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This blog is about a specific thing, but I'm going start it off with a completely unrelated to my specific thing rant. 

Cats are...stupid.  Let’s all admit it.  You may love your cat, you may find it adorable.  No doubt you have names for it that are not it’s given name.  It may sit on your head, chest or feet and purr and chase around things that you think are priceless and you ooh and awe and coo at it like it’s a really weird looking fuzzy baby, but, make no mistake mister,  that cat is stupid.  It’s as dumb as republicans or a box of sponges…sponges being near mindless, making the cat slightly more than mindless.  Its tiny head is tiny, so tiny that its brain is actually much tinier it head, meaning it’s smaller than an average large nut…like a walnut.  Which is still a tiny tiny nut, hence a tiny tiny brain.  Tiny brains making the creature there housed in of a limited intellectual scope.  Cats do not know there name, Cats do not know your name.  Cats do not know any commands, if a cat responds to a command its cause your cats actions happen to coincide with some word you happen to be saying at the time and you have convinced your delusional starved for acceptance self that the cat managed to obey the command you gave it .  Such as sit…when the cat is asleep.  Well done doofus, you got a trained cat.  I got some ocean from property in Arizona for you to buy super cheap.  You know there are no  TV shows called the cat whisperer…..cause there are NO cat whisperer's Cause you cannot reason or train a mobile rock that eats and sheds.  All these fact apply making said cat…stupid. 

But you know what is stupider?

People who own cats.  Cause even this though fuzzy poop machine trying to trip you cause it thinks your exposed toe poking out your sock is really a really weird hairless mouse it and has the intellect equivalent of a porous rock…the humans who take care of this floor bound pest talk to it like  it knows what’s going on.  Like it “understands the word coming out of your mouth”.   Many times I have looked at my mewling food inhaler after it makes some random noise and asked (as though it even knows its name)

“What are you doing…what are you doing...are you doing something?   Yes you are...what is it?”

 The cat…has NO IDEA WHAT I’M SAYING…None.

IT IS STUPID

 And I know this and yet.   I’m talking to it all the same.  As though it was smart.  That makes me…stupider than the cat. And as said earlier …it’s really stupid.

derrrr!

Do you have a hobby?  A thing you like and or love to do?  Something you identify yourself as.   A painter, builder, gamer, car enthusiast, drinker, brewer  etc etc.  Do you share that intrinsic human need to belong to “a group”?  Are you an artist, a dancer, a moviephile or  a mass murderer?  Now, here’s the real question?   Do you actually do your hobby?  You’d be surprised at how many people I know who tell me they are “insert hobby phrase here” but do not actually do inserted name hobby.  Sadly I am one of those people.  A running curse in my life is I have too many hobbies…that I don’t do.  I eased back,  I’ve whittled away. But I still got a few and still do not do them .  My options now being to ease back more and have less….or actually do them.  It’s not as easy a decision as you would think.  If I suck at anything..i suck at motivation.  I'm so unmotivated I wrote a whole blog about it once.  It was funny..sorta

Welcome to the New Year

oddly enough the storm trooper is the weird one here

So recently I got to finally achieve a minor victory over mediocrity and lame.  I got to go to Seattle…oh and meet Brom.  As mentioned before multiple items (and perhaps with too much gusto) Brom is a fantasy Gothic steam punk painter guy who has worked on Darksun, Magic the Gathering, Diablo 2 and 3 as well as countless other project I don’t feel like repeating here (he did do creature design for ghosts of mars which while a crappy movie did have some very cool liking monsters…and now you know why).  Firsts off, Seattle is a nice damn city.  I love me some Austin but I REALLY liked Seattle.  Dead of winter and it was still green there.  Actual mild snow, frost…our car door was frozen closed one day.  Just really interesting weather.   Huge trees...everywhere.  a burlesue bar...Though we got lucky (we being me and my ex non ex-wife) and it was sunny and bright the entire time, I admittedly would have likes to seen the oft fabled Seattle rain.  Mostly because I live in TX and I don’t get to see rain.  It’s vaguely mythic like unicorns and homeless people with decent teeth.  I think if I ever wanted to move…and with the job I have right now…I could.  I'd move to Seattle.  And looking at my finances.  I could probably do it.  Leave Austin behind, all my friends’ family and frankly nice house and just root into a new city.  Do you know how much of a hassle that would be …you know how different that would be…..?

Welcome to the New Year

As I truck through my year, free of the shackles of a relationship, I’m now open to explore a lot of new different and frankly weird shit.  Certainly I can spend the next 11 months sitting on my couch at home doing nothing.  But I can spend the next 11 months out in Austin doing something.  One of those something is a something that…..might be a complete and total shock to some.  It’s certainly weird to me and it’s my something.  I’m not going to tell you what it is...Sorry.   You all know me well enough to guess at your hearts leisure but…while it sounds intriguing; It also sounds really scary.  While certainly not a bible toting Christian I’m also pretty straight laced.  I don’t drink or do drugs or anything that’s really out of the norm besides my theft of food from Wal-Mart or my sneaking in a the local cinema.  I pay taxes (sorta), I don’t attempt whole sale murder of innocents, i refrain form assaulting old people and children.  I’m pretty even keel.  Is now the time in my life to explore this new idea …or…perhaps I should not.  Put it away and go do something else, safer…more stable.  Less…..judged.  

Welcome to the New Year

Age Quod Agis