Camy

"So...for those who seem to want to count...there are now 18 kittens" I don't want to count, it's more that I'm open mouthed at your ever expanding 1st world mini state. There's a lyric in there somewhere! Camy ps my best to Sweatheart

So how many kittens do you have at the moment? I seem to have lost count. ... you could try telling Meowth to keep it in his pants. Or buy him some really good kitty porn

Happy Birthday! Camy

Two in a year is well cool! Congratualtions Jared! Camy

All great authors have that problem - Kittens or writing. I dunno how Shakespeare managed, and all without cat foot in cans. Miraculous! Camy

Can't remember what series it was in or even what the real title was but Buffy 'The Musical' was just BRILLIANT! erm ... watching TV is not a solid basis for a relationship - but hey, who needs that kind of advice. Camy

'tis Conner's Happy Birthday Hip hip hip hooray! Let's hope this wonderous Goat Has the bestest possible day! Congratulations!

Real life is being a miserable bitch at the moment. Details are somewhat unimportant, and I'm thinking that's just the way the universe works: but hey, give me a break already. There are two places I get respite. One is here, and the other is when I'm with Mick. When I'm with him the world can happily go to hell - the power of love is amazing! I'm good at compartmentalising (that's a word and a half) and GA is one place I can escape to ... lucky I can't 'jack in' a la Matrix. I'd be quite happy to be a battery for a while. I could self power a laptop and write, which would be coolness. I've finished chapter one of a new story called 'Seraph' which is up in e-fiction - HERE. Having taken some rather sensible advice I'm compiling a story 'bible' as I go, so hopefully I won't have any glaring continuity errors a hundred and eighty chapters in ... just kidding, and no, I have no idea how long it'll be. See? I'm feeling more cheerful already. Perhaps this getting younger malarkey is helping. Camy

I still have got around to seeing this ... Bah. Possibly this weekend after the grand prix if I'm lucky. And then I'll watch the movie

Hiya Nicko, I'm sad that you're leaving the Writer Support Committee. Life does get hard, and time is valuable, especially if you're juggling multiple projects. The only comment I would offer is: don't let your writing suffer trying to meet a self imposed deadline. Two chapters a week is a awful lot! Take care Camy

I was Driving along in my old heap with Mick next to me, and there's a cute guy walking along the pavement, and I'm about to look - then realise it could be a bad move - so I don't, BUT he's caught me. Beetroot isn't adequate. There isn't a definition for the colour I went. It suddenly struck me that complete fidelity in a relationship is hugely important. I knew it, but not until that very second did I equate it with my own relationship. We've had a lot of conversations since that first day, and the plot is that if I still feel the same in three months then we'll be official. He told me that he's always felt that way about me but ever since we drifted apart a few years back he's buried the feelings. He told me that he doesn't entirely believe that I really love him, but that I'm doing it to help his self esteem ... Foolish, wonderful man. It's like being a chocoholic with the world's best ever Easter egg, and not being able to eat it. I can touch it, smell it, drool over it but I have to damn well wait to ... you get the idea. --- We played a gig on Sunday. Because there are only two of us some of the backing comes off computer. We thought we'd be clever and put it on CD. Less chance of damage, and no timing problems. What we didn't think of was people dancing and the CD jumping ... MP3 player next time. It's great being paid for what you love doing --- Having read a lot of advice on the boards about getting more readers I finally sent 'JJ and The Boys' to Nifty where it was accepted, and I've had fan mail! Colour me shocked! I will be sending all my stuff there now. Over and out Camy

Bottled water is cold and who honestly like to take cold showers ... and you need staff and a stepladder to take a good shower with bottled water... or a helping hand at the very least Hmm. Congratulations on the license!

Can't believe I missed the beginning of the party. Many happy congratulations me ol' mucker! Camy

Heh. oh and Camy

I've got a printer. It's an SRA3 four colour HP inkjet, and the replacement cartridges - you need 4 - are hellish expensive. So when the local cheapo German supermarket - they might be sixty years late but they're finally beginning to win - start selling 'do it yourself' refill packs I thought 'Ah Ha!' Bad move. HP printers have a chip that denies you this privilege. So I hunt on Google for a way around it. No problem ... thin strip of plastic to kill the printer's battery also renders the chip kaput ... except you have to have the hands of a teency weency baby to get near the battery. Finally with the aid of a ruler, duct tape and a pair of tweezers I manage it. So ... I have the requisite inks, an instruction book in German and Slovakian, a thick pin with a plastic handle and I'm facing four ink containers. Naturally, I'm not that stupid, the instruction manual mentions HP but oddly doesn't have a picture of my specific model, or of it's cartridges ... perhaps I am that stupid. After coffee I get the electric drill out. Gotta be they way you'd think ... but alas no. HP are far too clever for that. Crafty old HP. Inside the outer casing is an inner lining made of material that could withstand bullets and probably nuclear weapons ... but I don't know this at the time I squirt a whole bottle of cyan (light blue) ink into the newly drilled hole. The ink, as liquids do, went straight down between the casing and the lining and out of the bottom; pouring onto the desk, the carpet, the telephone and all over my hands - I'd really like to add the cats are blue, but they're sensible and had fled at my first shriek. Miffed, but not cowed - onto Magenta. Camy

You weren't really - more the mood I was in. I could explain but we'd all be comatose in minutes. I've got four of them!

For shame. The term is Spastic. Not spaz, spazmo, dweeby, crip or lameo twat. Anyway you wouldn't get a spaz cat - it would be murdered at birth ... as for kids: roll on governmentally controlled eugenics. Much better for the countries bottom line. Just put a tick in the box. Oh yeah!

Jenson Button has won the F1 Hungarian Grand Prix Formula One is the only sport I follow with any interest. Football (soccer) - Na. Boring. Kicking an inflated pigs bladder around a pitch for ninety minutes is not my bag. Cricket likewise. Tennis is great to play, but on TV nope. etc, etc. BUT ... F1 Rocks! deja vu - apologies if I've said this before, but honestly I can't be arsed to check, and anyway this is my blog, and 'streams of drivel' are permissible. So today Jenson Button, an English driver, won his first race! --- Car boot sale today. Sold? Not a lot ... but I was with Mick , so all was sweet as roses on a day when roses are as sweet as they have ever been ... ever ... get the drift? Oh yeah! Love is a wondrous thing. --- The Cats are annoying. They want brushing, then they don't, then they do. In and out of the back door like I'm some sort of cat employed door opening device ... must get a cat flap. Camy

I have so much I want to say and don't really know where to begin. I'm tired, though that's understandable as it's nearly 3 am. It normally is, I just can't seem to get to bed any earlier. Hmm. I'm still on the high that started when I bared my soul to M, and that's good too, even though real life has a nasty habit of getting in the way it hasn't yet... Except his damn flat mate has returned. Bills are my bug bear at present, and not the avian variety. Like most people I'm inordinately good at spending money I don't have, which brings the whole issue of 'making ends meet' rather frightening. Most of my peers are happily married with steady jobs, wives, 2.4 children (how you can have 2.4 children eludes me) and houses. Most I'm sure have at least two cars, and yet here I am sweating over music and my sexuality. Pah I say, and phooey. The real world can go and shove itself as far up it's own arse as it likes, 'cause I'm out of here off live in a log cabin in the mountains. If only there were mountains in southern England, and if I had enough petrol (

Well posted!

Great story CJ! For two seasons I worked in a surf village right at the toe of Cornwall (one of the few places you can in the UK) and love road trips. The description of the wax took me right back ... mmm, in fact I can smell it as I write... Neatly you skipped over the freezing cold mornings, and sand, sand in every orifice - which is why I migrated to skating. I hate leashes too - all well and good for protecting others, but when your board slaps you in the face... The only thing you didn’t describe was the sound of a VW van’s sliding door – really evocative (as is the sounds of the engine) and takes me right back I drove one with my arm in a cast for three months… Fun! The story flowed well, and was totally believable. The sex was an intrinsic part of the overall mood and fitted in seamlessly. If this really is your first piece of fiction then we are all in for a treat, and I’m super glad we’re gonna hear more from Trevor and Jason. Camy

Great news!

You have two very different cats here (obviously) but probably more important than how Timmy will react is how Lucky's gonna take losing her brother. It takes some cats a long while to get used to a new environment, and during that time they are really insecure. If you can stand it they should stay together... which is probably not what you want to hear! Camy

That's Greeeeeeat! I am so relieved and happy for for Mark and you. Take care Luc, and try and get some sleep. Camy