After work I stopped at the grocery store, the Giant off Queen Street, because, obviously, I needed some groceries. Bread, peanut butter, milk, that sort of thing. Life’s essentials. While I was there, I browsed the magazine rack. There, on the bottom shelf, was a row of adult coloring books. Or, more accurately, magazines. I’m … Continue reading Coloring Christmas
Tag: Cats
Wednesday night I went through some picture CDs in search of some particular photos. I found those, and there were also pictures of Percival, a cat I owned a decade ago. What follows, for no particular reason, are almost all of the pictures I have of Percy from 2005 and 2006. The calico never had … Continue reading Pictures of Percy
I don’t know who said it first, but I think it’s true — the Internet was made for cat photos. Last week, Facebook upgraded my profile to the new profile page design. I’d heard wailing and gnashing of teeth from friends who upgraded their profile pages immediately after they were announced; I was content to … Continue reading On Cat Pictures and Facebook Profiles
On my desk at work I have three framed photographs. One, situated next to a plush Cthulhu beanie, blue with a yellow heart and a smile, is a picture of my niece. She would have been, at the time the photo was taken, about three, maybe four months old. She’s wearing a brown dress with … Continue reading On Cats I Have Known
A telemarketer called. I don’t know what he wanted. I didn’t hang up on him. I just put the phone down, got up, fixed lunch, hung out laundry, and then came back half an hour later. He wasn’t there any more. I put the phone back on the receiver. My grandmother seemed determined to sleep … Continue reading On Saturday Musings
Stolen from David McIntee, and completely apropos for today: Stop talking about politics for a moment or two. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your blog, not under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has nothing to do with … Continue reading On An Antidote to Politics
Outside my bedroom window is the roof of the house. Just off the edge of the roof is a tree. My cat Galahad likes to climb the tree, get on the roof, and miaow at the window. At five o’clock in the morning. He’s been doing this for about a week now. He’ll miaow. He’ll … Continue reading On Cats and Annoyances
I’ve realized. The problem with the President is that he’s a dog person. If he had cats, he’d be a very different person. That’s neither here nor there, of course. When cats take over the world, what will my role in the new world order be? Your Score: Head Box Cleaner Chances of becoming someone’s … Continue reading On When Kitties Rule the Earth
Stat time once more! Here’s a random factoid. In the past two weeks, which is what the server report I pulled this morning covers, twice as many people accessed The World According to Allyn with Windows 3.1 machines as by Amiga machines. I’m just amazed there are people out there, doing the Internet-thing, with Windows … Continue reading On Recent Search Phrases
I’d occasionally do this about once a month–pull a search log report off the server and see why people are dropping by. Honestly, it was a good way just to make a post; I didn’t have to think to have content, because you good readers gave me the content and a platform to rant, or … Continue reading On Search Phrases
A study at Edinburgh University has shown that cats are susceptible to Alzheimer’s Disease. It has long been known cats can suffer from dementia, but the study identified a key protein which can cause mental deterioration, similar to humans. [SNIP] Scientists already thought cats were susceptible to dementia because previous research identified thick, gritty plaques … Continue reading On Feline Alzheimer's
Percy has taken to sleeping on the bathroom sink counter. I'm not sure why, but he seems to like it. He perks up a little when someone walks by, he'll say something, and then he'll get petted. Maybe that's why he picked that spot–it's right inside the door. I was shaving. He didn't mind. He … Continue reading On a Screaming Cat