slid into the ditch

I've put off updating because there's criticism coming in from all sides, friends (and all with the best intentions) torn between wanting to hear what's going on and, you know, not actually wanting to hear it. Or thinking I'm grandstanding, or something. When mostly I'm just sort of plodding along, per usual, doing my thing, per usual, not looking for any sort of particular edification and plus, yo, it's my arts center. Ahem. Yo, it's my LJ. (That there is a very, very obscure thirtysomething reference; fess 'up, you remembered, didn't you?)

Anyway, I've been severiously distracted by the employment and money hunt and therefore unable to be useful in any, um, useful LJ sense except for the occasional Buffy icon. I'm still not gonna be terrifically useful, because I'm still seeking my fortune, but on this sunny Monday I've got some time before 4:00 to be slightly more forthcoming. In descending order of innocuousness, or, in ascending order of Being Able to Eat (I say this firmly tongue in cheek, kids, as I have been me for quite some time and none of this is catastrophic, I am fine, it's just a little, um, funnier this month than usual):

( can you dig that crazy gibberish? )

they eat cats, don't they?

1. Destina, but what about the dog?

2. I got an e-mail from LaT with my Icondrabblechallenge assignment. Boy howdy did I ever forget I was doing that. And yet, some cute icons! Yeah, I can rattle off 250 words. Would someone be so kind as to direct me to LaT's LJ?

3. Edith brought in two grasshoppers, each approximately as big as my head. She killed one, but left the other one maimed and wiggling on the floor, even after I gave her a stern talking-to about finishing her meals and how there are starving cats in Vietnam and how if she's going to take a double helping of cricket she damned well better eat the whole thing and not leave legs and wings lying willy-nilly on the floor. She was having none of it, and eventually I realized I'd have to deal with the cricket-grasshopper who was approximately as big as an Irish Setter myself. It was too maimed to scare and too big to kill, so I had to do the bowl-and-cardboard trick and put it outside and the whole thing put me off my dinner, which was really, really too bad because I made teriyaki steak. On the other hand, I hadn't cooked the rice fully so it was more like popcorn, but I'm usually fond of crunchy things, so no harm, no foul.

4. Despite the fact that I am still a Friend Of myself, I am no longer showing up on my own Friends list. Can you see me?

5. So I was thinking about crickets, which got me to thinking about Cricket magazine (in which I was published more than once in my formative and brilliant youth, ahem) and the relationship between Cricket and Ladybug, which, you know, is really almost indistinguishable from the relationship between Kermit and Miss Piggy, when you think about it. She's in love with him, she's somewhat of an overbearing personality, he's an exhausted, reluctant hero (I was soinlove with both Kermit and Cricket in my day) who pretends to be exasperated with her, but at the end of the day, he'll still recover from amnesia in time to marry her. Or something. Yeah?