For Franny

Cat from Hell met up with her first up close and personal encounter with Nature this evening. I knew something was wrong when she wouldn’t respond to the call of the dinner bowl. Investigation revealed a Cat too engrossed at the balcony door to be willing to break her rapt gaze for something as mundane…

That’s all the room we now have for title display in the most recently updated list on DD’s homepage. I’ll have to keep that in mind, since I like titles that either fit completely, or cut off at a critical word, leaving people anticipatory or misled. A cheap trick I know, but paid authors do…

Yeah, I’m still here. I mostly just lurk at the moment – making the circle to my usual diary haunts without leaving much in the way of comments. For anyone who’s wondering, sorry about the stealth mode, but my brain seems to be short-circuiting when I try to go into response mode. I really do…

Not a good end to the day last night. The Socialist did something that upset a lot of people, and when I tried to tell him why they were upset he got angry. The unspoken accusation was that I was being disloyal. He threw a few articles of clothing around the bedroom, told me to…

I don’t do on-line tests anymore, as a rule. They’re fun, but they really aren’t what my diary is supposed to be about. So I have to blame MoonRidden Girl for getting me sucked into this one. I couldn’t put the results into her comments easily, so I’m forced to actually post them in my…

Took that “art test” I’ve seen popping up on a few diaries today (don’t know where the original source was). When I got the results, I honest-to-god laughed out loud. How painfully appropriate: If I was a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch’s The Scream. I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of…