threatens to write Walker Papers fan fiction starring Petite, Morrison’s Avalon, and Gary’s cab. :) Silkie says, “Iit’s hard not to imagine the cab snorting, “She’s waaaaaay out of your league, buddy,” to the Avalon.” Silkie | Avalon huffed irritably. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I was just going to give her a ticket.” Cab snickered. “Sure. I’ve seen the way you’ve been eyeing her rear bumper for quite a while now.” Silkie | Petite slipped alongside the other two cars. “What are you two talking about?” “Ol’ Avvie over…
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cats: 1. cast: 0
Zilli just took his cast off. I heard a sharp, not exactly pained, MEOW! and went downstairs to investigate. Zilli was sitting about three feet away from his cast, licking his paw. I think the little shit outsmarted it. Judging from its location–right next to the bookcase, where I’d seen him lying with his leg under it earlier–I think he figured out that if it was slipping he could get it off, and I think he put his leg under the bookcase and scraped it off. As said, “…gotta admire…
Novelist’s Event Horizon
I decided had the best name for the “reaching the end of this book is like cutting something in half and then again and again but it’s infinite because you can always cut it in half again” syndrome: Novelist’s Event Horizon. I am at the Novelist’s Event Horizon. The end of the book is always going to be three chapters away. Nothing I do will ever change that fact. Eventually Lawrence Fishburne will arrive to lead me through a space-time continuum of Hell, but at the last moment we will…
argh
Argh. Goddamned Zilli has done something to make his cast slip. The vet’s not open on the weekends and I don’t know if this constitues an *emergency* (I’m inclined to think not, as long as we can keep him mostly off his feet, which can be accomplished by the use of the cat carrier if necessary). He’s not in pain, just suddenly clumsier and hopping more instead of walking (clubbing) along as he’d been doing. Argh. Dumb, *dumb* cat. He’d been doing so well, and it’s only supposed to be…
any dream will do
Oh, this is just agonizing. Bill, the avuncular producer guy, nearly made Lee the understudy cry, by admitting he should’ve seen that Lee was a leading man before the entire British nation had to point it out to him. Keith the former emo-boy has tonsilitis, and still turned in a rendition of “Moondance” that just made me want to fall over. His voice is so incredibly pure. And Lewis the blond who I don’t even LIKE actually pulled out some dance moves and turned in a couple of surprisingly good…