I went flat, and I went up a staircase and I got this golden thing and then this guy named Zugel came up and almost killed me, and then I almost killed him too, and then I got outside to my team, and then we did a real battle, and one power's thunder, one power's earth, and one power was laser, and one power was God power.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
goodbye to this blog
Thank you, dear reader for your loyal endless support. But now I must let you know that I have decided to officially close this blog. One reason is because I never write anything. The reason for that is becaue I realized I reached my limit for what I am willing to post about myself publicly! And let's face it, anything interesting that anyone would actually want to read, would be the really good stuff, that I ain't gonna write about!
It's been a good experiment in memory. Bringing them up is a bit of a pandora's box as well however, and perhaps at this point in my life I need to focus on the present more and a bit less on the past. Maybe I'll try again at some point, or use some of this material for my dream blog. We'll see!
It's been a good experiment in memory. Bringing them up is a bit of a pandora's box as well however, and perhaps at this point in my life I need to focus on the present more and a bit less on the past. Maybe I'll try again at some point, or use some of this material for my dream blog. We'll see!
Monday, January 3, 2011
my cats
Being a stay at home mom, it has occurred to me that I probably spend more time with my cats than with any other living being, even my kids, if you count the hours that they sleep with me. All this time has enabled me to learn to speak "cat." This is good and bad. Good because I can tell what they are feeling and what they want, but bad because it can be hard to ignore, very similar to whining children. "I said i want OUT!!! Wake up and feed me now, or I will smack your face!!! This food is horridly substandard, I prefer fresh caviar" etc etc.
One cat in particular, we call "Super," has devised a fail-proof method of being let in and out of the house. We have an outer door with a screen on top and glass on the bottom, and with a loud dramatic thump, he flings himself to the top of the screen, holding himself in place, stretched out, with his claws attached to the screen holes, like Spiderman. This has attracted much attention from passersby, even causing minor traffic jams as people stop and stare in amazement.
One cat in particular, we call "Super," has devised a fail-proof method of being let in and out of the house. We have an outer door with a screen on top and glass on the bottom, and with a loud dramatic thump, he flings himself to the top of the screen, holding himself in place, stretched out, with his claws attached to the screen holes, like Spiderman. This has attracted much attention from passersby, even causing minor traffic jams as people stop and stare in amazement.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Janis
There was an angel on tv, and her voice sang everything in the world that could ever be expressed and suddenly I never wanted to hear anything else and I had to find out who she was? "Oh," said my mom, casually, "that was Janis Joplin. She's dead."
That feeling again. Growing up in the 80's, I felt like I had missed the boat. We read the books and listened obsessively to the music of 15 years ago, most of them dead or done making good music. Seeing Julian Lennon was a search for what his dad must have been like (sorry Julian.) Seeing Jimmy Page's band "The Firm," where he at least did his cool bow/guitar thingie, but he explained he was getting old and they had to bring a chair out to the stage for him to sit down during one of his guitar solos. There were some exceptions of course, like the actual Grateful Dead, thank goodness I managed to catch the tail end of that.
I think I must have felt like that until I heard my first U2, the "Unforgettable Fire" album. Then people like the Talking Heads and Sting, real quality stuff. And now I know that I was really wrong, there has always been so much outstanding music, then and now, if you know where to look for it.
That feeling again. Growing up in the 80's, I felt like I had missed the boat. We read the books and listened obsessively to the music of 15 years ago, most of them dead or done making good music. Seeing Julian Lennon was a search for what his dad must have been like (sorry Julian.) Seeing Jimmy Page's band "The Firm," where he at least did his cool bow/guitar thingie, but he explained he was getting old and they had to bring a chair out to the stage for him to sit down during one of his guitar solos. There were some exceptions of course, like the actual Grateful Dead, thank goodness I managed to catch the tail end of that.
I think I must have felt like that until I heard my first U2, the "Unforgettable Fire" album. Then people like the Talking Heads and Sting, real quality stuff. And now I know that I was really wrong, there has always been so much outstanding music, then and now, if you know where to look for it.
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