New video.
New version of an old song.
Motherfuckin' PUNK.
YEAH!
Or should I say:
OI!
Love it, love it, love it.
Sid would be proud.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Late-Night Letter to My Friend
Dear SS,
Firstly, thank you so very much, you know for what. You mean the world to me. *hugs and kisses*
Secondly, I Hope you're well and taking time for yourself. What book are you into right now? I'm reading a 'guilty pleasure', James Patterson's Lifeguard. For me, Patterson's like mental sherbet: a good read that isn't too complicated and clears my mind in between more involved novels. *laughs quietly* Hell, you're probably thinking to yourself, "James who?" while marking your place in the volume of Kierkegaard you're reading. (I'll take you to a bookstore sometime and show you his stuff.)
Thirdly, I want you to know that I'm alright. There's just a lot of major concerns going through my world right now. Please don't think I've left for good, I haven't. Granted I spend more time here than 'there' lately, but I do still read it every day. It's kinda like crack, you know it's bad for you but you just can't give it up. ;)
Well, baby, it's late and I'm sleepy, so I'll tell you goodnight for now. I Love You, remember that. Beyond the stars lies the great Unknown...maybe, if we look closely enough, we'll find it.
My heart to yours, always.
J
Firstly, thank you so very much, you know for what. You mean the world to me. *hugs and kisses*
Secondly, I Hope you're well and taking time for yourself. What book are you into right now? I'm reading a 'guilty pleasure', James Patterson's Lifeguard. For me, Patterson's like mental sherbet: a good read that isn't too complicated and clears my mind in between more involved novels. *laughs quietly* Hell, you're probably thinking to yourself, "James who?" while marking your place in the volume of Kierkegaard you're reading. (I'll take you to a bookstore sometime and show you his stuff.)
Thirdly, I want you to know that I'm alright. There's just a lot of major concerns going through my world right now. Please don't think I've left for good, I haven't. Granted I spend more time here than 'there' lately, but I do still read it every day. It's kinda like crack, you know it's bad for you but you just can't give it up. ;)
Well, baby, it's late and I'm sleepy, so I'll tell you goodnight for now. I Love You, remember that. Beyond the stars lies the great Unknown...maybe, if we look closely enough, we'll find it.
My heart to yours, always.
J
Monday, January 12, 2009
The House of the Rising Bun
We've been talking about pets tonight, L's various ones and my two. There's been some of the most hilarious instances involving one or more of them over the years. Of course, there's also been a fair share of unhappy, even heartbreaking, moments. We try not to dwell on those if we can. Luckily, the funny times far outweigh the sad ones.
I never thought cats and rabbits were compatible housemates. Boy, was I wrong: I feel at times like they're plotting together to take over the apartment. Dumplin, my older cat, is 11 and a half; he's the sleek black Bombay in our Photobucket pics. He is absolutely the smartest animal I've ever met. PinklePurr (or Pinkle, or Pinks for short) is L's older bunny; he's almost 9, and is an albino New Zealand. He is easily as smart as Dumplin, just as sneaky too. Then there's Raindrop (Rain for short, or Rainybow, or Rainman--which should tell you something...); he's my almost-9-year-old grey tabby Manx perpetual kitten. (Comes from running full tilt, headfirst, into the base of the couch over and over when he was only a few months old.) Last but not least is Logan, Diva Bunny Extraordinaire. He's either 6 or 7, don't remember (he was 2 when she got him either 4 or 5 years ago), is a silvery-grey Netherland Dwarf, and is what you might call...temperamental. O_o
Dumplin's 'signature encounter' with a rabbit came several years ago, when we lived in Atlanta. L had gotten a female bunny not long after we moved there, a beautiful black-and-white lop she named Powderpuff, Powder for short. (She was the only female animal Dumplin has spent any amount of time around; all our current ones are male.) One night L and Powder came to visit me and Dumplin (this was before Rain). The two animals were playing Chase Me around the living room. Now, keep in mind that Dumplin's always been kinda high-strung, kinda jumpy. Well, he was sitting in front of the TV, grooming his chest; Powder was halfway across the room, hiding behind a piece of cat furniture. We saw her crouch low to the carpet, wiggle her booty, and start running toward Dumplin like mad. He didn't see her until she launched herself at him, airborne for a few seconds. His eyes widened in surprise right before she hit him full in the chest. They went rolling head over heels across the room, probably four or five times. Dumplin pulled free first, looking at Powder over his shoulder at her like "FUCKIN HELL!" Powder stood there looking back like, "Yeah, you BETTER run!"
Dumplin has never interacted with rabbits the same way again.
Next time, a Pinkle story to (maybe) entertain you. :)
I never thought cats and rabbits were compatible housemates. Boy, was I wrong: I feel at times like they're plotting together to take over the apartment. Dumplin, my older cat, is 11 and a half; he's the sleek black Bombay in our Photobucket pics. He is absolutely the smartest animal I've ever met. PinklePurr (or Pinkle, or Pinks for short) is L's older bunny; he's almost 9, and is an albino New Zealand. He is easily as smart as Dumplin, just as sneaky too. Then there's Raindrop (Rain for short, or Rainybow, or Rainman--which should tell you something...); he's my almost-9-year-old grey tabby Manx perpetual kitten. (Comes from running full tilt, headfirst, into the base of the couch over and over when he was only a few months old.) Last but not least is Logan, Diva Bunny Extraordinaire. He's either 6 or 7, don't remember (he was 2 when she got him either 4 or 5 years ago), is a silvery-grey Netherland Dwarf, and is what you might call...temperamental. O_o
Dumplin's 'signature encounter' with a rabbit came several years ago, when we lived in Atlanta. L had gotten a female bunny not long after we moved there, a beautiful black-and-white lop she named Powderpuff, Powder for short. (She was the only female animal Dumplin has spent any amount of time around; all our current ones are male.) One night L and Powder came to visit me and Dumplin (this was before Rain). The two animals were playing Chase Me around the living room. Now, keep in mind that Dumplin's always been kinda high-strung, kinda jumpy. Well, he was sitting in front of the TV, grooming his chest; Powder was halfway across the room, hiding behind a piece of cat furniture. We saw her crouch low to the carpet, wiggle her booty, and start running toward Dumplin like mad. He didn't see her until she launched herself at him, airborne for a few seconds. His eyes widened in surprise right before she hit him full in the chest. They went rolling head over heels across the room, probably four or five times. Dumplin pulled free first, looking at Powder over his shoulder at her like "FUCKIN HELL!" Powder stood there looking back like, "Yeah, you BETTER run!"
Dumplin has never interacted with rabbits the same way again.
Next time, a Pinkle story to (maybe) entertain you. :)
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