You really need to mouse-over the video and click to un-mute the sound – that’s what makes this great.
Yesterday we had to lose our dear kitty Fred to cancer. Yesterday our car window got busted out and car soaked in rain. Yesterday I learned I must have major-ish surgery (I’ll be fine). Yesterday a major project at work failed. I turned 40 a week ago… I do love my life. Sorry for venting and using language but unequivocally yesterday, Life: fuck you and kiss my fetid ass. I will not allow you to bring us down.
Fixing computers always demands feline supervision…
Cleaning out my closet… How could I not post this pic? 🙂
Or synchronized sleeping?
Feline open parenthesis?
Two cat posts in a row, I know, but they’re just so damned cute…
So ignored. So unloved. So abused. Life is hard.
They now have a deeee-lux apartment in the sky…
Got it for free from a friend who’s moving….score! (thanks Brad!!)
I’ve been blogging for a decade. 10 years already… huh!
While this is certainly an interesting point in a time line, it’s really only an electronic analogue to a diary. I’m sure many people have been keeping diaries for longer. Nonetheless I’m kinda tickled to meet this milestone. I started “blogging” before “blog” was even a noun or a verb; indeed before it was even a popular catchphrase. Indeed I had my first web page back in 1995 (See my “Deep Archive” link above)
That’s a lot of time and bandwidth (timewidth?) dedicated to my own banter. What have I accomplished in that time?
As it turns out quite a bit. I became a true adult (still out for some debate). I had a successful consulting company (official corporation even!) and then transferred clients/closed it after my clients became successful and got gobbled-up by other, bigger corps in what became the dot com bomb. I moved to California and back. I bought a house. Got cats. Sold a house. Bought a condo. Used five different types of blogging software. Stumbled into a great relationship. And generally observed what made me laugh and ranted upon the stuff that irritated.
As I look back at some of my entries it makes me smile and laugh a lot. Also I cringe a lot…was I THAT shrill, really? Or was I THAT stupid, really? But that’s the deliciousness of time and becoming older — the cumulative benefit of your experiences always makes you wiser and wiser.
So what will the next decade have in store? Who knows….That is what is fun, and worth living!
P.S.: I’m going to attempt to add these old entries to my database. So if you subscribe to the RSS feed you may see a slew of new entries. I’ll be careful to set the date in the posts properly, but I’m unsure if they will appear in the RSS feed because they are “new” entries as far as the database is concerned…
That was fast…Sam says “thanks!”
What was that…around 5 minutes maybe? 🙂
No need to bicker about “off shoring” in IT, we’ve been over looking a PRIME resource right here at home that will work for naps and food!
So it was working great and then I had to use the camera for something else — go figure. I never use it in 3 years and then I have 2 needs for it at the same time.
Hopefully it will be back in a week.
Introducing the latest nerdy thing — CatPostCam! I know — very old school these days. But bound to be entertaining for me when I’m at work and want a break or want to waste some time. And hey, if it makes me smile that’s all that counts on this here blog!! 🙂
You can see it over yonder –> in the sidebar.
I finally had some time to clean my photo pile and get some of that organized. I downloaded Picasa from Google — and I’ll be if that ain’t the best little utility ever for organizing and creating photo albums (once you find the time).
The scary part, though, was Picasa found everything — and I mean everything. So some editing had to take place! 🙂
I organized a bunch of stuff including the full set of photos for my recent Paris trip. Here they are:
Full Paris Compilation:
Misc albums that amused me:
I, however, was highly amused.
Time for cat baths! The boys keep themselves pretty clean, but a few times a year they need some extra help. It also serves as their flea dip and in Wintertime I do notice they get dandruff — so of all things I crack an egg over them and smear it around after the shampoo and rinse real good — I swear by it. Super soft and cuddly they are now!
Usually they are pretty well behaved, but this time Sam threw a fit — he was just not in the mood and wasn’t having it if he had anything to do with it. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t, and in the tub he went…
Fred, on the other hand, was a champ this time — it took me perhaps 5 minutes and I was done. I turned to get the towel–quickly–and there he was just standing there, in the water.
So I expect them to give me attitude all night, and then back to normal in the morning — when the food dish is empty! 🙂
This morning I’m slowly wakin’ up, sippin’ my coffee. Nice Saturday morning — not much scheduled.
So nature calls for me to take my regular-like-an-alarm-clock morning ritual. I go to the bathroom, swing the door shut and hear it not latch totally — big deal, it’s just me. I sit down on my throne and prepare to do battle. I make note to buy more TP as I’m nearly at emergency levels — I’m down to the last roll. I hear the door creak open. In comes Mr. Samuel. Not that this is odd, he visits me many times in the morning ritual usually and promptly leaves. However what he does this morning is pretty damn funny. He directly, without hesitation, goes and smashes himself into the basket I use to store extra toliet paper (gotta have backup ready, you know) sits up all pretty, and just stares at me, looking so proud of his accomplishment. I get the giggles, and I go into “toot-toot-toot” mode on the can. Which leads to more laughter and I can’t stop and my gut hurts so bad. Maybe it’s just me, I thought this was so funny! Sam sat there so proud and beaming, like this was his major accomplishment for the day.
Anyways, he sat there long enough for me to finish, get the camera, and take a shot.
Then while I’m composing this blog entry, apparently Sam was not satisfied with the ridicule, er, attention I gave him in the bathroom. So he decides to pick a fight with Fred. Again, my cats are just something. I feel kinda bad as they are getting used to such a smaller space compared to the house. It was still funny, though.
This is my cat Sam. Obviously he’s very comfy in my seat, oblivious that he shall soo be ousted. He thinks it’s his seat. Oh, how wrong he is…