by Kitty on February 17, 2010
Rosie has some serious gas tonight. In fact she’s so melodic she’s scaring herself.
She loves sitting in Grampa’s chair but tonight she thinks the chair is evil. While she was sleeping, she passed a triple syllable, loud & squeaky *pfffft* of gas, causing Jim & I to both look over at her. She was staring at her butt, trying to figure out what happened, and jumped off of the chair. She sat by me for quite awhile and continued to stare at the chair. She doesn’t trust it now, seriously.
She’s somewhat of a fraidy cat, scared of random things… lamps, boxes, baby gates… just about anything that’s out of the ordinary (ya, big mean ol’ bulldog). So when something apparently tried to pop her in the rear-end on the chair, must have been the chair.
So she’s been pacing, looking at the chair, coming back to lay by me and “pfffft’ing” frequently. They usually doesn’t make any noise but they are deadly. I think her tummy is a little upset. Should probably let her outside again.
Poor baby.
by Kitty on February 4, 2010
“Know what’s weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change. But pretty soon, everything’s different.”
by Kitty on February 3, 2010
At the very least, I do validate the topsy turvy links on the linkola page of Art Beat Street once in awhile. Surprisingly not too many disappear. One site that was very disappointing to me was the Glubibulga (slap-press) site who greeted me with an odd sex/porn type o’ ad overlaw. Huh? I just revisited and it’s not there… maybe it’s a one time cookie thing, who knows.
I realize there’s a bazillion more artists and sites and collectives, but a few years ago I guess I just gave up. Especially when so many of the new sites have groovy thumbnails & such, ya know? I wouldn’t mind doing an interview on occasion, so I’m not ruling that out… in fact, I think I just had a little lite bulb appear above my head… hmm. We shall see. Maybe it’s just like that other idea I’ve been pondering…
I dunno, do you think the site is still useful? Even if a little antiquated?
xoxo
by Kitty on January 29, 2010
I don’t know what the deal is lately… are my Taurean stars aligned to the left of the Goddess Ceres? or am I in a retrograde love/hate relationship with the Angry Food Deity? I can’t stop eating this week! I have no idea why. I am possessed. Searching for that magical food that will satiate me longer than an hour. Of course, I don’t buy things that would probably do the trick – no sweets, no big fluffy cupcakes, no ice cream—I guess that’s a good thing.
So I eat a piece of yummy bread w/PB & bananas… have another yogurt… slurp on a few more SF popsicles. Grab another mozzarella stick. Apple? oh I s’pose, might as well chomp that sucker down too.
It’s not so much the content as the action. The wanting to eat. See? If I had my damn edamame beans it would be a no brainer. Nope, still not available.
Oh well, this too shall pass… right? Like, before I gain a kazillion pounds?!
(Yes, I am exercising – so maybe I’ll just gain 1/2 a kazillion lbs)
