by GryphonCat; BG and layout by Changeling; page title by Riss.) This weblog hosted by PITAS.com |
Rissicat When Jupiter aligns with Mars... I am in far too much of a turkey coma to be really good at keeping up with my schoolwork. But I managed to finish most of the required reading, and merely need to get down to writing a couple papers. These are likely to be born in the back seat of my Malibu, somewhere on the Penna Turnpike and I70 to Baltimore. I'll be glad when classes are over. I'm enjoying them, I truly am, but the projects are making me edgy. Therefore I growl at the people I love best and don't really want to growl at. Didn't even want a hug the other day. I must be sick. Despite it all, I'm loooking forward to the convention, to seeing all the people that I met when I lived out that way. And I'm not at all sure HOW we came to have Thorne, Luny, and ourselves all in the same state on the same weekend, but if we can get a hold of Thorne, it would be cool to achieve a Minor Conjunction. I know that Luny would very much like to meet Thorne, too. ...scratched in the box at 11:14 p.m. on Thursday, November 27, 2003 GryphonCat: In keeping with my self-imposed title ("Ghoddess of Outdated Technology"), I am continuing to have fun with old Playstation games. Old Final Fantasy games, to be specific. And I have two things to say: One -- I have summoned CLOUD! Woo! I am mighty like a nasty llama!!! Two -- I want a Ramza doll. He can even have a nose, I don't care. XD And in real news, I have a new computer. Or at least a barebones that works. But the modem still does not connect faster than 38kbps, so I gotta work on that -- or blow ten more bucks on a proper v.92 (not v.90!) modem. Oy! ...scratched in the box at 12:59 a.m. on Tuesday, November 25, 2003 Rissicat Boing!! I fall down, but I get up again; Ain't never gonna keep me down... Not sure if I'm saddened or not that yesterday was a "blah" day for any number of people, but I have a suggestion: Next time, let's form a mob and go rampaging Godzilla-like through the city. We can blame temporary insanity, and then go home and snarf chocolate ice cream (soy-based for me, please) and watch anime until our eyes bleed. On the good side, the Gods apparently do appreciate when you make an effort, by having an old friend email a job opportunity to G-cat via me. And when I got to my class last night (10 minutes late), there was a sign taped to the door, announcing that the class was cancelled. This morning I woke up before the alarm (despite getting to bed late again!), and the urge to drag all the covers up over my head wasn't there. The commute was rougher than usual, but less annoying, and as I drove into the city I thought, "Awww, how pretty." Yep. Back to normal! ...scratched in the box at 03:36 p.m. on Friday, November 21, 2003 Changeling: ...I love our cats ...and our twisted little brains that come up with comedic moments like the following: Tavi: [pounces at the edge on G-Cat & Rissi's comforter and attacks the "do not remove", etc., tag there ferociously.] Right. More coffee. Back to writing. X D ...scratched in the box at 09:34 a.m. on Friday, November 21, 2003 Rissicat Just.. bleh. For the first time in a few days it is bright and sunny in here, and even relatively warm for the time of year. And the news from the Massachussetts supreme court is wonderful to read, vindication that people have a right to equal happiness, unregulated by a government that cannot get itself out of the church's pockets. And I continue to make good progress on the SouthEast offices, and standardizing policy. So why the heck do I feel all low and out of it today? I just want to crawl back into bed. PS... Domo! ...scratched in the box at 09:59 a.m. on Thursday, November 20, 2003 Changeling: Elaboration on Auditory Hallucinations So just to clear things up on Rissi's post from a few days ago... G-Cat is still playing Final Fantasy: Tactics. She plugs away at it several evenings a week, and Riss' -- being the early-bird type person of our crew -- frequently dozes off during the non plot related leveling-up fights. The night before the post, G-Cat had just taught one of her Tactics Timmies a new Thief skill. The actual conversation snip went as follows: Me: (voice-over for the Timmie) "I am mighty! I can now steal armor!!" And finally, it's the long-awaited Hallowe'en pictures! GryphonCat's Friday Work Costume ...better late than never? ^_^;; ...scratched in the box at 12:12 a.m. on Tuesday, November 18, 2003 Rissicat She's so mean, but I don't care; Okay, I'm maxxed out for the moment on cognitive decision processes, peripheral routes, and heuristics. This would probably be easier if I hadn't already read all of this through two other texts this term. But if I don't nail down how this is presented (and any pertinent variations therein) I'm afraid that I'll get it mixed up with the other class. Four chapters of lecture next Tuesday, one last test the following week, and then two weeks of class presentations. Wow. Time really does fly. Treated myself to Indian for dinner tonight, as sort of pick-me-up. And the guilt over not doing as much for Atlanta as I'd like to is nearly gone, too. If they really want me to pick up the pace, they can get serious about getting Sandy trained to help me, rather than me having to practically beg a single bloody hour of her time each week. So there. Nyah. Truly, I can't put the blame on her.... Her supervisor doesn't actually help me in getting scheduled time to train her, forcing us to fit training in whenever the department schedule allows. Unfortunately, there always seems to be some crisis afoot that's naturally more important than me. (Sigh) The ass-hat, currently described as our cat Tavi has decided that loving me means using me for a scratching post and then clawing his way up my body to chew on my face. Argh. G-cat is currently trying to talk her employer into submission, so that we can attend the usual sci-fi convention in Baltimore Thanksgiving weekend. We've been attending the same show since the beginning of time I think, and have seen most of the things of interest (several times). But now we go to see friends, now, rather than the con itself. So that still makes it all worthwhile. ...scratched in the box at 10:24 p.m. on Saturday, November 15, 2003 Rissicat I'm just one step behind my sanity Trying to do too much at once, and feeling guilty for not being able to do it all. I just keep chanting to myself, "No sympathy for self-inflicted wounds." I agreed to take on this work - hell, I want to do this work... now I just have to figure out how to spread my old work out to others, so I have the time. On the other hand, it is resulting in any number of amusing behavioral quirks. Mostly in the form of auditory hallucinations. Fear the random beasts of my imagination! Just a suggestion for you to keep or reject as you see fit. Rather than writing about another person, why not consider writing about how love has shaped and changed you? How has it made you a better person or a worse one? (Hey, nothing is all-good or all-bad. Being with G-cat made me cut myself off from my family for years, mostly because I wanted to spend that time with her.) People affect us, and we change ourselves, all for the sake of something that is ultimately intangible.... Talk about scary - and wonderful. ...scratched in the box at 02:32 p.m. on Friday, November 14, 2003 Rissicat Scents of Wonder There is nothing in this world - or damned little - to compare with being hit in the face with the aroma of beef stew left in the slow cooker, as you walk it the day 14 hours later.... Didn't I mention that I had the greatest roomies ever, or what??! Happy, happy sigh.... Everything seems to be going much faster this year, in regards to school. I can hardly believe that this week is already Spring semester registration. I looted through all the curriculum and picked out the most likely of the lot, but my adcisor and I will put our heads together tomorrow. There's still the utterly insane thought of actually starting pursuit of my master's degree in tandem with my senior year. **quiver** Otherwise we are beyond industrious... Changeling is battling her way through NaNoWriMo, even while getting sick, and she let me see it once, too. She almost never does things like that anymore, especially for unfinished works, so I feel priveleged. The other folks in blog-land are kicking serious ass, too. This is very cool. ...scratched in the box at 10:37 p.m. on Monday, November 10, 2003 Rissicat Turn your eyes southward School still sucks up much of the leisure time, and work takes up most of the rest, but we still managed to get a little time put aside to visit G-cat's family Halloween party. G-Cat and Changeling really kicked ass and made wonderful outfits for us. Pictures pending - though I want to pick up a bit more makeup and refine my Kitsune outfit. I got to play charades for the first time in my life. Picture this: I mime, as is appropriate "Thing" - "Two words". Then I grab my own thumb and fake twisting it brutally. "Thumbscrews!" a number of surrounding people chirp up. "Torture Chamber!" yells G-Cat's younger sister, Patty. I love this family. Took me less than 10 seconds to be sitting down again. Catt, I know exactly what you mean.... I was really, really quiet when I was attending Penn State. This time around, I seem to have so much more to say - and am less scared about saying it. Work is all about changes during this time, as my responsibilites are going to be split evenly between the Pittsburgh office and the Southeast/Atlanta locations. I'm not in the least afraid of my ability to handle it, but as I told my boss, I want to make it all the way through school this time. Sadly, everything went by so quickly, I barely had time to admire the autumn colors. From the first cold snap, when the maples blush like virgins prior to their seasonal strip-tease, to the November winds that gild the lawns and driveways, I barely had time to really slow down and enjoy it. Damn. Hopefully, next year. ...scratched in the box at 05:41 p.m. on Wednesday, November 5, 2003 Changeling: (for the first time in flippin' ages) So yesterday, Gryhponcat was all kinds of sewing mighty, with a little help around the edges from me. One and a half costumes sewn in one day! woo. Can't wait to get home tonight and see what she managed to get done while I was at work. We may still have a few various accessories left to work on, but the big projects have been slain. Errr, sewn. Whatever. Her sister's Hallowe'en party is tomorrow night; after the weekend, there will likely be pictures. You have been warned. X D ...scratched in the box at 05:00 p.m. on Friday, October 31, 2003 Rissicat Catching up Last night G-cat mentioned to me that one of the things she was saddest about during Pita's woes was the fact that she had only read my letter to her once, and then it was gone. So I put my arms around her neck, leaned my forehead against her chin and said: "Wait." The G-cat interrupts me, frowning. I don't remember that one from before. I grin at her collarbone, and look up. It wasn't; I'm still making them up as I go along. This has been 22 very good years. Aishite. Regarding Atlanta. There were two highlights of my trip - three, counting the lovely weather. The first was meeting Catt, which was lots of fun, and she's just as interesting in person as she was on the phone. I really had no reason to be as nervous as I was, but there you go. The second highlight was that I was worried that I needed to kick ass impression-wise to earn the approval of the powers that be. (Those "powers" were very resistant to my flying down for three days, something that they were not aware that I was previously warned. So their warm greetings were totally at odds with their privately stated opinions.) Regardless, serious amounts of ass were kicked. I looked at their operations, compared them to National standards, and wrote up reports detailing suggested improvements. I sat in meetings with people much higher than me, looked them in the eye and told them what I thought was wrong with the system both locally and nationally. I acted like the little table-pounding German-Irish-English mongrel that I am. And they liked me. They liked how I state my mind, and can do it politely. They like that fact that I'm all surface... what you see is what you get. (Luny and Catt can testify to that, probably.) They like that I'm tenacious and dedicated to doing it right. They wanted to know when I graduate from school. They wanted to know if I could come down for a week every month. (No.) When I was out of the room, they debated whether they could trade their current supervisor for me. "If only....!" (I told you, my friend tells me everything! We trade roles as "Pinky and the Brain" weekly.) But for now, it's back to the daily routine -- work and school. My midterms came in: 2 A's and a B. My low grade is English, of course.... I have the ability to communicate, but it's certainly acquired, not native. So communicating a thesis, in the required format (MLA or APA, neither of which I learned in my previous school incarnation), with the expected degree of mastery, is not in my short list of talents. Regrettably. So I just have to try harder, much like Avis, if you remember the old commercials. Bleh. That said, I have 5 chapters to read this weekend. Ja ne. ...scratched in the box at 03:43 p.m. on Saturday, October 25, 2003 GryphonCat: Ouchies, it looks like we lost all that wonderful mushiness from the announce ment of our twenty-second anniversary on October 10th. And I only read RissiCat's wonderful message once. *sigh* Guess I'll have to say wonderful things about her all over again. First and foremost, I love you, my angel. Since the day in college you complimented my artwork, you taught me so much about how to live a good life. I've learned: Thank you for the wonderful lessons, love. I look forward to many more. ...scratched in the box at 04:14 p.m. on Friday, October 24, 2003 Rissicat I'm pleading temporary insanity.... Maaaaaa. Thorne, bad cat I for not saying "Hi!" In damn near forever. We think of everyone frequently and fondly.... Hell, I think sometimes it's purely a sanity-saving maneuver. Did I mention that I'm possibly headed for Atlanta in a couple weeks? Maybe I can stuff friends in my luggage.... The Firm will never notice. ...scratched in the box at 10:27 p.m. on Saturday, October 4, 2003 Rissicat Plague-Carriers-R-Us Work, school, study, sleep. Repeat ad nauseum.... My first tests of this term are this week, so I'm trying to get all prepped for them. Over course, I will only be able to really feel ready about 5 minutes after I'm done.... but there you go. I miss on-line activities. But at this point I cannot even get online to check my school accounts, which is a pretty bad thing. I've got to rearrange reality just a bit more. Should be interesting. For home news, I was sicker than a dog all last weekend and have generously managed to share it with my roomies. So as I'm finally starting to feel remotely human, they've begun to feel like crap. Gomen, guys.... Next time, I'll try harder to keep it to myself. I swear. ...scratched in the box at 09:54 p.m. on Saturday, October 4, 2003 GryphonCat: No post for a long time, not much of one today.... To recap our lives, RissiCat is working on this intense and hideous project in her company where they have to drag in all the accountants, managers, partners, etc. in her company and upgrade the software on their laptops. (the project is called "One Touch", but the way the software has been working, it's more like "Bad Touch"!) This in addition to her regular work (and her chosen work, which seems to involve being acting manager and dispenser-of-common-sense for the entire Northeast, Southeast and Southwest national areas of her department), and her college classes. Normally she is "not allowed" to help in the actual technical support for clients, but in this case, since she's so competent, they'll make an exception. Hunh. The Post Awful is keeping Changeling and me overtime most of the nights we are there now. Sweet Maker, I hope they hire more people before Christmas or we're gonna go stark raving mad. (Not that anyone will notice the difference or anything!) And I have the cold that Rissi' is just recovering from. It's weird...a bit of a sore throat, a tiny bit of snuffling, a very mild headache...no coughing, nosneezing, no fever. However, I have a permanent three-bowl-of-Momokawa-Pearl-Sake buzz on! Normally this would be cool and interesting, but I'm all-day dizzy and unable to concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, so I can't drive anywhere or do much today (which is my day off) and the others aren't around to amews me. Ghawd, I am bored. Bored bored bored. Serves me right for starting to draw character designs for the pirate doujin contest. I sure hope something like this doesn't happen every time I work on it. I want to keep drawing, as soon as I can focus. whoooooooo...Wheeeeeeee...purrrrple llaaama head...hee hee...lookit th' room spin.... ...scratched in the box at 08:27 p.m. on Tuesday, September 30, 2003 Rissicat A Fine Substitute For Real Life As expected, with the advent of school, my ability to do jack-over-shit besides work and school has dwindled to nothing. This is partly due to 3 courses that are all reading and comprehension intensive, so when I'm not working I'm studying. I truly dread the idea of the Finals/Projects that I need to accomplish, and may burn off the nearly two weeks of vacation I've accumulated by taking time off to survive finals. Lest you think I'm complaining, perish the thought. I love school almost as much as I love work, so this is definitely a "self-inflicted" problem. No sympathy from me, so I'm not expecting it from anyone else. However, a little more time with my housemates would definitely not suck. Everyone else has said how wonderful it was to have Ms. Luny visit, so I needn't reiterate all that. I'll just say that she has the prettiest eyes and a wicked sense of humor and she's welcome back anytime. The time was definitely too short and work-interrupted and she's welcome back anytime. We'll even set up a bio-shield this time. We promise. As for you, you are infinitely more critical of yourself than you ought to be. We all look at something after we've finished it and said, "God, that sucks. I could have done soooo much better." However, that does NOT diminish the fact that you actually did it, and that your efforts brought so much pleasure to the friends that you permitted to read your work. So there. Piss and moan all you like... we still enjoyed it. "One more thing" Dept: Kosagi, thank you so much for the belated birthday gifts. We love them. Smmmewch. ...scratched in the box at 08:02 p.m. on Friday, September 19, 2003 GryphonCat: ...Plotline! Now for outline and character designs. Dang, this is turning into a Actual Production (tm)! Thank you all for getting me going. I am nowhere near the paragon of productivity that Lunar is right now, but I do like what I get done when I really do get it done. Lunar, we are so sorry you got sick during our visit. So far the Mews seems to have dodged the bullet...but I wish it had not happened. We enjoyed every bit of the visit except watching you get sick!!! And you must come over again, or help us kidnap Twig for a visit. Since there are three of us here, it's a bit more expensive to get us all out somewhere. I may start luring friends to the 'Burgh for my vacations. (hmm...Autumn Chex Mix,Triple Chocolate Chocolate Cake Cookies, Colored Chocobo Shortbreads, Character-Shaped Sugar Cookies; I think we can get Twig here.) And the laundry is actually losing today's battle. Woo! ...scratched in the box at 08:24 p.m. on Tuesday, September 16, 2003 GryphonCat: Luny: (grab's GryphonCat's head) G-Cat: Merp? Lunar: (starts to gnaw said head) G-Cat: Kweee? Changeling: Oh no, she ate your brain! G-Cat: ( I didn't notice...) Lunar: I think I will go draw now...heh heh heh... G-Cat: Hey! Give that back! ...scratched in the box at 10:54 p.m. on Friday, September 12, 2003 GryphonIdjit Okay, I'm officially a MASSIVE moron, because "login.pitas.com" actually takes you to something that looks vaguely like the login screen, and I was stupid enough to use it, so I changed the password right away when I realized that I'd probably given some l33+ j@k@$$ our login info. Gomen, gomen, gomen!!!! ...scratched in the box at 09:58 a.m. on Saturday, September 6, 2003 GryphonCat: Wow, there is so much happening... It's so nice to read the blogs when you don't have to wait half an hour for everything to come up on the screen! Yes, here I am at RissiCat's place of work. I've been here since 7 am, reading blogs and BmB on her laptop, which has a T3 connection (I think). Yes, it's Saturday morning and she's working. Yes, she worked until 9 pm last night. No, I ain't thrilled...except with the connection. And hey, coming in to work with her is a great way to spend extra time with my angel kitten. So CONGRATULATIONS, Dave!!! I understand how tough the job search can be in the education world. My little sister just got a teaching job -- she's going to be taking care of 6th graders -- and it was after more than a year of temping here and there where she could. So you get the official GryphonCat "You! Rock!" Take a bow. ^_^ Hey, Thorne, you are absolutely right about the Wiess Kreus simile...it's one of those things that's terribly painful to watch, and yet something... itaiii... should... be... there... OUCH.... It's much easier to deal with the show when you have someone with you watching it who wants to rip into it as much as you do. Watching anime with Changeling and RissiCat is one of the great joys of my life. ("House of Mews", indeed; we sure can get catty!) Oh, and watching Saiyuki is almost like watching WK, only with animation students standing around you and hitting you every time the camera moves instead of the characters...which is almost always. ow ow ow ow ow Cookies, huh, Luns? Have we got a cookie for you...Wark! Hee hee hee! Hmm...Twig, I like your layout. Rian looks massively cool; her wing design is NOT ass, but it sure kicks it! Funny you should be trying to keep elf-free...I try to keep a vampire-free existence myself. It's strange that not one has wandered into my Chorus Line yet. I have a vampire wannabe, but he's fairly harmless, and he kinda belongs to one of Changeling's characters anyway. And as for elves, I only had one for the longest time, and when the D&D game ended, he turned into the fluffiest Pernese green rider you ever did see...also one of the shortest...and most hyper.... *sigh* Oh, and about Luny's visit, please don't worry! We have PLANS for *you*! insert evil laughter here Eh heh heh...Not apropos to anything, really, but can you tell me if there's any treat, food, or other goodie that might make you crawl into a large box without bothering to notice the postage and address on the outside? (Anyone else can answer this question too, or fink on someone else...hee hee hee...for me I think it's Botan Rice candy!) Ann, if it's okay for a near total stranger to make a request for the meme, I have one...but I will email it to you so you can at least see it is from me...! Wow, what a project list!!! maybe I'll write and beg for attention to specific things. ^_^ My project list is almost all mental. I hate to admit it, but back when I had the most inspiration to write, it was all on paper. I had bags and bags of writing on paper, lots of stuff in the Helion Empire universe, almost all of it in the form of letters to RissiCat. And one day an oh-so-"helpful" landlady, knowing we were away fro a couple of days before moving out, threw away all my "garbage". no chance for recovery...I cried and cried...it really stopped me from writing down things. May that never ever happen to you, and may you always keep your computer properly backed up. I'm actually hoping the Conjunction's challenge changes that. We Mews keep looking at each other: "hey, we have AWESOME background for this, and a whole world full of pirates, but which of the umpty-bazillion stories do we tell?" Trebuchet month may have to be extended. We have had too much fun with this. I am so glad you two liked your packages. The Mews is not rich in money but we do have imagination -- 'nuff said. Oh, and as for the character cookies, I gotta tell you that they were the last two cookies made, after the dough had been rolled out for chocobos several times. The more you work cookie dough, the more the gluten develops and the firmer the dough. So yes, Cloud and Sephiroth are a couple of tough cookies! (But still tasty ^_~) It is so good to hear that your little dragon is finally starting to talk! I was beginning to consider learning some basic sign language so he couldn't put anything over on me when we visit. Now you know what will happen...within a year or so, you'll be wondering how to get him to shut up...! Nice art on the layout, too, but yeah, I'd like to see a better resolution too. Hey! I can't get to Vel's blog! Evil Web says the server's not responding. POUT! *Whew* There, I think I have been social enough for today. All of you, and a few others whom I didn't mention, should know I read and enjoy your blogs whenever I can. Twig is right...Meat world is tough. You guys are fun. THANK YOU! (((((huggs))))) ...scratched in the box at 09:43 a.m. on Saturday, September 6, 2003 Rissicat "Rational" be damned... What IS it about meeting new people that makes me nervous? Lunar is harmless - at least that's what everyone tells me. I even believe them - most of the time It's probably just a stellar case of nerves, due to the longish work hours I've been putting in, and the start of school next week. On the other hand, I did a magnificent job of annoying the hell out of an ex-employee, by calling her at home and telling her that she could not keep the company's laptop. She did bring it back, but covered me with attitude in the process. "...and if they call me back for another assignment, I'll just turn them down." (internal response:) "Listen up wench, if I had my way, your name would disappear for all time from the corporate directory...." Ahhhh, yes. Spreading misery down the length of the eastern coast. I will be both loved and feared.... One laptop to rule them all. I think I need food, sleep, or both. Gomen. Kosagi, I remember that all very well indeed.... I was both exhilarated and terrified. I'm sure you were close to the same. (hugs) ...scratched in the box at 07:43 p.m. on Friday, August 29, 2003 GryphonCat: "Well whaddaya know! All those credit card offers are good for something after all!" The Trebuchet Reloa -- oh wait, we already used that one. Hmm... Changeling: How about FIRE TWO! Off and out the payload goes -- eeee heee heeeheeheeheehee!! ...scratched in the box at 06:06 p.m. on Thursday, August 28, 2003 GryphonCat: World's Ugliest Chocobos! Just wasted two hours of my life watching "Legend of the Crystals: Final Fantasy". For this I gave up doing the dishes. RissiCat will kill me if I don't gnaw my wrists open first.... Let's see, highlights (or lowlights, if you will): As Robin Wood has often been heard to say, "I don't make these things up. I don't have to!" ...But today, I wish I did. Itai yo...And all because I was looking for chocobo music.... ...scratched in the box at 01:17 a.m. on Monday, August 18, 2003 Rissicat Booooooooodle! The Dangerous Duo noted below have lavished us with Stuf (tm). They did not have to do that, but it is ever so cool We're trying to find one day when all three of us are in to sit down and watch said "stuf"... however, we did take a moment and page through the book. Twig-sama, I'm fairly sure that all of the delectibles contained in the instruction manual are even less trebuchet-proof than my first attempt. However, it does inspire me to build Nibelhiem. This is not good. XD Great, just great.... ...scratched in the box at 06:21 p.m. on Friday, August 15, 2003 GryphonCat The Trebuchet Has Landed... ...as of about 8:30 this morning, when something went *thunk* against the front door. Wow...talk about good aim! Bringing the projectile inside, I could only conclude that the Texas targets were retaliating for the assault we sent them in the form of a Salvador-Daliesque chocolate confection (once known as "cake" but forever transformed by the force of "Oops"). Of course, I can't investigate such a dangerous weapon myself, and even Changeling's presence in the home does not make it sufficiently safe. Only with the three of us Mews together is there a chance for survival. And so I wait until RissiCat makes it home. AAAUUUUGGGHHH!!!! I want to open it now!!! The suspense is driving me crazy! Hurry, Rissi-chan! In other news, we almost have out own trebuchet rewound and ready to fire. Now all we have to do is decide what to load it with...and where to point it. ...fu fu fu.... ...scratched in the box at 05:46 p.m. on Wednesday, August 13, 2003 Rissicat An afternoon spent pursuing nothing at all.... Better known as "gone fishin". Very relaxing except that G-cat's pole kept tangling its line without good cause. Between the two of us we caught a half dozen sunnies and bluegills and let them all go again. An exercise in mostly useless pescine torture. North Park is gorgeous and well worth the trip. Per my joking expectations yesterday with ...scratched in the box at 06:59 p.m. on Sunday, August 10, 2003 Rissicat "A plan so cunning..." Okay, maybe the tail fell off after all. And it was packaged so carefully, using those little Barbie tables that are stuck into pizzas to keep the box lid off the food. Guess it wasn't designed to withstand the utter foolishness of the trebuche. Darn. ...scratched in the box at 09:03 p.m. on Friday, August 8, 2003 GryphonCat: Be Careful What You Ask For... I am soooo getting it. The dishes are done and the counter's clean. The dining room table will have to wait as it's time for work. Can't wait to see what the Mongols do to the Post Office. Heh. help help help ...scratched in the box at 04:20 p.m. on Friday, August 8, 2003 Gryphoncat: G-Cat: The Mongols should be cleaning the table. So there!. If I can't get out of all the mundane stuff, I'll turn my characters into Mongols and make them do some of it. ...scratched in the box at 01:58 p.m. on Friday, August 8, 2003 Rissicat Hee! Our G-cat has promised to round up the Mongols so that the kitchen and dining room are all tidy again. Wheeee! G-cat is a greatest thing that was ever smeared across white bread! purrrrrrrrrr ...scratched in the box at 01:12 p.m. on Friday, August 8, 2003 Rissicat On the Road Again I made it safely back from the wilds of upper New York yesterday, Just in time to totally miss Changeling, who is headed off to the wilds of Otakon. It seems both of our jobs keep us hopping. I strongly suspect her's is more fun, for the most part. *grin* But damn, it's so good to be home. ...scratched in the box at 09:31 a.m. on Friday, August 8, 2003 GryphonCat: The Trebuchet Reloaded And there were standing in the lobby certain Mews, namely GryphonCat and Changeling, who chanced to visit "Oops" whilst on the completion of their duties of the day. One of the Servants of "Oops" spake unto them, and recounted how it was that the trebuchet had mis-fired, leaving the load of Mews-Spawned Goodness still in the bucket of the weapon of choice. And GryphonCat prayed aloud thusly: "Let it fly through a Window and not into the Roof, amen." ...scratched in the box at 08:46 p.m. on Wednesday, August 6, 2003 On Behalf of Rissicat "...And lo, it came to pass that Rissicat, frequently the quietest of the Mews, had waaaaaay too much time on her hands (and mind) and thus declared the month of August to be 'Trebuchet Month.' "She named her apparatus 'Oops' (or somesuch) and loaded it up with Mews-spawned goodness, and fired 'Oops' in a not-so-general direction. "Namely, Texas." (...well, to be perfectly honest, Rissicat prepared much ammunition, but then she got hauled out of town to audit upstate NY offices, and left G-Cat to do the loading and firing of said ammo. However, 'Oops' has been fired. Ph33r it.) ~ Changeling ~ (playing secretary for Her Out-Of-Townness... {{{hugs}}}, Riss, come back home safe, and soon!) ...scratched in the box at 10:59 a.m. on Wednesday, August 6, 2003 Rissicat Tower, are we clear for take-off? Spent all weekend cooking, which was pure joy to me, and a great deal of it was learning to cook vegetarian for G-cat, which made it a challenge to boot. I even cleaned up the kitchen afterwards (go me!), but I think I used every pot and pan probably twice over. The leftovers will be fearsome. Now I hit the friendly skies again for a 3.5 day trip to upstate New York, where I will both terrorize and render assistance to my Syracuse and Buffalo offices. All in the name of beaurocracy. I am so much better at the latter than the former, but the machine must be fed. Back Thursday... am figuring on taking the last half of the day off, depending how the trip goes. Ja' ...scratched in the box at 09:29 p.m. on Sunday, August 3, 2003 Risscat "Please tell me you meant to do that" Dept. On my way to work this morning with the sky is all lowering and gray, I was cheered by this sign posted in the window of a Taco Bell: Kept me smiling the rest of the bus ride into town. PS - Catt, thanks for the run down memory lane with "American Pie". ...scratched in the box at 09:54 a.m. on Friday, August 1, 2003 Rissicat There are two kinds of pedestrians -- the quick and the dead. The above smart-ass-ism is bought to you courtesy of the movie "The Italian Job". Damn, but that was too much fun. I can now see Twig's Mini-Cooper obsession. However, I don't ever think I could have the brass ones to drive a car like that. Daaaaaaaaamn. At work, Rachel from Atlanta has declared me "wicked smaht". I really think I like that. Rachel and my ego get along very well. Must get my tookus down to Atlanta to somehow meet all these nice people I work with. (oooh... Sucky grammar. Who cares? I have one more month before school starts again.) ...scratched in the box at 05:40 p.m. on Wednesday, July 30, 2003 Rissicat: I need a hand to help build up some kind of better side of me.
Thanks for everything. Thank you for being a part of what inspires me to do my best each and every day. I think of you all the time. {{hug}} (Sorry not more creative. Currently in sushi coma... sugar coma next!) ...scratched in the box at 03:16 p.m. on Friday, July 25, 2003 GryphonCat: I am in soooo much trouble today... I got up to the wonderful small of freshly brewed cinnamon coffee (mmmmmmm), then Changeling went out to get the paper. After a bit, RissiCat mentioned that Changeling'd been out there for awhile. She walked out, then dashed back in, growling that someone had "dumped a bunch of stuff in front of our house." Well, I hate that kind'a thing, so I got dressed way too fast, dashed out with Rissi', and this is what I found!!! Later, when the mail arrived, I found that my family in Philadelphia sent me f--err, a LOT--of birthday cards! And I am going to a Weird Al concert tonight. I guess the only thing left to do is Dare To Be Stupid! ^_^ (...not too difficult for me!) ...scratched in the box at 11:59 a.m. on Friday, July 25, 2003 GryphonCat... ...Ignore the title for a moment, please. In less than eight hours I can officially lay another decade of my life to rest. Let me tell you, I am sooo looking forward to that zero! This past ten years has had its good points (like getting a house and meeting our blog friends), but it's certainly been trying. I'm looking forward to some changes. For instance, I'm looking into going back to college! I really want that. I mean, since '93 I have worked as an insurance claims specialist, a computer artist for two different game companies, a freelance artist, a contractor technician, a full-time help desk specialist and a Postal Worker (fear me!). And le'me tell ya, when it comes to hiring time, that doesn't seem to mean Jack Squat without a diploma that says I can do what I've been doing for the past ten years. Go figure! So back to college I go, and I can't wait. Yay new decade!!! And as for the title, it's Zack. Ever since I drew him for Luny, (and well before then), he won't leave me alone. He's at his worst when I put on my one pair of overalls (yup, found overalls to fit 5'11'). He starts putting on this thick Gone-ga-ga accent, and yeee-haw!-ing all over the place. I swear I'm gonna smack him, or draw him as the quintessential hick. Yeah, embarrassing hick pictures! ...Oh, c'mon, Zack; you don't want to pose like that in the straw. Straw is sharp and can hurt certain parts...Yes, hay is more comfortable. How nice for you. He's responsible for my vegetarianism, too. Just ask me sometime. ...scratched in the box at 04:29 p.m. on Thursday, July 24, 2003 Changeling: Bury this one, quick... Rissi neglects to mention that she nearly clocked me one when, after having related the tale of the Awning-Eating Squirrel to me, I blinked at her twice and said, "So... it's awn-nivorous? [g, d, r] ...scratched in the box at 04:44 p.m. on Wednesday, July 23, 2003 Rissicat I'll take "Unusual Rodent Problems" for 100, Alex... On Friday, just returned from work, I'm checking out the mailbox for anything new and interesting, when I hear the *gritch*gritch*gritch* of something being enthusiastically chewed somewhere near to me. I look to the left, I look to the right. Nothing. I look overhead, from where I hear the noise. Nothing. gritch-gritch-gritch-gritch-gritch Well, at least the little bastard, where ever it is, is highly enthusiastic.... With dawning suspicion, I look overhead at the blue-and-white striped awning overhead, which is hoisted into the "folded" position. Damn, I don't remember that having a hole torn in it.... Sure enough, as I stand there quietly the noise stops momentarily, and a small bulge moves along one of the folds. Joy. There's something alive in our awning. I go up onto the porch, and poke at the cloth and something brown darts off the the right and out of my sight. Not wanting to do a half-assed job, and hating every minute of this, I untied the rope securing the awning and unrolled it, half expecting something furry to drop down onto me at any second. But nothing horrible happened, and I refastened the ropes and walked back around corner of the house. Sitting on Changeling's window-sill is a reddish-brown squirrel, regarding me with beady-eyed terror. I consider winging a rock or two at it, to move it on. But there's glass behind it, and my hand-eye coordination isn't that good, and I jettison the idea after mere seconds. I head inside the house and drop off all my work stuff. Pause. Eye the stairs to the second floor. Nahhhh, there's no chance that the little rotter is still there. Pause. Curiosity wins. I head up the stairs to look, anyway. No surprise to see, as I enter her room, there the squirrel sits in all it's bug-eyed splendor. "Git!" I yell through the screen and clap my hands, and off it dashes, further away from the awning. Good. I head down the short hall to go back downstairs, and glance at the bathroom window.... Nah, it had to be gone now. Just to be sure, I walk in and check that window. Good. No squirrel. I get to the bottom of the stairs and my paranoia wins the battle. Out the door I go, and around the corner of the house. I don't believe it. Hanging spread-eagle on the brickwork, and quivering like a bowl full of jello is that idiot squirrel.... "Yo! Get the heck out of here!" I stand below it and clap my hands. It stares at me, black beady eyes glittering, not budging an inch. I'm back to considering rock, now that it's without the protection of a glass backdrop. "Dammit," I yell, "I am not the vegetarian of this household! Scat!" Hiking it's tail, it bolted up over the rooftop and into the safety of the trees on the far side of the house. And if it comes back, I'm sure my Mom has a great recipe for squirrel.... ...scratched in the box at 11:20 a.m. on Monday, July 21, 2003 Rissicat She's moving out in all directions.... Started out the day with "And She Was" playing on the radio, and finished it the same way to during my daily commute. Now the song is stuck playing in my head, and will probably stay there the rest of the night. (Shrug) Eh, could be worse. At least I like the song - it reminds me a bit of G-cat. In the good news department, my business trip for next Monday has been postponed for 2 weeks, so I have time to kick back and relax a bit. Maybe I can get some stuff done around the house, like some of the yardwork. That would be good.... Fear me, weeds! I am ruthless and totally without conscience. That's why we keep the G-cat. And in the "more good news" department, I got next Friday off for G-cat's birthday, so I can plan the bejeezus out of her day, and drive her totally crazy. Sweeeeeeet! Actually Changeling and I have plans in the works, and we're keeping fingers and toes crossed that the world lets us get away with most of them. ...scratched in the box at 09:31 p.m. on Friday, July 18, 2003 GryphonCat: Yesterday we went to the movies and saw "Finding Nemo". I expected to like it, but I was surprised at how *much* I enjoyed the movie. However, a disturbing thought occurred to me -- I think of all the fish in the movie, I'm most like...Dory. Yeah (wince), I am the interminable optimist and pretty oblivious to the bad things around me (of couse when I finally notice them, it's like a bat to the side of the head!). I often sing songs that get stuck in your head and don't go away. And I tell people to just keep swimming...I mean hang in there. And I do have at least *one* thing in common with Ellen DeGeneris (who did her voice). At the very least, though, I'm not as forgetful as...as.... ...42 Wallaby Way, Sydney...oh yeah!... ...as Dory is. Ahem. Yes. In other fishy news, the Mews is down by one. Poor Cid died this morning. I think it may have been one two many cigarettes. Or maybe his tankmate Rufus kept beating him up too much. Anyway, he had not been looking too good, and he just went belly-up today. Waaah. I'm going to miss hearing him cuss at me from inside the tank! Well, as I told Changeling, I won't feel too bad when I name the next fish Cid, because it's a tradition -- there's always gotta be a Cid. ...scratched in the box at 12:48 p.m. on Thursday, July 17, 2003 Rissicat Dead, But Victorious Seventeen hours, 541 miles and one completed Audit later.... Finally home after an eight hour round trip (neatly sandwiching a 7.5 hour work day). Everything went without a hitch, and even the drive was uneventful except for having to brake for a hen-turkey that decided to play chicken with a 6 lane interstate. Yes, she made it. Her sister hens were lining up to cross as I glanced in my rear-view, and I stopped watching while we were all still winning. On the other hand I stepped in 3 piles of cat yarp within the first 10 minutes of being home. Trying to remember why I love the little beggars. Oy. Going to drop now. ...scratched in the box at 11:00 p.m. on Monday, July 14, 2003 Rissicat Working on my driver-tan Hrmmmm, can't compete with the silliness, so I'd better not try - might hurt myself. Stopped by the office today to pick up some things to take with me on the road trip to West Virginia (Charleston). Driving down in the AM, back after work. This might really hurt... it's supposedly about 3-4 hours each way. Ah well, should be pretty. Didn't get to go fishing this weekend, more's the pity, too much "real life". But I had the pleasure of trying to make vegetable curry from "scratch" for G-cat. (I love trying new recipes!!) First time I ever tried to make curry. Turned out okay - she liked it, and the sucess balanced the shame of using a pre-packaged spanish rice mix that made Changeling go "bleh" and dump her bowl to find something she liked better. Too much green pepper in the boxed mix... must remember to never feed that to her again. Aaiiee. Back home now, maybe get to see more anime tonight. Hee.  Threat rating: extremely low. You may think you can subvert the government, but if you should try you will be smited mightily because God likes us best. I am too darned amused! And since it's a day for silliness: "Cows with guns" ...scratched in the box at 03:42 p.m. on Sunday, July 13, 2003 Changeling: Out of the Litter Pan... ...as a slight and pale figure wanders, dazed, from G-Cat's Chorus Line over to the side of the bar where my crazed collection of figments resides.... Makenshi: "..'.Summoned Creature Fluffy Bad Cat'? That's not even a proper Summon; I still don't understand how it worked. That place is a weirder than the Inner World; it seems a little more sane and quiet over here." Shiroi Kumo considers the Collection of Pretty White-Haired SquareSoft Psychos [TM] in the figmentarium, lets out a faint "Eep!" and tries to escape. ...but it is far, far too late. X D ...scratched in the box at 02:05 p.m. on Sunday, July 13, 2003 GryphonCat: Unlimited Cat-astrophe Characters wander in and out of the Chorus Line all the time, but sometimes one or two make the place a permanent home. That's when they become my characters. And there's no guarantees what will happen then.... Two characters who had been wandering about finally decided to make the place theirs, and started to look around the inside of my brain. Just as they spotted "Mews", one of the more annoying of the CL's denizens told them that this is a dangerous place. "You'd better watch your step...", he started. The dark newcomer glowered, while the slender white-haired one answered tolerantly, "We'll be careful." This was what Annoying Pig-faced Man had been waiting for. "You'll be DEAD!" he chortled, delighted at getting the chance to use "his" line. (For some reason, I just cannot get rid of this guy. Ack.) A gem started to glow on the darker man's metal-encased right arm. "It moved...Soil, my strength!" The pale man shook his head. "Not here, Kuroki Kaze. This is the Mews. You can't summon...." Kaze shrugged. "Too late, Shiroi Kumo. It's already started...Demon Gun, Transform!" He turned to Annoying Man. "I've chosen the kitty litter for the likes of you!" [Makenshi: .oO('Kitty litter'?!?) O.o;;] A bullet spun in the air before landing in the demon gun. "The glistening temptation that no one should eat: Yellow Snow!" Another bullet: "The unspeakable aroma: Used-Cat-Food Brown!" The last one: "The squelch underfoot in the night: Hairball Tan!" "YOWL! Summoned beast: Fluffy Bad Cat!" And he fired the demon gun. The three colors flew from the weapon in a burst of smoke. The smoke swirled and coalesced into.... ...A brown and tan housecat named Tavi, who walked up to Annoying Pig-Faced Man and stropped his leg. APFM picked up the cat, who promptly turned into a whirling cuisinart and shredded the annoyer to pink coleslaw. The pink coleslaw crawled to the Dumpster behind the bar to lick its wounds and recuperate. Shiroi Kumo: o,@ "How did you know the author's pet could be used as a summon beast?" Kaze: "... ... ..." (translation: "I called, he came. It's the Chorus Line. I figured a cat would be the best thing to call in Mews, anyway.") ... ...I've been watching too much FF:U, haven't I? ...scratched in the box at 01:05 a.m. on Sunday, July 13, 2003 Rissicat Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face... Twiggins, don't let corporate life wear you down... it know how surreal it can be sometimes! And if I can borrow the trebuchet, you can have your omlette in a jiffy! (2 eggs or 3?) In other news, I didn't hit the lottery so all of our evil plans are on hold. Sorry. And thank you for the kind thoughts, Luny, I hope your trip was fun and lacked our ever-present humidity factor. I think I'm turning amphibian, in self defense. PS - For some reason, the Ninja Conjunction really hit the funnybone this morning. Thanks! Unsolicited zen hugs for you because the art links for OoP were really wonderful when I needed to smile yesterday. ...scratched in the box at 12:18 p.m. on Thursday, July 10, 2003 Rissicat Changeling, Thorne, and Kosagi: Thanks for all the lovely wishes. And to you too, mi corazon. Aishite. Didn't get out last night, but Twig kept me company in her own special way.... XD. We never did decide on the frosting, but we definitely agree that Petra needs to stay far away from power tools - and levels. Don't ask - it hurts. G-cat is baking me a cake that I'm not afraid to eat, and it happens to be the same flavor of the last forbidden birthday cake that passed my lips back in 1997. Pineapple upside down. *purrrrrrr* And I thank you for the thought, but the already overused scene of FF7 Zack getting offed in the game (no matter how well done, in places) is just too depressing to put into the blog. The encouragement is appreciated, though. ...scratched in the box at 01:11 p.m. on Tuesday, July 8, 2003 Gryphoncat: Happy Happy Cat! Well, Changeling's message is one heck of a hard act to follow... (pause to frown at the howling Chorus Line, end up shaking head and sighing instead) ...so I'll just say this: You've shared twenty-one of your birthdays with me, darling Rissicat. Thank you for all those years of love and laughter. It's amazing that you get the birthdays, and I get the gift of another year with you. Happy happy birthday, Angel-cat. May you have many more, may they all be wonderful, and may we spend them all together. Love, your Grif'nCat ...scratched in the box at 10:55 p.m. on Monday, July 7, 2003 Rissicat And the sound that we make together; Is the music to the story in your eyes... FWEEEE??! The Mongols gave it BACK! The diningroom table! Thank you, thank you, thank you! That is such an awesome prezzie! Fmmewch! Now the absolute best thing in the world would be for you both to get out of work early... (crossed fingers, hope, hope, hope....) ...scratched in the box at 07:40 p.m. on Monday, July 7, 2003 Rissicat by the gleam of the Irony Light Oro? G-cat gets her wish, and me all unknowing.... Yes, I finished the FF7 fic, but 6 pages is a bit long to post on Mews, I think... It's fic right out of the game, Cloud and Zack, and not particularly happy to boot, but now it's out of my brain. Contented sigh Hoping maybe Twig would be willing to beta me? The roomies already read for spelling and incoherence. ...scratched in the box at 03:37 p.m. on Sunday, July 6, 2003 Gryphoncat: Wicked Kitty Rissicat has been working on a short Cloud fic for some time; it's not in anyone's universe but hers. I really hope she finishes it, and I really hope she posts it on Mews. If anyone agrees, they are certainly welcome to say so. ...scratched in the box at 02:15 a.m. on Sunday, July 6, 2003 Rissicat Silence of the Mews Gryphoncat's brought us mostly up to date in her own inimicable style, so I'll forgo that. I will however say this summer has turned out to be quite a learning experience. I've found that I can juggle work, school, and limited fannish activities without losing my mind or most of my sense of humor. (Although there were times when it was too tired to come out and play.) For the last two terms, since I managed to keep up with three classes for the last two terms (about 9 hours a week of them), I figured that one class twice a week four hours a night should be a snap. Silly-assed me. The three main papers that he mentioned in his syllabus at the start of the course were supplimented by weekly one-page commentaries on the films we'd seen or other topics. Fortunately I have a very high bullshit factor in my makeup, and usually have to force myself to shut up, rather than be at a loss for words. Due to time constraints however, many of these papers were written over lunch hours, when I could find the time to take them. Some were hot off the library press, printed thirty seconds before the beginning of class. Work probably won't be much quieter, regardless, since my coworker Annette (Wash DC office) and I are now providing assistance to the entire SE section of the company's offices, monitoring their statistics. I've got to take an hour or so and read the barrage of emails. I want to make sure I know what they expect since it's about 20 or so offices, ranging from Alabama eastward to the coast and Florida up to Virginia (where our own MidAtlantic office area starts). Oy. We've come through this all remarkably unscathed, except that the house has a vague "the Mongols have passed through here" look to it. Maybe I'll invite someone who doesn't really know what we're like to come visit. That virtually obligates us to clean like utter fiends in the effort to keep up appearances..... Than again, maybe it's too damned hot to even begin to think like that, and I'm just cruising for a serious bruising from the roomies. Heh. All in all, I've learned that I'm still only rank three out of nine in my personal circles of "mighty". Getting organized is just so darned hard. And I AM going to finish my Cloud fic. Dammit. Before it goes away on me. After that it's definitely catchup time for the blogs. I really miss having the time to read them, so I have lots of incentive to get my act together. Oh yeah. Today, in the mail: "Business and Professional Ethics" = A. Woo! What a great way to end the week. ...scratched in the box at 10:17 p.m. on Saturday, July 5, 2003 GryphonCat: Eating Bugs at Over Eighty Miles an Hour Woot, ah say; woot!!! Gomennasai, everyone; please forgive me for not blogging enough. I've been trying to eep up with things but the house, the lawn, the laundry, and the general insanity of early summer conspired against me. Hopefully now that the accident is past, RissiCat is out of school for a couple months and her office move is completed, my medical tests all say I'm normal (HA!!!), and I have a box of computer parts that should create a functional machine when I've assembled them, I can get back to blogging regularly and socially. Until then, I leave you with this story: Wednesday was an absolutely wonderful day. Rissicat, who has been going to school and working and flying to various offices until I forgot what she looked like (so we went and cut her hair but that's another story), managed to get free from work by about 1:30 pm. Which made sense because everyone else in the office got out at 12 noon. It was the Company Picnic Day, which was set for July the 2nd, and then all employees would get the 3rd and 4th as vacation days. And then the weekend...that's 4 1/2 days in a row! Yowza! Most company picnics are challenging affairs at best, but Rissi's firm, in a unprecedented flash of brilliance, decided to hold the picnic in a pavilion at the local amusement park. Kennywood, a National Historic site, has been operating since 1898, and two of its buildings date back to the beginning. It has a gorgeous Denzel carousel with the original calliope functioning therein. But it is best known for its roller coasters. Kennywood has some of the best wooden coasters in the world on its grounds (The Smithsonian magazine said so some years ago!), and I love 'em all. It's also built near a ravine, which gives it's biggest coaster, the Phantom's Revenge, a 228-foot drop (when you're only expecting about 150 feet!). The Phantom's Revenge is a wonderful metal coaster...you get on, fly, speed, drop, twist, and hop like mad, and get off the coaster all happy with nothing hurting...unlike the original Steel Phantom, which could shake your spine like it was a string of rattles. I thought I had found the most fun coaster ride ever. Then, near the end of the day, I asked Changeling (as Rissicat is most protective of her spine and wishes not to return to the bad ol' migraine days) If she minded if we got in the line for the front seat of the front car. Thirty minutes later, I was jittering like mad, bored outa my skull, and worried that Rissi', waiting at the end of the ride, would scalp me for losing her the last half-hour of rides while I went for a silly thrill. We could have ridden at least twice, maybe three times while waiting for that front car seat. Was I a fool or what??!? Heh. What. Twilight had given way to night while we waited, and the park was lit up beneath us as we climbed the first long hill. We spotted Rissi' and waved and hollered like eediots, but her attention was elsewhere. Then we got to the top of the hill and hung suspended in midair for the looongest time as the rest of the coaster crept over the crest. It looks like there's nothing to keep you from falling, and yet you dangle helplessly until the whole thing starts to fly. Down a ravine, through the Thunderbolt (the best wooden coaster ever), up and around and.... Well, to make it a bit clearer, I'll tell you that I never really scream on a roller coaster, I laught like a lunatic the entire ride. Every time. Till now. I screamed and whooped the whole way through. (It's over 24 hours later now, and I'm still hoarse.) You'd have thought the sonic vibration woulda warned off the bugs, but no such luck...I think three of the little beasts committed suicide on my face (thank goodness I wear glasses!), and one did its best to make me break my commitment to vegetarianism. And somehow it was still all part of the fun of the ride. But if I ever eat bugs again, I think I'll try it at a slightly more sedate pace. After all, these things should be deliberate. Blee. And Woot!!!! Ya know what? Changeling loved it too, and Rissi' forgave me. ^_^ Life is soooo good! ...scratched in the box at 12:50 a.m. on Friday, July 4, 2003 Rissicat and Gryphoncat I know that it's a bit late in the day to post for you, but we really, really haven't forgotten... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHANGELING!!! Hugs and all from your well-meaning but waaaaay too disorganized roomies. ...scratched in the box at 08:58 p.m. on Friday, June 27, 2003 Changeling - The Effects of Heavy Stress on the Character Closet So G-Cat and I were pausing in our mad campout preparations to snarf some food, so we wouldn't pass out on the floor later. Her characters were being rowdy, and she threatened to beat them with a frying pan, which led to the following exchange. (Quick note since we've never mentioned these figments before - Ember is a semi-reformed incubus; Burke is one of G-Cat's winged Aquilians.) G-Cat: "Ka-WHANG!" [pause] "No, Chorus Line, I don't care what the sound effect was, I did NOT hit you with one of those!" Great, now he's got an angel fixation! >,< This could get my li'l demon boy in a LOT of trouble down the road. (Like your Michael, Burke is quite het.) [takes deep breath] Right - back to prepping. See everyone after the weekend! ...scratched in the box at 04:01 p.m. on Thursday, June 12, 2003 |
