blog, blawg, blahg

I’ve been focused so much on posting and participating in online communities that I haven’t had much time to read my blog roll or do any commenting recently. Being that half the blogging community is partaking in NaBloPoMo, there’s a LOT to catch up on. I logged on to Google Reader to find upwards of 1k unread blog posts waiting for me. Admittedly, 700 of those were photos from Flickr contacts, but still! People! I can’t keep up!

So if you get a comment from me on a post that you wrote six days ago that has absolutely no relevance now, I apologize. In blog-time, it’s still last Tuesday.

Speaking of slow things, did I mention that I have a laptop now? It’s a little iBook, a retired veteran of the Maine Laptop Initiative program. It has an 800 Mhz processor and a whopping 128 Mb of RAM. It took me fifteen minutes to type this paragraph because the cursor can’t catch up to my typing. That’s how slow it is. I type a sentence, then wait five minutes. It’s an exercise in patience. An agonizingly slow exercise. And I’m going to need to stop using big words like “agonizingly”, because the computer almost choked on that one.

My iMac is much more “with it”, as they say, but it’s so nice to have a laptop when I just want to curl up in my chair and surf the Web from the living room.

Currently I’m enjoying:

ArtAndGhosts – surreal art and prints
Beehive Kitchenware on Cutable
New art prints at The Shiny Squirrel
The new Indie Fixx Shop
I blame lolcats for the new kitten

… and about a thousand other blogs in my catching-up travels that are so very slow, because it takes ten minutes to load Google Reader. But whatever.

Also, a huge thank you to Kerryanne of for the blog feature last weekend!


More cute kitty pictures here. These are the select few where he’s actually sitting still–he had a lot of extra energy to burn off during our visit last Friday. He’ll keep our older kitties on their toes!

We’ve tentatively changed his named from Ichabod to Pippen (aka Pipsqueak, aka Pip)… but it could change again before we bring him home! The poor kitty will have an identity crisis before he’s 10 weeks old.

bloggin’ ain’t easy

There would totally be kitten pictures here right now, except we’re visiting my parents, and Tim forgot the camera cable. So instead of white fluffy kitten happiness, you get a Warhol-esque portrait of yours truly, courtesy of Photobooth. I know, I know, it’s a rather poor substitute, but thankfully you get to hear from lil ol’ me every single day this month. Surely this means kitten pictures can wait until tomorrow, no?

I’m currently trying Leopard OS X on Tim’s MacBook. So far I’m impressed with the enhanced functionality, but I’m not sure I like the GUI design compared to the old version. Leopard seems very cold/metallic, and I always liked the more colorful, bubbly aspects of OS X. This OS definitely needs more bubbly, but I suppose if that’s my only complaint, I don’t have much to complain about!
I would write more, but the hubs cooked a delicious dinner for the entire family that pretty much wiped out all cognitive function for the next three hours.  This is the best I can do until the food coma wears off, and by that point, I intend to be fast asleep. Have a good night!

i am definitely a cat person

So now that I’ve committed myself to this whole NaBloPoMo thing, I actually have to, you know, write stuff. And I thought, “Gee, what the heck am I going to write about? I need a subject!”

The S.O. solved that problem today, when he flooded my e-mail inbox with photos of puppies and kittens from Sites like PetFinder should be banned to people like me who have no resistance when it comes to small fuzzy things.

And hey, even better! All those adorable animals just happen to be from the local Humane Society, which means we should go look at them!

Now, we’ve been pretty comfortable with our two-cat family for several years. We adopted Nala and Stitch when they were kittens and now they’re playful, affectionate, tear-around-the-house types at 5-and-a-half and 5 years old, respectively. They get along well, and while we’d gladly adopt a farmhouse full of cats if allowed, we’ve been wary of upsetting the delicate balance.

Well, delicate balance be damned, because T & I can’t visit an animal shelter without falling in love, and there are so many kittens and cats there who need homes. And hey, what’s one more, right?

So, because I have no willpower, we will be picking up Ichabod II* (Icky, for short) from the shelter on Thursday. He’s an 8-week-old kitten with a pure white coat and quite a voice. He’s the last of his litter, and he looked so lonely in his kennel… as soon as he saw us, he started crying and rubbing against the bars. When we picked him up, he crawled up on our shoulders and purred, and… we didn’t stand a chance.

Nala and Stitch will be displeased with the new addition at first, but there is plenty of room in the house for all three cats to hide in separate corners–or heck, they can each have their own floor! We’ll introduce them slowly and go from there.

I admit, I feel a little bad for adopting a kitten instead of an adult cat. I know that the adult cats have a more difficult time finding homes, but I think integrating another adult with our two would be difficult. My hope is that Nala or Stitch will be more apt to befriend Icky because he’s still a baby and therefore less of a threat.

Pictures coming forthwith! We’re going back to the shelter to visit our new kitty for a few minutes this evening before heading north for the weekend. And now I will have something to blog about, even if it’s just pictures of a cute Icky!

*Not his official name yet. His shelter name was Sirius (as in the cloud, hah), but we’re not big on that one. I’m not entirely sold on Ichabod, either, but Tim loves it and is standing firm. It’s Ichabod II because Ichabod was a kitty from my childhood. I have reserves about re-naming, but we’ll see.

in which she says something she will most certainly regret…

That’s right, folks. Last year I hailed NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) because it provided me with ample daily reading from some of my favorite bloggers.

This year, I’m taking the challenge. I’m going to blog every single day for the entire month of November. If you don’t hear from me by the 20th or so, it’s because I’ve written myself into a nonsensical-blog-post-induced coma. I’m pretty sure the technical term for it is “NonBloPoCo”. A full month of me could prove fatal.

That’s right, my NaBloPoMo comes with a disclaimer. It’s very possible I might bore you to death. You’ve been warned.