The Spooky and Clippy Show! EPISODE 1: The Secret

CLIPPY:Hey, Spooky! Where you at?

SPOOKY:Dude, I told you not to call me here.
My people might see you and start going "awww."
You KNOW I hate it when they do that. It's so annoying...

CLIPPY:Yeah...Why do they do that?...
SPOOKY:Nevermind! Listen, I don't have all day.
I have sticks to chase and whatnot. Whadidya want to tell me, huh?

CLIPPY:It's a secret! You can't tell anyone but yesterday ...*whisper**whisper*... I saw *whisper*...and I was like *whisper**whisper*


SPOOKY:WHAT?! Wow....I can't believe it. Tommy Tabby isn't clipped??? He still has his "buttons"???
CLIPPY:SHHHH!!! Someone might hear you!!


CLIPPY:Hey! Whereya goin?!
SPOOKY:Um...nowhere! Sorry, gotta go! Busy busy day ahead of me! Better get started!
(...I have to tell Squeeky Squirrel, she's going to get a kick out of this!! I wonder what they look like?...)


CLIPPY:Aw crap.
I hope she doesn't tell Squeeky. That Squirrel squeaks her big fat mouth to everyone.
Tommy Tabby's gonna kick me in the "buttons"...

the end

Case of the Mondays, er Saturdays...

Today sucked hard.  

Yeah, it's Monday after the week-long shutdown, that could be the main reason why I felt so sorry for myself all day. But I really think my crappy mood was caused by the events of this past Saturday:

After dutifully feeding the cats in the morning, I decided to go get the mail.  Once I stepped outside the building, I heard meowing -- above my head.  Curious, I looked up above the door to see where the kitty was -- only to realize it was my very own Spooky on top of the roof, meowing at our upstairs neighbor and her cats!! Stupid Spooky!

She somehow managed to climb up there -- but didn't know how to get down.  The very nice neighbor-lady popped out her window-screen to save naughty Spooky for me (I was ready to leave the little brat up there).  Of course, Spooky was all too willing to shred her rescuer to ribbons, but the cat-lady-neighbor deftly and firmly grabbed Spooky by the scruff of her neck, keeping her somewhat subdued.

As punishment, we grounded Spooky (she's not allowed to go outside) and ignored her for a while.  She couldn't handle the silent treatment, so she started biting Alma and sitting on me:

That evening, I watched The Dark Knight and was horribly disappointed.  That was a really dumb movie.  Barely any dialogue, no in-depth story lines (although there was so much there to work with!), and too many explosions/car chases/gadgets.  It was obviously made for male audiences.

The night was then rounded out with my friends telling me I look old and have ugly hair. What great friends I have! Thanks a lot.

As a result, all I could do at work today was worry that the cat-lady-neighbor must be pissed at us since her window-screen isn't popping back into place correctly (this morning I noticed it wasn't in all the way) and worry that my face and hair are as disappointing as my friends think they are.

:(

Hopefully tomorrow will be better...

Work Art of 2008

For some reason, I get most inspired to do artwork when I'm either listening to a lecture or doing math... therefore, my work notebook is full of random doodles. Here are a few pieces from last years' notebook. I scanned them in with the work scanner -- which doesn't do color for some reason. Most of my drawings were done in blue ink. The last girl (to the right) was inspired by Leslie from Pancake Meow. The girl in my doodle has a white cap on -- she reminds me of a mischievous milk-maid or something. The rest feature girl faces, shoes, hair, and clothing. Overall, I'd say I'm obsessed with drawing women in a fashionable way. I'm hoping that one day, I'll get my wits together, and maybe acquire a drafting table, to make some decent large pieces like Johanna. Maybe one day!

Bacon and Doodles

Started the day strong with a hearty breakfast of grease at Goodie's Good Eats (Formally known as Goodie's II) with my family today! It was great. Alma and I both got the French Toast (mmm), but I got mine with 2 Bacons (droooool) and Al got hers with scrambled eggs (not as good as bacon). After this meal, I had enough fuel for packing and hauling boxes for my friends' "moving party" for five hours today. Whew -- that was a good workout. Thankfully, my hard work was rewarded with pizza from Mountain Mikes (yeah, I've fallen off the diet wagon today...) After gorging myself on pizza, I came home for a relaxing evening coloring in my totally awesome "Doodles: A Really Giant Coloring and Doodling Book" by Taro Gomi. After completing a few masterpieces, I realized how much my sister's "doodles" made my masterpieces look like doodle-crap! Here are a few examples:

Exhibit A: my series of drawings that I thought looked super-duper!

Exhibit B: Alma's series of drawings! Geez -- why did she have to use EVERY color in the coloring box and totally show me up?!! I think my favorite is the "nose" picture -- that's Claire.

Exhibit C: Alma's stripey, colorful, giraffe.

(sorry it's sideways! I'm too lazy right now to fix it...)

Exhibit D: My sad excuse for a giraffe. At least it has cute shoes...

I love you, Isa Munky Pants

Rest in peace, little Isa Queen. We miss you very much already. You were the most beautiful cat I've ever known. You always comforted us when we were sick, sad, mad, you name it! You loved to eat human food at the dinner table, bathe in the sun, and do the "upward-facing cat" yoga pose. You gave us sock and panty-babies as gifts, and we loved every single one of them. I will miss the smell of your clean fur, your pink and black "bean" toes, the color of your pink tongue against the black and white of your outfit, your purr-box that always made me feel sleepy, the way you meowed, and the funny bump on your nose. You'll be in my heart and dreams always. I hope you're frolicking in heaven with Koli-bubba and White-Kitty eating lots of chicken and Temptations.

Sorry Alma!

I still chuckle to myself about the time I found my sister's diary.
She was probably only 6 years old, and me, the big mean older sister, not only went into her room, stole her diary, and read it -- I went so far as to show my whole family and proclaim "Alma misspelled Diary!! She's writing to the Milk Man!."

Yes, she had written "Dear Dairy" on every single entry. Ahhhh, I still find it hilarious. Alma is still traumatized from the event and now only writes in locked journals.