Come on down to omelette-ville!

was looking through my picture files. right now it's around dinner time....here's what the cats have to say..........

screenplays, songs, slow motion, sunsets, sssss

so here's what wendy said (i hope you don't mind that i'm posting this)

"Just out of curiosity, what were the songs you were listening to today? I have a soundtrack too :) I was going to respond to the whole third paragraph with something engaging, but what keeps coming out is, "yes, I totally understand." So... yeah. I totally understand and do the same thing :)Maybe we missed our calling- screenplay?"

i was/am listening to Barcelona....a very meloncholy, almost desperate type of music that makes me feel alone and comforted at the same time. as if there is someone that can sing what my heart feels. of course, i don't know what the sound track would be when i am around G.O. The music is much more obvious when i am at coffee, and i don't notice it much when i'm home alone....mostly when i'm out in public. and things are slower motion. like walking home....the wind blows, but slowly, and i turn to look for cars when i cross, but it's all very slow. my actual pace doesn't seem slow, i just see everything around me happening slowly....but that everything is narrated by somone. i don't know what the narrator is saying though.

here's the song....eerie...

One more day down these stairs
His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
He holds tight, he stares
It’s almost over and it’s running through his head
They don’t know me, they don’t know more than I show

She’s walking up to him so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause she’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day

One more smile, one more bed
Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
She’s so still, she’s dead
She knows it’s over, she holds her head and says,
They can’t love me, they can’t love what I don’t show

He’s walking up to her so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause he’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more

There’ve been to many times when I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you

I’m walking up to you so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day


the man i'll one day love will understand the screen play, or maybe snap me out of it, back into the present.

samwiches, coffee, music, movies, and swiffer.

nothing about the cats today....oh wait. just one thing, then on to something else. my new apartment is surrounded by beautiful bushes and flowers. there are lots of birds that live in the bushes. and the cats sit in the windows and sleep or look outside. well, when they see birds they makes this clicking sound. i always thought it was cute, like they were trying to talk to the birds or something. Brooke tell me that they're warming up their "DEATH BITE". disturbing. i'm going to still just choose to think that G.O. is talking to the birds. she doesn't know anything about a "death bite." geez.

so, today i woke up to find that it was NOT raining and actually pretty outside. much cooler (about 20 degrees) than the past couple days, but i have no complaints about that. i got dressed and went to 14 carrot cafe for some lunch, solo. not too bad, and i have a half samwich for later. i know it's spelled "sandwich", but i say "saMwich" so i'm just going to spell it how i say it. then i came to Voxx- the coffee shop down the street from 14 carrot, and up the hill from my place. it's been a good coffee day here. usually i say that voxx doesn't ever make the milk hot enough even when i ask for extra hot...but today, it was great. and the second barista is a looker. he's got dark brown hair, long, parted in the middle, and pulled back in a pony tail. he also has a full beard. i told him that if he shaved the beard, he'd have a magnum pi moustache. he laughed, and i wanted to blurt out that i thought he was cute. but i didn't. then i would have let me weirdness out. i need to keep that under wraps. he's granola, and i like that.

i get in the habit of downloading music when i'm at coffee shops.....music that makes the soundtrack for the movie life i have in my head. i wouldn't automatically admit that i live wishing for a fairytale life, but i do...and i live my life to some screenplay i've cooked up in my head. it's like a fantasy that's bled into my reality, and it's hard to know better sometimes. the music just adds another layer, adds another detail to the movie.....sometimes it's better than real life....sometimes more heartbreaking to realize that it's all just a dream i've cooked up. but in real life i'm just broken anyway. damn, this music brings this crap out of me.

funny georgie oranges and gibbon. since i don't have carpet anymore i notice all the dust and hair. i'm going to start making the cats sweep....or maybe i'll tie swiffer cloths on their tails. if i do that i'll take a picture.

Ga-reat...

She's smarter than I thought. She can open cabinets. I don't know what business she has inside those cabinets....but it must be important. How did she figure out that the door opens opposite the hinge? What's next? Translating russian literature into english....creepy......I wonder what else is going on in that brain.

windows and weather

it's tuesday- running day. and guess what. it's cloudy with impending doom, i mean rain. it has rained EVERY tuesday for months. i would also like to point out that all the nice days we've had recently, have been days that i've been working. i'm not saying that the weather knows when i'm working and chooses to rain on my parade, but i'm getting suspicious. very suspicious. rachel suggested that GO was a spy for the government. i told her that GO would have a hard time spying on a kleenex. but, perhaps GO has been smarter than i thought all along, and has some sort of "in" with the weather.

gibbon, on the other hand has been sitting in the sunspots- the places on the floor or couch where the sun comes in. his fur gets very hot because it's black. i'm thinking i'm going to take him to the barber to get a hair cut. he's getting too many tangles to manage, so it might be time.

i would take a picture of the cats together in their new window, but i can't find my camera. i can't find a lot of stuff since i've moved. perhaps because a lot of stuff is still not unpacked. it's only been 6 days, since the move was official....blah.

New Beginnings, and Random thoughts......

Gibbon was sitting on the red rug staring at me with button eyes. you know what button eyes are, right? well, when cats are kits their eyes aren't the cat-eye shape yet. they're buttony. and sometimes gibbon still makes button eyes. anyway, he was sitting upright looking at me with button eyes and i said "you look like a dog." he didn't have anything to say about that. now he's sleeping.

i've been thinking about this blog for a while. i'm running out of new and interesting things to say about georgie oranges and her hijinx. she's sleeping right now, and hasn't done anything interesting- except for get on the shelves in my closet. i don't like it when she does that because she gets everything cat hairy. but she doesn't know it's bad. she has cat hair all over her. so, back to the blog. wait, i should say that i get very easily distracted and easily get sidetracked. sometimes it's funny, but mostly it's just annoying to others. i'm not good at carrying out complete thoughts in a concise way. ok, so about the blog....i was thinking of starting a new one, but don't know what i would call it. don't know what it would be about. maybe just observations. we'll see how it goes.

TWO lake view residences...

so georgie oranges is moving,and so is gibbon. they've got a new apartment on eastlake. gibbon knows what moving is, and he doesn't mind. he will miss sitting in the plants out on the rooftop. he'll also miss eating the plants and grass and then throwing up on the carpet. i won't miss that. gibbon has moved from ohio to california to washington, so he's pretty good at it. and he's excellent at packing. georgie oranges is not good at moving, as you might expect. she doesn't know what it means (even though she's moved before). she's moved from washington to LA and back to washington. georgie is going to miss running outside in the snow and walking the terrace ledge (she doesn't know it's dangerous because she doesn't know what danger is).

saturday a bunch of pals were gracious and awesome in helping orchestrate the move....all of the furniture and most of the boxes and kitchen stuff all got moved. the cats are still at the "old place." the new place is much smaller, but has more character.....no outside-away-from-traffic-place for the cats to play. it's going to be ok. i slept on the floor on my camping mat last night. georgie oranges was very excited because we were sleeping on the floor, and that's somehow more exciting and less comfortable than a bed. she likes it.

oh, i for got to talk about georgie oranges and packing. she doesn't know how to pack. she gets in the bags and sleeps on the suitcase, and gets in boxes, but she does not pack. i wonder if she's going to get confused when we move.

here's a photo montage of the cats at dexter.....goodbye awesome apartment.....
Gibbon at the NYE party- he likes to party like it's his birthday





Both cats are eating the plants, then they'll go inside and puke NOT on an easily cleaned surface



SNOW is neat


that brain is FULL of popcorn