Dear Dear Diary
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Happy Dog Freak Out Night!

I've already removed the window from the screen door. Both dogs can just barely reach that edge. So when any child comes to the door, I can stand there and hand out candy while they bark and bark and bark.

The Basset can be petted. Kenya will bite. If we don't turn on the entryhall light, they will only see teeth coming from out of no where because she is black. So they get trick AND treat at our house.

Kitkats and Reeses cups this year.
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Friday, October 19, 2007
I watch CMT because it has a higher video to annoying crappy shows like "I Love Hulk - Really 4" with actual videos until 2 pm. Sure if I sprang for another $10/month I could another box and have all music all the time, but we all have to make financial sacrifices these days.

I've never had anything against Country music really, except it's not given to diversity at all, and my twang starts slipping. (Go on, name a country music star that is anything other than Caucasian. You probably can't, can you? There's Cowboy Troy, whose music is rather Honky-tonk meets Hip-hop and down right dancable, and *once* I saw an African-American lady singing on CMT, but definitely no Hispanics or Asians). The humor is wonderful- there's more than just Weird Al, and even the big stars aren't above laughing at themselves. (For the record, Brad Paisley can check me for Ticks any time he wants, which will probably be never, honestly)

Few things beat Country music for the heartfelt love song. But it easily goes to far. Rascal Flats has a song out now called, "Take Me There," and I think this can easily be nominated as the Stalker Theme Song.


There’s a place in your heart, nobody's been,
Take me there.
Things nobody knows,
Not even your friends,
Take me there.
Tell me 'bout your momma, your daddy, your hometown,
Show me around,
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out.

I want to know, everything about you THEN.
And I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare,
Take me there.

Your first real kiss, your first true love,
You were scared.
Show me where,
You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care.
I want to roll down main street, the back roads,
Like you did when you were a kid,

What made you who you are,
Tell me what your story is.

I want to know, everything about you THEN.
And I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me there.

I want to know, everything about you,
Yeah, everything about you baby.
I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me, take me, take me there,

I want to roll down main street.
I want to know your hopes and your dreams.
Take me, take me there, Yeah.
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
Got Religion Take II

It being Sunday, I feel a little guilty about sharing semi-blasphemous sites. But they're funny.
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Thursday, October 11, 2007
Got religion?
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Sunday, October 07, 2007
The letter I want to send to my brother right now.

Yardape, What the Fuck are you doing bringing home a new kitten? Sure little Jocko is adorable- a little white ball of fluff in your hands, scared, and looking at the camera. And I'm sure both Aidan and Riley were pestering you to bring him home.

But may I remind you of the cat I have upstairs in my spare bedroom? One adorable ball of fluff you could not resist bringing home one Kissmoose for your pregnant wife, who became so traumatized by your household he lived under your bed for *two years* during the daytime and only came out at night, because the dog sleeps under there? He was absolutely terrified of being petted, and even now, after 2 years of our home, he would still rather give the softest licks in the world than ever be petted. He still is scared to come out in daylight. He still rarely sits in our laps.

And may I remind you of the unknown fate of Midnight, a cat you dumped at a shelter a month after giving me Pepe. You told me when I took Pepe that you didn't have the money to care for him, but you thought you could get by with what you had- two boys, two cats (BJ and Midnight) and your big bouncy dog Sosa. But you got rid of Midnight too. One less mouth to feed. A solid black cat, roughly 7 years old, entered the shelter season. You want me to dig up the odds of her finding that happy family to take her home? They are pretty god-damn slim, and the odds of her being put down as "not very adoptable" or a "we're out of room so we have to kill somebody" culling of the shelter within a month or two of her surrenter are extremely high. You have Midnight's death on your conscience, but you will conveniently ignore that for the hope that maybe she'll be okay. I bet you didn't even donate money when you left her there. They have to pay for all those mouths too.

And it's been two years. Just two years. BJ has made it clear to you that he will not tolerate other cats. He attacks them and terrorizes them. You now have a daughter, just learning to walk. And now you're bringing home yet another kitten. You're a fucking idiot. Because I know damn well that it won't be too long- say another two years, and little Jocko won't be little any more. He'll have learned to hide and you won't get to play with him like you play with big goofy Sosa. You won't have him in your lap because Jocko will be too scared to come out and love you- BJ would rather savage him than allow this. So you won't feel guilty when you take him to the shelter, you bastard, or dump him on me, because by then, maybe one of my senior cats will have died- Sassy can't live too much longer, you may even already think in the back of your mind. Diabetic cats don't live long on insulin, and she's already 15ish. There'll be room at the food bowl and you know I love cats. Convient for you.

Not convenient for me.

Now I don't know what other options little Jocko had. I really don't. Maybe you found him stuck in your truck engine- it's getting colder these days. Thump your hood before you start the car. Maybe it's a backyard litter bred by other ignorant fucks who "wanted their kids to experience the miracle of birth" or just didn't want to neuter their cats. Maybe Jocko would have gone to the shelter next week just the age he is. The adoptability ratio at his age- and he looks about 8 weeks in that picture, almost too young to be taken from his mom- is fantastic. And maybe, just maybe, they'd be a better person to take care of a pet than you.
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This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares. I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.

Other places I go:
Georg's Research
Help local kitties
I have relatives. Be afraid
Blessed is the One True Tami
Tata the Bodacious
Obligatory Yarn Harlot
It is impossible not to love Sandi Wiseheart once you've met her
The Tsarina
Holiday Yarns
I like the name Twiggi
Who to blame for my sock addiction
Maybe the cleverest blog title
Romancing the Yarn
Why I read Romancing the Yarn
Get an ab work out with laughter
My Kitty Obsession
You meet the nicest people playing video games
I'm such a fanboi
One of my stalker targets
The other stalkee
I just love Josh (the cat)
Josh the Cat and friends
Pet politics
Pet Care
If I were a sheep, I'd be Delores
I live here now
Not Your Mama's Crafters
Make a Lily Pad

Anything not marked might be just me, Georg, posting as myself.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before. Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.

Story X
Reserving this for one-offs, poems, etc.

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Marriage is love.

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