Return of the Writer..

Okay, so.. hold back your shock, I decided to try out this blog thing.. again..

WTF? Why is this oddly elusive girl suddenly starting a blog now, you ask?

Well, a few reasons:

1. I have a lot of conversations with myself. NO really.. like all the freakin’ time. Sometimes in my head (like, who doesn’t? Get off you high horses, you all do it too) and then sometimes out-loud, especially in the car (yep, I am sure all the people driving by me think either I got a wicked ass little earpiece, or I am bat-sh*t crazy... which I am but seriously, stay on topic people). Anyways, point being, I talk to myself a lot, and I am damn funny sometimes (that could be the crazy talking, but get off my back!)

2. I always wanted to be a writer, ever since I was a little kid writing ridiculously bad stories (like the one about a little kid pulling a prank on his evil older sister on Halloween, which I totally stole from an episode of Highway to Heaven)

3. I am a big loser and bored a lot

4. I suddenly remembered I HAD a blog started.. and since I like to talk to inanimate object, I might as well talk to..er.. this blog. Which I completely expect no one to read, so since I read it outloud while I am writing, it is really being told to my cats, Dr. Zaius & Baby Rår. And my Fish. And the Pikachu keychain at my computer desk..

So, to that end, here is my first post.
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Well, actually I really had nothing to say other than that right now, cuz I gotta go clean out my aquarium (we’ll save my aquarium obsession for a later time.. yep, hold back your freakin’ enthusiasm, I know yer totally stoked =P). .


So... er.. here is a funny picture:

And the cat came back...

So... I almost lost my good Doctor Zaius this weekend.

Came home ater a movie, and baby Rar was pretty pannicked..mouthy, needy, following me around... I kinda figured it was her usual neediness.. and we (me and my friend Rico) were only at my house for a few minutes before going to a birthday party. when we heard a weird scratching in the kitchen. We searched every cupboard, but no Zaius. I call to her, we search the whole apartment, no Zaius... and I was beginning to panic, when Rico hears the scratching again... from a cupboard she was not in. He looks closely, realizing that the cupboard is not as deep as the wall... climbs on the counter and sees the tiny little dark hole at the back of the top of the cabinets. The plumbing is behind the rest of the cupboard, but they must have not needed all the room so they boxed it in, leaving a 4 inch by 5 inch dead space, 2.5 feet deep (I measured it later)... with no cover, just a rough hole in the wood. And my good Doctor Zaius LOVES to be on top of the cupboards.. So, Rico reached down into the dark tiny hole and could just grab her hind legs, the space was too narrow for him to even reach further to grab her by the belly or anything, so after a few tries and the poor now howling little Doctor squirming, he managed to pull her out by her feet, like a rabbit. And, unlike Dr Zaius, she did not scratch or bite him when she came out, he just puther on the window ledge and she sat there... stinking, grimy, wet down half her body, her face and mouth filthy, her fur matted and shedding like crazy. She was hyperventilating badly, mouth and eyes wide open... . I watched her pant for 10 minutes as she just lay there letting me rub her down with a wet towel, and she just soaked in our attention... and did not move. Eventually the breathing calmed, I fed her, cleaned her up and put her on the floor, and she just sat back down. Rico was a little worried maybe he had wrenched her legs, although he had tried hard not to. I made her walk though and she seemed ok, I guess just a little tired. It took about a day afterwards for her to get back to her old rambuncious persnickety self... but for 24 hours she wadled slowly around the place.... poor girl.

I was a total weapy wreck of course during the incident. I had been out for hours, so who knows how long she had been wedged face & paws first down in this little hole, peeing on herself, suffocating, unable to move... thank gawd cats have nine lives... I think Dr. Zaius has already used up 2

or 3...*whew*.

And thank gawd for Batman Rico, who saved the good Doctor from certain doom. And Rar is muuch happier now that her sister is back safe and sound....

Blog bewilderings...

I've never done a blog before. I always wondered how someone started one. What do you say in the beginning? Sometimes I wondered why one started a blog, but, being a writer by nature, or at least, formally a writer and now long out of practice, I CAN understand the inherent therapeutic nature of writing. And, as a consistent rambler since childhood, I can calso understand why sometimes you just have things to say.. in fact, sometimes a LOT of things to say, and nowhere to put them.

So why not a diary? Why not a leather-bound diary with a little gold locks and colourful lines pages like people had in days of old? Why make it public?

Because we live in an electronic age, full of addictions to computers and media and email and electronic communication of all varieties, and the sense of privacy and personal affairs has become more and more unknown. Perhaps it is part of our inherent yet constanty fruitless desire to feel less alone, that somehow publishing personal oppinions makes us feel more connected, and therefore less lonely. Perhaps it is just because it is easier to make your journal look pretty with changeable sidebars and pictures and borders and themes.

Peronally, I just did it partly because I like HTML and I like editing things. =) .. So I guess I have a blog because I am a computer nerd, and an editor.

This still brings me back, however, to the unanswered dilemna about what one says in the beginning. Does one just begin rambling? Does one introduce themselves? If you are writing a blog assuming you may not tell anyone about it, and that the blog is mostly for your own benefit, this seems pointless. So do you just begin talking about things with little introduction? If no one is to read it save myself, it is irrellevant to explain where my points of view come from.. yet is is a public communication by the fact that it is on the internet, so one assumes someone MAY in fact read it, and this will just end up being a confusing montage of things that make little sense to those that do wander into my blog....

Oh.. woe.. so many questions... so much confusion.... so little sleep....

In the beginning...

There was only words. There was confusion and apprehension, for never before had such a thing been done. There was trepidation, for the words were to become public, and there was little understanding why. There was a sense of derision for following the mainstream of chatrooms and blogs and forums. There was bewilderment at the prospect of maintainance... and there was also a sense of wonder wether the action would be therapeutic in it's creation. There was wavering desires for the introduction, and sleepy ramblings at 2 am in the beginnging of creation.

Why am I here?