November 15, 2011
Hola. I've been kind of busy lately. There's plenty of napping that needs to be done, and only so many hours in the day. Anyway, Mom and Dylan have been looking for apartments for months now. Things aren't going so well. Mom refuses to "move overseas," as she calls it, to the East Bay. (She has a fear of an earthquake happening as she takes BART through the Bay, which would cause the tunnel to collapse, quickly sealing her in a watery grave.) Dylan wants a dishwasher.
Ah, a dishwasher! In this pair's bourgeoisie daydreams lie hopes of an apartment with a dishwasher. Sometimes, when they allow their hearts to speak their truest wishes, they wonder what it might be like to have laundry in the apartment.
Mom had these things and more (a jacuzzi tub!) when she lived in Chicago. Looking back on things, her apartment there was pretty swank for $750 a month. And it's where I used to live, too, when I was young. For reasons that should be apparent in this photograph, I greatly enjoyed the dishwasher. My scoundrel of a brother preferred the laundry setup. That is why he is so short; his legs shrank in the dryer.
November 02, 2011
The video has been processing for approximately 48 hours. Maybe if I publish it, it will show up?
November 01, 2011
IN THIS CORNER, we have MINOU, heavyweight champion of Liberty House! This five-year-old tabby isn't lean or mean, but he is certainly a purring machine! Fueled by more than his fair share of cat food, he likes to lay low until his opponent saunters his way. Then, ba-dow, how do you like him now!
— he's dished out a cat-slap before anyone noticed.
IN THE OTHER CORNER, we have MILO, blogging wundercat! Just a bit younger than brother Minou, Milo's claim to fame is his short stature and raspy roar. Though he can seem aloof at first, don't you dare get him near his catnip-stuffed lemon toy. At that point, Milo's eyes glaze over and his hind legs start a-kickin' — and you'd best pray you're out of this Munchkin's way.
October 28, 2011
Last year, I was a chicken. Milo made fun of me, but I said, "Everybody already knows I am brave and noble. Ergo, on the one day of the year when you dress up as something you're not, I am dressing up as a chicken." I sauntered out of the living room with my head held high, then sneaked off to the food bowl to eat my sadness away.
This year, as you already know, I am going as Judge Reinhold in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Mom and Dylan are dressing up as Princess Leia and Han Solo, and they seem to think I am going as Jabba the Hutt. I can't imagine why they would see a resemblance.
October 27, 2011
Over on brother Milo's blog
, a bunch of people have been yukking it up over my "pirate" Halloween costume. Little do you foolish hucksters know that I am not going as a pirate for Halloween. No, this is my tribute to Judge Reinhold in Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
I'm assuming Milo will play the part of Phoebe Cates (Phoebe Cats?) in a red bikini.