I read the news today...say what?
I did mention at some point that this journal was going to be saved for "I has a kitty" types of posts. Well, as that's the case, I can't think of anything more appropriate: we has a kitty.
His name is Captain, and very soon efbq will have up the pictures. He is currently directly behind me on the chair, crawling do]w[nthe
Yeah, that would have been, "crawling down the arm onto my laptop" before I tossed him on the floor. Yes, he is a kitten of very little brain and very voluminous purrbox, and absolutely everything is fascinating to him. His birfday was apparently 4 April. "Captain" is the only name we could all agree on, as we all had different captains in mind; mine of course was Captain Jack, since we just returned from the shore (nautical Captain), after being taken to our special island (Billy Joel), plus he has this peculiar way of mincing along and swinging from furniture, and we originally thought he might be a girl (~ Sparrow), and he's also a complete and utter slut (~ Harkness)...so forevermore, to my thinking, Cap'n Jack he shall be.
No, Ginger hasn't returned to us, and we don't know what the deal is there. She's chipped, so we're holding out hope that she'll be returned to us someday...but it's been a source of quite a bit of upset for us.
In other news, I was roped into going to the beach for four days at the end of last month, returning on the first of this one. I was not enthused about the trip, to be honest. Work wasn't going well, and I felt I should be concentrating on that and on work for The Exchange and on the Johnson campaign and other matters, and I wasn't looking forward to the crowds and to getting caught in traffic. But frankly, I hadn't any idea how much I just needed the damned vacation. In fact, it was too short. The traffic and crowds were quite tolerable, and the weather was perfect - even the one downpour we had was of the get-soaked-and-giggle-a-lot variety and it waited until evening. The food was surprisingly good, magnificent at times. The whole idea of just getting up and not having anything which must be done...ignoring the cel phone and only occasionally getting online...felt too, too weird; I don't think I'd adjusted to it quite before time to come home. The kids were angelic, efbq found every used bookstore on the island, and I just found myself darned happy the whole time.
(I think I need to post to pgbbl about my idea for placing a baseball team in Ocean City. There is just something about the city that excites my muse; one of the times I was there I invented some great supervillains for my Hero campaign. Note to self: when planning to write a book, head to the beach.)
Prior to setting off for the beach, I landed my first role in a while, or since I welched out on The Odd Couple (which I still feel bad about), scoring the role of the Soothsayer in chickenhat's and rcpfiles's production of Julius Caesar for the Rude Mechanicals. My character is a loopy li'l geek who appears at various inconvenient times during the play with something important to say and gets blown off entirely by everyone else, which is to say that this role will not involve any actual acting on my part.
In training for this role, I will be going to Chicago to serve as a delegate from the state of Maryland for the Green National Convention later this week - this despite not having my hotel room booked yet. This is, thank Ghod above, the first convention in a long while in which I will not be in the leadership, and my candidate got shellacked in the primaries; thus, nothing that happens there will be my fault, really...and yet I have an uncomfortable feeling about the whole thing. A feeling of foreboding about one's party is quite familiar to those who are Democrats, and is new this year to those who are Republicans - but I'd hoped I wouldn't have to deal with it as a Green, particularly when I, as a member, have had some personal influence on events in the past.
Oh, and btw, yes, I'm looking for a new job. When you consider that at this point, I don't have access to all of the systems I need to - still - and also at this point, I don't have any idea who my manager is, since he's being reassigned and no one has been named in his place, it's time for me to split. Heck, given their track record, they might not notice until I'm already at another job...
His name is Captain, and very soon efbq will have up the pictures. He is currently directly behind me on the chair, crawling do]w[nthe
Yeah, that would have been, "crawling down the arm onto my laptop" before I tossed him on the floor. Yes, he is a kitten of very little brain and very voluminous purrbox, and absolutely everything is fascinating to him. His birfday was apparently 4 April. "Captain" is the only name we could all agree on, as we all had different captains in mind; mine of course was Captain Jack, since we just returned from the shore (nautical Captain), after being taken to our special island (Billy Joel), plus he has this peculiar way of mincing along and swinging from furniture, and we originally thought he might be a girl (~ Sparrow), and he's also a complete and utter slut (~ Harkness)...so forevermore, to my thinking, Cap'n Jack he shall be.
No, Ginger hasn't returned to us, and we don't know what the deal is there. She's chipped, so we're holding out hope that she'll be returned to us someday...but it's been a source of quite a bit of upset for us.
In other news, I was roped into going to the beach for four days at the end of last month, returning on the first of this one. I was not enthused about the trip, to be honest. Work wasn't going well, and I felt I should be concentrating on that and on work for The Exchange and on the Johnson campaign and other matters, and I wasn't looking forward to the crowds and to getting caught in traffic. But frankly, I hadn't any idea how much I just needed the damned vacation. In fact, it was too short. The traffic and crowds were quite tolerable, and the weather was perfect - even the one downpour we had was of the get-soaked-and-giggle-a-lot variety and it waited until evening. The food was surprisingly good, magnificent at times. The whole idea of just getting up and not having anything which must be done...ignoring the cel phone and only occasionally getting online...felt too, too weird; I don't think I'd adjusted to it quite before time to come home. The kids were angelic, efbq found every used bookstore on the island, and I just found myself darned happy the whole time.
(I think I need to post to pgbbl about my idea for placing a baseball team in Ocean City. There is just something about the city that excites my muse; one of the times I was there I invented some great supervillains for my Hero campaign. Note to self: when planning to write a book, head to the beach.)
Prior to setting off for the beach, I landed my first role in a while, or since I welched out on The Odd Couple (which I still feel bad about), scoring the role of the Soothsayer in chickenhat's and rcpfiles's production of Julius Caesar for the Rude Mechanicals. My character is a loopy li'l geek who appears at various inconvenient times during the play with something important to say and gets blown off entirely by everyone else, which is to say that this role will not involve any actual acting on my part.
In training for this role, I will be going to Chicago to serve as a delegate from the state of Maryland for the Green National Convention later this week - this despite not having my hotel room booked yet. This is, thank Ghod above, the first convention in a long while in which I will not be in the leadership, and my candidate got shellacked in the primaries; thus, nothing that happens there will be my fault, really...and yet I have an uncomfortable feeling about the whole thing. A feeling of foreboding about one's party is quite familiar to those who are Democrats, and is new this year to those who are Republicans - but I'd hoped I wouldn't have to deal with it as a Green, particularly when I, as a member, have had some personal influence on events in the past.
Oh, and btw, yes, I'm looking for a new job. When you consider that at this point, I don't have access to all of the systems I need to - still - and also at this point, I don't have any idea who my manager is, since he's being reassigned and no one has been named in his place, it's time for me to split. Heck, given their track record, they might not notice until I'm already at another job...