WHAT IS THIS CRAP?

The Off-Ramp

This is my rundown of posts on other blogs I think you should be reading instead of the rambling drivel I type every day.

Thanks, Doc
Shandon's doing Darby McGill? Count me in.
Virtual Policy? A new podcast? I need to check this out...
ABANDON SHIP!
Daily Dash: Valor (It's TOPIC THURSDAY but I'm in a rut with writing.)

We'll see if anything comes up today that I'll add.

Until then, don't say you haven't been warned, but here it comes...

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Dug around the bed for a bit and found...

Nardo's first toy, a catnip mousey.

You could say WHERE'S THE MOUSEY? or GO GET THE MOUSEY! and he'd hunt for it.

Toss it, and he'd play Fetch.

Well, until he got lazy. And big. And a whole bunch of other toys in a pile that I pointed a webcam at and he'd hunt. (Some folks still remember those days... and when Edloe would lay down on the pile to guard it and bitch at Nardo.)

The cat may be gone, but the mouse remains. It's really worse for wear, having lost its nose and bell on the tail, but it was still his favorite.

I put it on the shelf with the others, where he'll go, too.

And...

There too.

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Thanks for putting up with me yesterday, y'all... I was not ready for visual and audio and emotional coming in at same time. Just not enough bandwidth or capacity to process, but it's coming back slowly.

Bruwyn wandered by my chair a few times, and I pet him, did a loose tail-grab, a bit of belly-rubs as he rolled around. But he's not as much a wingman and conversationalist as Nardo was.

And when it comes to being a bed-cat, he's a momma's boy, not a nose-poking goofball like Nardo was to me. (or a snuggly burble-singy cat like Piper, or a shove-that-bastard-out-of-the-bed piggy bitch like Edloe.)

Went to sleep around 2130, no cats on or by the bed when I woke up, either. (The baby panthers are either out hunting or hanging out with their mommy who is up reading or watching some on-demand series that comes on when she's at work.)

If you're expecting a lot of random cat stories from over the years, well, you're going to get them.

Over the past three years, it's been amusing watching Nardo warm up to the baby panthers.

Nardo was one of four cats that never quite bonded with each other. Piper and Nardo may have shared a plate at dinner, but she'd swat him if he got his whiskers tangled in hers.

So the limit of his interaction with the others was a cold peace at best and chasing Frisky around at the worst.

When Bruwyn was found and settled in, yeah, there was the tail-play and grumping, and when Bruwyn wanted to groom Nardo's ears, he got knocked around a bit.

Then, when Myst showed up and the baby panthers cleaned each others ears, Nardo got a bit jealous, so he'd tolerate the attempts to groom him... even though he didn't groom back.

Bruwyn got a little too friendly and would hug Nardo's head to groom him, and that would result in some slapping around.

But when Nardo wanted to be groomed, he'd head-bump the baby panthers, or he'd watch for them to get into a heavy grooming session, and he'd stuck his head in the way so he'd have to be groomed.

It was funny as hell to watch, and good to see Nardo finally belong after thirteen years of being alone in a crowd.

When he died, the two baby panthers cleaned his ears for a bit as a final sign of respect and honor.

That's what the 100WS is for today, maybe a little more brief.

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Blogroll... blogroll...

Maria Korolov today?

Sure.

Military, OpenSim, business... hints of the Post-Linden world of virtual platforms where the only restrictions are imagination and the potential of the technology.

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So, MystiTool came out with a new version last night, and after an open discussion on Twitter, the following gem came out:

CHESTNUT RAU: @felineslade @SkateFoss @whiskey_day Exactly. Since everyone wants/uses those gadgets why are they not in the LL viewer??????

*sigh* I hate it when that emotional fundamentalist terrorist bully ghost meanie poppy-head is so hatefully logical, rational, and brilliant when everybody should be happy and supportive and positive about everything without question.

Heh.

(Fuck you, Skylar.)

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Only wordcounted, tagged, and cleaned up a page of stories last night.

Pages?

Well, if you put 30 blog entries on a WordPress CMS page, there's 116 pages of stories

I'm starting from oldest to newest, and I've crawled up through February of 2007 so far... page 83 or so.

There's a lot more entries at the beginning because that's when Andrew, Elisson, Tomer Israeli, and countless others would do mid-week entries as the Weekly Challenge got ramped up. Plus, I've already cleaned up Mustard Man and Abe Lincoln, which I need to get into Kindle format for a test run ASAP.

But those mid-week entries trailed off over time, so the pages are going to get a bit thicker with my own entries.

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Gave the park cats treats as per my promise. (Loaded up the bag with extras so I don't forget.)

Keep calm.

And carry on.

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