Month: April 2007
Friday Xenartha Blogging – Armadillo Cam
Posted on April 20, 2007 in Xenartha
When you take a good look at them, you can see that armadillos do resemble [[anteater|anteaters]]. They are, like [[sloth|sloths]] and anteaters, [[Xenartha]]. To honor these mammals, this blogging feature shall be renamed to include all the members of the order
Here it seems that someone tied a camera to the back of an armadillo.
[tags]armadillo,Xemartha[/tags]
A Film about Boobs
Posted on April 20, 2007 in Bipolar Disorder Film
Zorg (Jean-Hugues Anglade) and Betty fuck a lot.
Some Films
Posted on April 19, 2007 in Film
When I watch historical drama, I like to see some lip service to history.
The Scarring Inventions of a Hypomanic Brain
Posted on April 18, 2007 in Household Mania Originality & Creativity
Yes, squeeze that ball of molasses until it comes out as hard candy in your hand.
On a Hillside Planted with Brambles
Posted on April 18, 2007 in Cats
We followed up another sighting tonight. A Bulgarian gentleman who lives in a condominium complex where we received previous reports said that he’d seen her on the prowl. The call came just as Lynn came home from a technical professional society meeting. She found me grabbing all the catfood, the treats, a flashlight, and the pet carrier for the run down the hill.
When we got there, we spread out over a hillside planted with local brambles and a few parking lots where she might have been hiding under a car. I scrambled on my hands and knees shining the light. Then I crossed the hillside, noticing tiny pinecones and a scarlet flower shaped something like a honeysuckle. But no tracks or scat.
“We know there’s a black cat down here,” I said to Lynn. I would just like to confirm that it is ours. I pointed out an area that we had not yet postered — no harm in increasing the number of eyes on the watch.
The Bulgarian took an interest because he once owned a black cat. He reported that she was muscular and in good health if very timid. She’s started a regular track around the complex, it seems. All we have to do is be there for the appearance — if only she kept to a clock.
I remain cautious: this may be a different cat. Not until I have caught and examined it for a certain mark will I be sure that we caught her. If she lets us get that close.
For the record, the icon does not depict Virginia Mew, but Fiona Phosphor the Rotund. It just came up.
The Twisted Sense in Life
Posted on April 15, 2007 in Irony & Sarcasm Nature Pointers
Why do you think people (including me) find sites such as this droll (which means “oddly funny” for those who have never drolled)?
P.S. The veterinarian whose arm was snapped off by the croc in Taiwan got it reattached.
Separated by The Hours
Posted on April 15, 2007 in Cats
From my journal
I wish the cat that disappeared last week knew how much my heart was broken. I hold her in my hands, a memory as small and potent as the tiny kitten who slept in my coat pocket on the first cold December days of our life together. She does not hear me or come when I call. My poor baby: in your brave adventure do you realize what you have lost?
Biting the Hand that Cures It
Posted on April 13, 2007 in Photos Strange
I suspect that this beastie is now in the process of being converted into an expensive set of luggage:
[tags]crocodile,anthrophagy,gross,strange[/tags]
City of the Silent 3
Posted on April 13, 2007 in Site News
Things are moving along. I expect to have the meat of the site up by next week except for the Epitaph Browser and Last Words, both huge projects. I am a quarter of the way setting up the Timeline. Made a good start on the Folklore section and just about done with the FAQs. The Taphophile’s Handbook is coming along nicely and the Articles section is just about up to date. Plenty to see in the galleries. And waiting for my first comment at the site.
Found a couple of photographers to show me their corner of the world and looking for more. And I am watching other sites for any hint of talent in this area.
Overall, it’s still a long way to go, but I am getting there.
Prowling Like a Cat for A Cat
Posted on April 13, 2007 in Cats Neighborhood
The stretch of Saddleback Ranch Road running between the school and its intersection with Ridgeline became excruciatingly longer after we posted several “Lost: Black Cat” signs. What usually disappeared with a little pressure on the gas pedal took us five to ten minutes to pass. Even as the clock approached midnight, cars and pickups zoomed by at a rate of about two per minute. In between the engine noise, we listened in the silence for a petite meow. Our baby, Virginia Mew, remained lost.
Yesterday I ran into a man who said he’d seen a strange black cat on Monday morning. Tonight, we combed that area and plastered the stop signs with signs. I whistled for it using a formula we hadn’t used since we moved from northern California. We never did need to call her. The scent of food or the snap of a cat food can lid brought her out of her hiding places. What could we use to bring her forth?
Sites suggested that we hang posters everywhere we could think of, call vets and visit the animal shelter. In the meantime, we were welcome to walk the streets and make noises that might make our neighbors anxious or mirthful.
When I whistled the “here kitty” jingle, someone whislted back at me. “I’m trying to find my cat,” I begged. “Please don’t do that.”
Padding the streets only exhausted our supply of posters and tapes. Virginia Mew remains at large and I despair of ever seeing her again. Someone called on the phone and hung up before I could answer. Was it a wrong number, a prankster, or someone who got my answering machine with news of my kitten and who decided to call back later? In the dark, when it is quiet, I go out to the deck and whistle. Out there she must be listening. Do I do it often enough or loud enough?
And when will my neighbor get home?
[tags]cats, Southern California, Orange County[/tags]
