This is what we're like, and although Taubin's isn't quite that furry and keeps his whiskers a little shorter, he's still my sweet little white fluffy little ball.
Hat tip to Wildrun!


This is what we're like, and although Taubin's isn't quite that furry and keeps his whiskers a little shorter, he's still my sweet little white fluffy little ball.
Hat tip to Wildrun!
Look! There goes another one!
Now the more curious of you will have clicked that link and fallen right into my trap.... mwahaha. Alright, not so much a trap as "my new blog that I'm test driving". See, that doesn't have the same exciting connotation as Trap at all.
So, after five years of being here on Typepad, I'm considering upping my stakes and moving on over to Wordpress. "Why?" *gasp* I hear you exclaim in shock and awe, well let me tell you (yeah, like I wasn't going to give you an essay about this)...
Well you see. The reason why I'm here on the NotFree version is because I wanted the ability to customise the look of the blog however I saw fit, and Wordpress doesn't have that same ability, as much as their "1400 different designs to choose from' would lead you to believe. No, it appears that this extremely simple yet surprising elusive design is a particular level of cool that manages to evade those 1400 designer's grasp. See, I'm a type of cool that you just can't learn from a text book (it takes years of mental instability).
Typepad has been extremely good to me during my quaint little blog's life. It's been there, through the hard times and the fun times, through the flying fur and the contented purring (referring to Oliver and Booti and in that order). But I'm not the blogger I once was (appropriate blame should be passed to Taubin for that), and I can't now justify the hosting fee for something I just don't get the same amount of pleasure out of, and the customised design no longer hold that value for me. Also, they're constantly changing their layout and format and well, as much as I like change, I don't and it's annoying me. And it doesn't play nice with the iphone so I can't 'blog on the go' like all the cool kids are doing.
So it's over to Freebie Wordpress for me. Please don't hate on the rubber stamped design too much, it's beyond my control. I did the best with what I had. And you'll hurt it's feelings.
And, that's the story. Shall I read you another?
My hair, or more specifically the curls in my hair, are annoying me.
And by "Presidential" I mean Weather.
One of the ideas I'm thinking of, seeing as all but one last inane drop of enthusiasm to blog has left me, is to move to flickr and have a photo blog.
That is the only logical conclusion I find myself at.
I blame Taubin, so if you're most unhappy with the apparent lack of blogging, I say gather up your pitchforks and let's have a good old fashioned angry village mobbing!
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen,
Or is it a dream?There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, oh, into the dark.Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
bright eyes.Bright eyes,
burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
(and for the nonAmerican readers, a 401K is a retirement plan - I'm not exactly sure why, maybe $401,000 is the magic number you need to have before you can click through the turnstyle of the magical roundabout that is retirement).
Little Pierre has been badgering me for quite a while about Disneyland. "We're only an hour's drive away, why haven't we been yet" and "I want to go to Disneyland, take me to Disneyland" and "everyone else gets to go to Disneyland but me, why don't you love me enough to take me to Disneyland" and then it turned to threats; "Take me to Disneyland or I'm going to mix your coloured laundry in with your whites and turn your shirts pink". Knowing my extreme dislike for pink (the colour, not the singer) I succumbed and last weekend we went.
I expect you will now berate me as a hypocrite and shout the name Turncoat with harsh callousness in my direction, and I put my hand up and plead guilty as charged.
And if I had misspelt icing I'd be a CakeWreck, sadly I'm not that decorative.
Although it's not quite an impostor, and for my own sanity, I'm going to call this 'Art'. It's just a good thing Lego's Stealth Hunter runs security here.




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