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My kitty now hates me. I accidentally stepped on her and she spent all of yesterday hiding from me. I went searching for her because kats hide when they are hurt or sick, and I was worried. Ben and I searched high and low and I finally asked Lucky to lead me to her. His tail stuck straight up in the air and he trotted up the stairs, turning and looking at me and thinking "follow me! I know where she is!" so we followed him up and he went to closet and stuck his nose in and thought..."she's in there look!" I looked and she wasn't there. I told him she wasn't there so he took me to a pile of dirty towels (where she was the day before and thought, "this is her favourite place to sleep" and I said. "No Lucky...that's YOUR favourite place to sleep." and he thought back, "well FINE! I'm having a sleep then you kat stepper onner!" I found her behind Dan''s bedroom curtains on his window sill with her nose up in the air. She was avoiding me and Lucky was helping her. He's always thinking at me like that when I talk to him. And I hear him as clearly as if he speaks out loud.
From My NatGeo newsfeed...ancient skull fuels theory homo sapiens interbred with neandertals. And to quote a farker...and their decedents ran for the Kansas board of education. Actually, it breaks down some more of the conceit that H. sapiens is somehow different and special. We aren't. There isn't any difference between us and the cavman...as anyone who's ever attended a monster truck show can tell you. The Geico cave man nods in approval, check his rolex and realizes he's late for his cricket match.
It's the long weekend! I have no idea what we will be doing or if we will be going anywhere, but I'm certain some of it will be spent sitting in a car while driving to or from somewhere that is not home. I hope as we drive we don't see any of these road signs. Especially the bottom sign of page three. Although there used to be a one way street off Weber that terminated at a dead end sign at the train tracks with no streets coming onto or off of this one way street. Hasn't everyone felt at one point or another that life is a dead end one way street? OOOOOO! How EMO is that? a dead end one way street! Get out the eye liner and the black t shirt!
Oh yes, here's the website for the atelier of Lesage, master embroiderer house. Ther's a school, almost 7000 euros to learn hook-needle couturier embroidery. I think it would be worth it! There's a couple books available, and a couple kits. Kool!
okay, so I'm as much an atheist as the next person, provided the next person is Richard Dawkins or Sam Harris or Austin Cline...but there's something not quite right about these t-shirts...something a bit like Hester Pryn was forced to wear in The Scarlet Letter. They even mention the scarlet letter, and the idea of outing...didn't gays get a copyright on that one? I dunno...I like the flying spaghetti monster shirts better. When I wore that one I had stranger come up to me and remark that they too were atheists pastafarians. Here's a whole bunch of far better atheist t-shirts from Cafe Press.
And that's all for now! I just got a notice that my website's terms of service has been updated...and it's three scrolls worth of tiny tiny words...looking for magnifying glass...
