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First off, when phyncke made me a great Christmas icon it put me in the mind of the other Christmas / Holiday icons that I just had to have over the years. It makes me wonder where all these great graphics makers and if they knew how I used to really look forward to everything new they'd put out. Some of the artists and the communities may have been re-named or in some cases just gone but I wish them all well. :)
It's that time of year again. Some folks decorate a tree I decorate my space of the net. This year it involves creating hex-colors for the season and some discussion I created at Colourlovers @: In the Influence
Oh, and the cat. poor little Lilly her first Christmas last year I dressed her up as a pink elf princess. She wasn't really having anything to do with the hat. This year she has a simple candy cane collar that I love from my friend Sarah -- she gifts her God-cat well! This is also my second Christmas without Cleopatra, but I really loved her so I like to think she is watching out for me even now. Sometimes I'll put my hand down to pet something and there's nothing there, maybe when you love something that much they visit you? I'd like to think so. I know my Grandpa watches over me so would it be such a stretch to believe the same for animals?
I haven't spoken to either of my sisters in a long time and we all love blues and jazz. Ms. Etta James was the first thing everyone wanted to talk about. I'm always out of the loop I thought for the longest that "At last..." was sung by Ella Fitzgerald. Shows what I know. I am sorry to hear that Etta James is terminally ill her hook at the start of that song is song is memorable it really can't be replaced. Chris said Beyonce played her in the movie Cadillac Records, I'll have to check it out I think even Sue might have seen Etta sing in person. Then again she's so many people I'd love to have seen live including B.B. King. Well, at least I got to meet Buddy Guy that one year in C'dale.
Okay, so I was wondering when someone knocks on your door and you ask who is it does the other person say nothing in return? That's what it's like where I live. You can't count on the mailman or a neighbor to say anything in response except my smart Alec friend Sarah she'll say she's here to rob me or something but the difference is I KNOW when it's her. So, here is what happened and all my fault I'll just say that up-front. I was downstairs doing laundry and I turn around and this guy gets the basket for me which I can do myself & I tell him that but he continues to carry it -- to my door. When I turned around he was in my apartment. I am okay. This isn't THAT kinda story. He wanted me to show him how to look something up online I did and then I kinda hoped he'd leave but it took over four hours.
Fast forward to day two there was a knock at my door I ask who it is and no one answers but that's typical in this building, I don't know why, and I didn't see anyone out the peephole. Another knock same response. I open the door a crack and peek out and it's that same guy only now he thinks my place is like is like the fucking library. Sure, I'm a reader but who isn't? Took forever to get rid of him so i had to be rude.
Now, I don't answer at all because lately there have the constant knocking on my door at all hours -- when I know it's just that guy. I had no problem with that guy other than the fact I couldn't get him to leave until the second day when he started to bring up sex?!!!!! One I am GAY and if I wasn't? After meeting him I would be. Second, a normal conversation isn't hello hi how are you and by the way *lewd remark and then he says you don't have to worry about me... then he says but don't put it past him to try* GRRRROOOOSSS!!!!
People want to know why I am not more *sociable* here well that's why. I think I will go back to being quiet me. But can I report any of it since I let him in, in the 1st place? Can I borrow someone for the holidays to be my ass-kicking body guard?
Btw, I'm listening to: Swinging Christmas @ Pandora
and
Christmas Radio
