Solstice Updatia

I will be celebrating by getting a ride to lunch in a Solstice.

Okay, so it's really not much of a celebration, considering that ever since my co-worker bought the car, he's been driving about 50% of the time...

Speaking of co-workers, a former co-worker of Deb's - who, coincidentally, was, at an earlier time, also a co-worker of the Solstice-owner's roommate - now works for an insurance company, so we sat around going over numbers last night, and they look mighty bleak.

Of course, I've got to get Deb to finish editing Full Moon Poetry so I can get it submitted and hopefully make enough to cover postage and maybe a chai, or, at least, a bag of chips. I do plan on depriving you of any further poems in an effort to make a few pennies there as well. That's moving at a glacial pace - although I didn't post the last of the June 4th round, I haven't written any others since. Good news on the short fiction front, a couple characters stopped by to say hello last night when I should have been sleeping. They'll appear in an urban fantasy taking place, at least in part, at Mount Auburn Cemetery (a few glimpses of which can be seen on my Flickr photostream.)

At first it was going to be a short riff on a de Lintian conflict between old and new world fae. If you go along with those who claim Widdershins is, itself, a riff on Gaiman's American Gods, then it's even less original, but then if you do that you should probably point out all the other relocation tales of conflict here and throughout the world. Same old theme, even if it's just someone knew moving into the house across the street, doesn't mean people still haven't figured out how to deal with it gracefully. All that, however, might just be backstory, because when the second character introduced herself, it appeared that her story might be even more interesting than that of the young hob who fell asleep in the wrong place and the wrong time, and woke up a short while later - for one of his ilk - with an ocean between him and his homeland. I still don't know enough about either one or the other, or the third party who rather resented the arrival of the first, at first, to hint any further...

Since I have a few recent arrivals to the ol' flist - and a few of them are relatively locolocal - I figured it would be a good time to mention that I'm willing to accept money to teach guitar or to assist with planning and implementing landscaping. Nearly anything for a buck, eh? Twenty per hour, to be more specific. At least double that - maybe more - for anything related to programming, database design, or web-type-stuff. I'm less willing to consider that sort, or have it interfere in any way with the day job.

Anywho, enough rambling.

Happy Standing-Still-Day!

By way of kradical

1) List the names of every cat you've ever owned.
Three Maine coons: Tasslehoff Purrfoot, Tanis (brother), Tika (and, although a lot of people ask where we came up with the names, I'm sure most of my flist has at least a vague idea where they came from...)

Technically, we also have Dead Tanis, although only after the fact. And, for one week, while I was still in elementary school, we had a little golden fluffball of a kitten named Peter Criss, but had to give him away due to allergy issues.

2) What is the most memorable moment you have had with a cat of yours?
Watching Tas perk up when, after a long documentary where lionesses battled hyenas, the maned man jumped up, thundered across the Serengeti, and swatted the hyenas left and right. Tas stood up, walked to the edge of the bed, and cheered. He had never paid attention to the television before that one scene, and he never paid attention after that time.

3) What is the saddest moment you have had with a cat?
When Tas died. I remember walking along the canal in the rain.

4) What is the oddest moment you had with a cat?
When I found out that either Tika or Tanis had been seen chasing a bear. Or maybe when Tanis chased the frisbee. Or when Tika practiced being a pointer. Or when Tanis chased the German shepherd and chocolate Labrador off the property. Or when Tanis and Tika follow us on walks throughout the neighborhood - they like to keep watch over us and are very protective, especially when we walk in the woods. Essentially, they think they're dogs. And yes, Tanis does hide under chairs and get all pitiful when the DETM are out and about.

5) Would you ever give a new cat an old name?
Sure. If a cat told me his name was Methuselah, who am I to tell him no?

Oh, and an ice cream wagon with ringing bell and Beach Boys blaring just wandered through the cubefarm. So, caramel sundae. Yum.