running with paper

Once, long ago, I had a Disagreement with my roommate. I wanted a cat. The roommate did not want a cat. Any cat. Any cats. Had cats with other roommates, didn’t want to do it again.

It drove me nuts. I’d spent every year I’d been alive living with cats, near cats, around cats. I’d watched them be born, I’d watched them die, I’d watched them survive what looked to be insurmountable injury. I’d taken them into the vet when it was time for them to die.

I wanted more cats. But roomie just didn’t get it. Until I equated cats to something just as ingrained in everyday life as cats were to me: music. Continue Reading »

http://unitedhollywood.blogspot.com/

As the writers go, so do the contracts of everyone else.

h/t: jnfr

Often is the time I find myself wanting to rent a cat. (Warning, noisy annoying site). From Neatorama.

What can I say. The spam bots love me. And think I should be on Xanax, Cialis, Ephedra, Hoodia, and Tramadol.

On the other hand, if only spambots are posting, no one knows who I am, and I won’t be impersonated at a convention any time soon. Keep reading on the site – he’s gotten Flickr users together to help ferret the imposter out; I wonder what will happen when this guy is caught. It’s a rather elaborate plan, as the website he used to register himself was purchased over a year ago.

But it’s time to dust off this space a little, and see what there is out there to do.

I have been to a number of professional conventions in my life; just not any for my profession, until now. I headed up to writing convention a few weeks ago, and it’s gotten my writing juices flowing again.

More soon.