So my cousin's kids were watching the Disney Channel one day and this cartoon pops up called Star vs. the Forces of Evil. I only saw half an episode, but it really stuck in my head.
There's just something about Star's character design that I love.
Went to Motor City Comic-Con. My daughter loves Godzilla so got her a great original drawing from Gavin Smith. Made my daughter happy and supported the arts simultaneously!
I just finished watching the final episode of Downton Abbey with my dad, and I am so, so happy. I have a lot of dear memories of that show, and the people in it.
This place. It just struck me while reading these comments above how much I need this place when work is hectic as hell. I go in here, read some posts, chillax then get back to work. This place soothes my soul.
So I was feeling a little down today, money has been real tight lately, and M' Lady has been working out of town alot. I started feeling a little sad, as she did, about not really being able for us spend time together on her day, and for myself, not really being able to send her something special for her B'day today.
As I was walking about the mountain this morning, a bit down, I started to notice how I was surrounded by tall trees, thick foliage, and wildflowers. I came across some daisies and mountain laurel in bloom and I thought to myself, well, nature is as good or better than any florist so why not.
And ya know what, I found I was able to at least send her a little flower arrangement after all, by phone.
She seemed to enjoy it, so it soothed my soul at least a little, and I hope it did hers as well.
I reckon that sometimes helping others, helps us help ourselves sometimes.
This morning my nutcase cat had oodles of fun with a wadded up ball of paper one of my kids threw behind a chair. It was hilarious watching her stalk it, catch it, play with it and then parade around the house with it in her mouth like it was a noteworthy kill!
@Balrog99 Hehheh. Kitty cats do like to play their little hunting games. My little yard cat seems happy with bringing me mice, chipmunks, and baby rabbits in exchange for cat (poor lil critters ) food. I tell her she doesn't have to but insists on doing so anyway. Like that piece of paper I guess we can take the house cat away from the hunter lifestyle but not the hunter out of the cat. Ya gotta like that independent and chaotic nature of cats though.
@Balrog99 Hehheh. Kitty cats do like to play their little hunting games. My little yard cat seems happy with bringing me mice, chipmunks, and baby rabbits in exchange for cat (poor lil critters ) food. I tell her she doesn't have to but insists on doing so anyway. Like that piece of paper I guess we can take the house cat away from the hunter lifestyle but not the hunter out of the cat. Ya gotta like that independent and chaotic nature of cats though.
That's why I'm a cat person. Chaotic good to the max!
@Balrog99 Hehheh. Kitty cats do like to play their little hunting games. My little yard cat seems happy with bringing me mice, chipmunks, and baby rabbits in exchange for cat (poor lil critters ) food. I tell her she doesn't have to but insists on doing so anyway. Like that piece of paper I guess we can take the house cat away from the hunter lifestyle but not the hunter out of the cat. Ya gotta like that independent and chaotic nature of cats though.
That's why I'm a cat person. Chaotic good to the max!
I have to see if Cally will let me get her picture now , She's usually too busy 'baking bread' with my beard when close, hehheh. Not sure why she is fascinated by it. Maybe she thinks she can find something in there. Sometimes though, and you all will know what I mean, those little pitty claws get extended a LITTLE to much doing that
As an aside, anyone here heard the sound red foxes and bobcats make sometimes out in the dark? Sounds like a screaming girl, nice n spooky. My first house I built out in the middle of a long leaf pine forest on the coast. So between them and ALL the whipoorwills we had there, I think my favorite author, Lovecraft would have even liked it, with the special attn he gave those and cats in his writing.
Those sounds were strangely soothing to me, probably because of reading his works.
I also lived at the time about 10 miles away from where the History Channel showed up for 'The Beast of Bolivia" episode for the 'Monsterquest' series a while back. A large cat of some sort was their conclusion. I figured it MIGHT (if true) have been a wayward eastern cougar, roaming way to far, rare as they are in the south now. Course we also had a nearby ;'personal zoo', that eventually got shutdown due to bad conditions. Anyway, one of the tigers got loose for a time, soo... don't know. But it was the talk at the time.
Thinking back on it, I think most of mine have been personal rescues, or ones that were outside and adopted me, as is now, which, IMO, is what cats do, adopt US, really, not the other way around. So independent.
Haven't heard bobcats here in Michigan but I have heard whipoorwhills. I grew up in the sticks so between those and the owls, the nights were pretty lively. My family is originally from Minnesota and my great grandmother owned a cottage on a lake there. The sound of the loons on the lake were haunting and beautiful. A great memory of my childhood...
I remember the haunting beauty of the loons from my childhood as well. I remember feeling there was something quite special, mystical about them. The beauty of their song in the evening and the way they would make a distraction if our little rowboat came to close to their nest. Coming closer, then pretending they were in distress and suddenly popping under the water.
It’s funny, I find the sounds made by a pack of wolves exciting, but the sounds a pack of coyotes make always chills me to the bone. It doesn’t help that any sweet tempered cat that we have ever had here has ended up some coyotes dinner. It takes a street smart, ornery critter to survive the coyotes. Our current cat of 10 years more than qualifies.
My sister once had a cat named Lumpy. A couch potato kind of fellow who wanted nothing more out of life than to lay in the sun or on your lap. His purr was constant and so soothing. I adored Lumpy. Unfortunately, no Lumpy types for me. He would never survive out here.
So I'm reading about late colonial Burma as research for a novel I'm writing, and apparently there was a king named Tharrawaddy who had a habit of picking up a lance and randomly murdering people at court, just because he could. Unlimited power and all that.
Anyway, his grandson Thibaw took power in 1878. In the book I'm reading, The Burman: His Life and Notions, the author, Shway Yoe, is recounting a story about King Thibaw:
"When [King Thibaw] came to the throne he unearthed the spear with which his grandfather Tharrawaddy used occasionally to spit his counsellors. The young king's aim was not quite so good, or his purposes not quite so deadly. He prodded a few heralds and interpreters, and flung the spear at one or two of his father's trusted advisers; but it is not recorded that he ever actually killed anyone with his own hands." (page 491-492)
I just find it hilarious, the notion that a king would sometimes attack people with a spear that had an infamously bloody history, but he never killed anyone because his aim was bad.
Finally got my lil outside buddy to sit still for a bit. Here Cally is keeping me company, watchin straight down the possum and skunk approach trail. Little guardian for the strange and unusual, as Lovecraft used to write. Critters can be soothing at times, I will say.
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There's just something about Star's character design that I love.
In my defense, I was really drunk. And it was a big bag.
I am so happy.
And ambient/atmospheric black metal of course.
Did someone mention pure awesomeness?
As I was walking about the mountain this morning, a bit down, I started to notice how I was surrounded by tall trees, thick foliage, and wildflowers. I came across some daisies and mountain laurel in bloom and I thought to myself, well, nature is as good or better than any florist so why not.
And ya know what, I found I was able to at least send her a little flower arrangement after all, by phone.
She seemed to enjoy it, so it soothed my soul at least a little, and I hope it did hers as well.
I reckon that sometimes helping others, helps us help ourselves sometimes.
Ya gotta like that independent and chaotic nature of cats though.
My 15 years old cat when she was a few months old...
@mlnevese
Now you've done it! Time to contend for the coveted "d'awww" award!
Sometimes though, and you all will know what I mean, those little pitty claws get extended a LITTLE to much doing that
As an aside, anyone here heard the sound red foxes and bobcats make sometimes out in the dark? Sounds like a screaming girl, nice n spooky.
My first house I built out in the middle of a long leaf pine forest on the coast. So between them and ALL the whipoorwills we had there, I think my favorite author, Lovecraft would have even liked it, with the special attn he gave those and cats in his writing.
Those sounds were strangely soothing to me, probably because of reading his works.
I also lived at the time about 10 miles away from where the History Channel showed up for 'The Beast of Bolivia" episode for the 'Monsterquest' series a while back. A large cat of some sort was their conclusion. I figured it MIGHT (if true) have been a wayward eastern cougar, roaming way to far, rare as they are in the south now. Course we also had a nearby ;'personal zoo', that eventually got shutdown due to bad conditions. Anyway, one of the tigers got loose for a time, soo... don't know. But it was the talk at the time.
Thinking back on it, I think most of mine have been personal rescues, or ones that were outside and adopted me, as is now, which, IMO, is what cats do, adopt US, really, not the other way around. So independent.
It’s funny, I find the sounds made by a pack of wolves exciting, but the sounds a pack of coyotes make always chills me to the bone. It doesn’t help that any sweet tempered cat that we have ever had here has ended up some coyotes dinner. It takes a street smart, ornery critter to survive the coyotes. Our current cat of 10 years more than qualifies.
My sister once had a cat named Lumpy. A couch potato kind of fellow who wanted nothing more out of life than to lay in the sun or on your lap. His purr was constant and so soothing. I adored Lumpy. Unfortunately, no Lumpy types for me. He would never survive out here.
Anyway, his grandson Thibaw took power in 1878. In the book I'm reading, The Burman: His Life and Notions, the author, Shway Yoe, is recounting a story about King Thibaw: I just find it hilarious, the notion that a king would sometimes attack people with a spear that had an infamously bloody history, but he never killed anyone because his aim was bad.