Well yes, this is unfortunately an accurate reflection of how I feel lately. I feel… thin. Sort of stretched, like… butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday.
Yaaaay, holiday, yaaaaayyyyy!
I will attend the Castlefest (where I can hopefully swoon among the grim shades of mighty grim Gaahl) and Bloodstock (where I will definitely and totally play out my dark, evil, satanic666rubberducky side until all the namby-pambies run for their mommas. And I’ll maybe eat ice cream) - And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.
In the meanwhile I try not to burn out too much. I am no friend of the so called burn out syndrom – but lately all my commission slots are closed, my portfolio has been on hiatus since I do not find any time to remodel it (Major update after Easter, twice-pledged!), I am involved in kinda lifestlye project (News to come!) with a friend from very far down under; and last but not least I am writing like I have to save my life – but at least this keeps me sane. Et cetera. Et cetera. Et cetera.
Well, I guess that is the price you pay for a fabulous life! And I am the last to complain!
Cameron the cat would never miss a trick –
Often in the garden on patrol.
Otherwise sleeping, though frequently meeting
His one and only love – that earthen bowl!
Cameron the cat took everything for granted -
Sure, the street lay under his control.
Contentedly snoozing – perhaps he ‘d been boozing –
And toasting all that counts: his dearest bowl!
Cameron the cat would seek to take advantage –
His gullible owners often on parole.
Purring pathetically, and almost poetically,
He’d meow them into stacking up his bowl!
Cameron the cat was nonetheless a gem –
His owners saw him as their heart and soul,
But having to accept that he was so adept
At persuading them to fill his flipping bowl!
- Mark R Slaughter
Okay, I have to admit: I am a bit disappointed about the information that leaked through in the past days, I actually hoped – after watching heartbreaking Assassin’s Creed: Embers – that lovely Shao Jun might become the new heroine of the next Assassin’s Creed title.
In my opinion a woman would have blown some wind of changes into the series; but instead of an asskicking Chinese superassassinwarriorninja-chick we get the British-Amerindian coproduction Connor!
Am I the only one who has mixed feelings about the settings? I am really curious what Ubisoft will reveal in about 29 hours!
“Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”
Cats don’t care what dogs think
they just look down and sorta wink.
Perch themselves way up high
the dog barks and starts to cry.
It’s really not fair, those agile cats
hiding in places just like rats.
The dog wants to play, join in the fun
chase that cat, make it run.
But cats care less, don’t need to play fair
like to tease, don’t have a care.
Poor dog sits and wonders why?
Sly old cat naps with a sigh.
Dog keeps guard, waiting for a twitch
cat doesn’t move, not even for an itch.
The game goes on, cat unaware
the dogs just pleads, please care.
- Patricia Walter
Image by Eddie1856
When I was cleaning out the wardrobe last week I found this little fella:
I am sorry that he looks so miserable. He probably spent the last 10 years in a cardbox. I will definitely brush him up and get some batteries to see if Furbyfella still works.
I’ll keep you updated °(^Δ^)°
PS – and yes, it’s really Revolver Ocelot and Claire Redfield in the background.