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It’s a dilemma

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Sometimes I make things that I can’t tell if I should be embarrassed about or really, really proud. I made one of those yesterday.

It makes stickers, y'all.

It makes stickers, y’all.

Fish and I spent practically all of Sunday on my new bed watching streaming Netflix and being cozy. And then I discovered PhotoGrid’s sticker option. And then I found out Netflix Instants had Seaquest DSV which I had JUST been discussing with Dan at work and then things went into embarrassing territory.


I mean….it’s pretty cute, really, right?


Routine Cat Jokes


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Fish Styx (my cat) is a creature of routine. He’s used to getting fed every morning by 6:05 and by 6:10 to be drinking water from the bathroom sink. Weekends are pretty upsetting for the both of us.

Upside down drinking

Upside down drinking

This week at work some of us were hanging out in the kitchen interrogating Morgan about her second date the night before and discussing cat jokes.

The joke was “What’s a cat’s favorite band?”

Morgan: Meow-se.
Me: Cat Stevens.

Paul walks into the kitchen.

Paul: Hey guys. What are you doing?
Sarah: Telling jokes about cats.
Paul, totally deadpan: There’s nothing funny about cats.

Morgan does a full on spit take.

Paul's cats. Nothing funny here.

Paul’s cats. Nothing funny here.


PostCrossing 2, Quelf, and Ending on a Cat

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I’m a day late for my monthly book review already but screw that. I’ve got other things to talk about first. I am so delinquent on blogging; things have been piling up.

First of all, PostCrossing.com continues to be awesome. I’ve now sent out 10 postcards, and so I made another album of the new 5 on Flickr. Check them out! This time I sent to the Netherlands (2), Taiwan, China, and Latvia. Latvia was pretty exciting, I thought to myself. I’ve never sent anything there before, after all. I’ve also started going back on the original 5 and adding information in the extended caption space. This includes, for example, a link to the PostCrossing site so you can see the journey of the postcard. From there you can also click on the link to the recipient and go see more information about them. In general they write about who they are, what kind of postcards they like, and–sometimes–ask you to provide trivia about yourself for them. I always dutifully try to follow their requests. I am also including the notes they write back to me via the site. So far my absolute favorite is from Dead in Canada. She wrote:

“Hello Michele, thanks SO much for this Edward Gorey card, it brought back childhood memories for me! When I was very little, my brother and I had a huge poster of “The Gashlycrumb Tinies” on our playroom door. The only part I remember is “V is for Victor who was hit by a train” because we had a cousin Victor who we hated, and we always wished that was him. I didn’t know who the artist was and I didn’t even remember that poster until today, so thanks for bringing back a flood of childhood memories!

Also, my brother and I sound like jerks for wishing our cousin Victor was hit by a train, but he was awful. He was always beating us up and stealing our stuff!”

You can see information about that postcard here and here. Hm, and also here.

Seriously, how awesome does she sound? This is why PostCrossing is brilliant. Or at least it’s one reason. I’ve only received one postcard so far and I’m going to wait till I have 5 to write about them. Batches of 5 just work better for me. In the meantime you can also see more PostCrossing participation over on my cousin Katherine’s blog.

Secondly, I played Quelf again with the peeps at Kris’s house last weekend. It was awesome. I took some pictures which can be see here. Kris also took a picture and blogged about it over on Carthage. In my Flickr album of it there are also two videos of Jason leading everyone in song. Genius.

And lastly, my cat is fricking adorable. But his fangs are enormous.


Maybe my stories have too much cat in them


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I’m reading and sort of editing/writing more of my YA novel right now. I was hoping it would be going better. It’s only about 100 pages right now (1.5 spacing, 11 pt font), which is short. It’s not even quite 50,000 words (this part I’m editing) and I was hoping to double it while going over it. Not happening. At all. And it’s not that what I have written is bad. It’s pretty good! But short. And I have trouble lengthening the story.

Let me give you an example. Say, I’m telling you a story of part of my day. I would choose the shortest route to get from point A to point B.

Example 1:

I was thirsty. I went and got some water. And then I sat back on the couch with cat.

Boring, but informative. Point A = thirst, Point B = water. Try to extrapolate this in terms of my zombie YA novel. Main character needs food, she goes ashore, she gets food, she returns to ship. I need to make that like 20 pages long instead of 2 but it’s VERY HARD. And I get waaaay too bored trying to make something longer when it’s so much easier to make it simple and to the point. My point here is that I’m pretty sure that makes me a bad writer. Or at least a really lazy one.

Example 2:

My throat felt like I had swallowed sand. Dry, dusty Saharan sand not even the sand I was used to from California beaches. Scorched, hot sand. Dried and dessicated like a lizard who’d been lying under a flaming ball of gas for a few days.

“Fish, I’m thirsty.”

He continued lying on my stomach with no change in demeanor.

Yeah, I talk to my cat. He’s around all the time and I get lonely. Sometimes he talks back. {read} I talk back for him. {/read}


“Are you the fuzziest Fish-face in the whole world?”

“That is the wrong question.”

“Do you love me?”


“Sigh. Do you want a smackeral of a snackeral?”

“Yes. I would like a smackeral. I like treats. They are yummy. Smackeral, snackeral, do doh do. Maybe two?”

“Because you are so fuzzy and cute.”

Crunch, crunch. Crunch, crunch.

“Maybe three?”


This time, I ignored his fuzzy cuteness and plucked him off my lap so I could roll off the couch. He immediately curled up into the warm spot my body heat left behind. Sometimes when I walk down the hallway in my house, I like to slide in my socks. And in the kitchen I often do dances to songs I make up and sing to myself. Today was no exception.

“Water cup, water cup

I choose you

Because you are the best

And oh so blue.”

I have 4 water cups. They’re tall and plastic so I can’t break them (I break glass easy). They’re each a different color and I play favorites. Yellow, green, red, and blue, I love the last two best. Much like I love red and blue pixie styx best (but black Fish Styx best of all). I dislike grape pixie styx, but I would love a purple cup so that does not correlate.

Dancing to my new song involves some booty shaking and a lot of twirling. I like to pirouette a lot so it’s good I took so many years of ballet and know precisely how to angle my wrists for the proper graceful arm movements. A pirouette without proper arm positions is worthless.

When I get back to the couch with my water, Fish slits open one eye to look up at me from his couch-hogging sprawl.

“Is it time for second breakfasts?”

“You threw up first breakfast.”

“Yes, and I tried to eat it again for second breakfasts, but you took it away. So now it is time for second second breakfast, yes?”


See, that was way too hard. Today is a day I don’t feel like being a writer. Like most days. Except that it’s kind of all I am right now. Which is ridiculous since I never even wanted to BE a writer. Ugh, back to zombies. I need to finish this before April so I can do the Script Frenzy (like NaNo, but you write a script of 100 pages instead of a novel of 50,000 words). Though I will write a graphic novel, not a script–the idea is the same.


a day in the life


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unemployment has its perks. the main one being lots of time to do projects around the house. today’s project was intensive (well, intensive for some one whose days generally consist of lying on the couch emailing, watching dvds, and reading)

Step 1: laundry. it piled up as laundry does and i started on the first of four loads this morning (morning being a subjective term much like “intensive” and for me being approximately 1:30pm).

Step 2: piles of books on floor in bedroom. cannot take it anymore. must reorganize and purge bookcases so everything will fit.

Step 3: change over laundry

Step 4: email for a bit with kristen about purging books and libraries of our future selves.

Step 5: change over some more laundry

Step 6: sort piles of books into non-fiction, fiction, sci-fi, romance, and YA.

Step 7: find out jacob and lisa got engaged, have a bout of phone and emailing with friends.

Step 8: more laundry. sigh.

Step 9: begin purging bookcases starting with non-fic, moving thru to fic, have purged enough or become a supremely inventive stacker to have cleared one whole shelf. continue purging and stacking until starvation sets in

Step 10: force mother to order pizza.

Step 11: have reached romance! do i really need to see all the titles? no! stack 2 deep, more delightful kresley cole’s, julia quinn’s, judith mcnaught’s, and jennifer cruisie’s in front.

Step 12: fooooooooood.

Step 13: cursed laundry.

Step 14: hang up all outstanding laundry in preparation for new laundry.

Step 15: reach YA (2 whole bookcases)! still have a whole extra shelf! have masses upon masses of newly read YA to shelve though. inventive stacking takes on whole new proportions. i am a genius. reach end of YA and still have a whole extra shelf.

Step 16: put away all clean laundry.

Step 17: put 8 boxes/bags of books to sell in guest room.

Step 18: celebrate today’s success with mini bottle of 17 year old scotch found on bookcase (purchased when last in scotland–1998). fish styx celebrates success with favorite toy found behind row of books on third shelf up (WTF? how does he do that?)