Sigh...

I am officially a teacher. But I keep getting letters telling me i can't have jobs. wtf, schools?me and andy: brothers under the skin.

cats!!

reading this (only with the supercute vintage cover)...got it in chapters with the credit I got, measly compared to charlie's, like €16 for 17 or so books. but muchly with the yates love, been watching the first season of this, as my man is not ready to 'commit to' the wire. but they go together like brown cat and cheese, or sisyphus and dandelion leaves (he loves them and has put on a bit of weight since he started the munching, they're good for guinea digestion and UTIs, he was weeing blood a whileen ago, but no more!!)

what else? wedding was nice, wore ebay dress and pearls, hair backcombed to hell now. blaargh. have to have 10,000 word in by the end of the week (deadline my own), but almost there now, so that's pretty exciting. also over the weekend i read the best, best, best book of short stories i've read in ages (D read the riddle of the sands and now wants to take me boating at some point) But seriously, hungry hearts! if you haven't read it, I must lend...

photo is ria's mommy and daddy, being adorable and in the flower of their youth.

pets in clothes!!!

the question is, who looks best in the cape? both are fierce, but they're giving me a lot of the same poses, and although william has a killer profile, i don't know if he can bring the same energy to a face-on photo. maybe if he smiled more with his eyes? 

today, i collected my faffing around money, read a collection of noel coward's plays (he has a whole song about regency rakes, only not very sexy ones) and watched some madmen. the clothes. good god the clothes! i'd be repressed in the suburbs if only i could dress like that. 

happy bloomsday...

suppose it's over now, but this is how the small men celebrated... by wearing scarves and reading ulysses. there was post of a most exciting nature today, and although today was all about intellectual scarf wearing and casual grace, tomorrow we go bold, in a statement red cape. are you ready? 

i did not read joyce today, instead reading two very trashy novels, this and this, watching evil dead three: army of darkness and the latest episode of true blood. I keep doing a southern vampire voice in my head now. 

i also applied for jobs, and hurt the brown cats feelings by feeding the odd cat cheese. oh, that cut her deep. the odd cat came back like four times, the bold cat once, to finish off everyone leavings, but no brown cat. what have i done? I had too many guest cats, too soon. I'm not used to this sort of thing. the g-men are fierce easy to control. except sisyphus. 

anyway, i'll leave you now, to go to sleep, i.e. stay up reading and tormenting himself, he likes to get up at the crack of ten a.m, whereas i have a more sloth-like approach and only leave the bed when i'm hungry. which is why i should have an enormous bear whose back i could ride upon. then i'd rarely have to get up at all, because my bed would have legs, and teeth to smite the wakers. ha. someday...

books, bag, william in bag, the good cat, the bold cat.

I made a felted bag, it came out kind of lopsided,but stuff I make usually does...william likes to hide in it because it is a fluffy cave of doom. 

Books on my shelf, more later

reading 'the secret scripture' at the moment: it's really gripping and well written, had avoided buying it because I had the idea it would be all worthy and 'lyrical' and 'troubled' so on..

Finished this last night. it was adorable, he's got a very grumbly old gentleman tone to him, you hear the voice of an antiquated barrister accusing and solving all through the collection. He is invited to my fantasy dinner party: he has a theory about facial hair and propensity to murder. love. 

The good cat is brown and demanding, the black cat bit off some of her ear, but she beat him in the last hissing match so i think our house is officially her turf now. I secretly want to woo the black cat, because he is a dreadful bastard, and distrusts humans to an apallingly hissy degree. Plus, he is a charming thug, like ice cube. 

Stuff I saw, made and did...

the mittens are a bit askew, but not too bad for two days (one movie and three battlestar galacticas) work. The mushroom armband is crap, I used the pattern on hello yarn, but doctored it because I couldn't be assed fiddling around with gauge, and I didn't have the right size needle. 

The boy loves cheesecake, and as I am on the dole, and paying him rent in teensy instalments, I shall try my best to placate his savage temper with various snacks. 

The handsome rooftop cat later came over for milk, which we serve in a china saucer with yellow flowers on it. He is our favourite of the three cats that visit now, although the black fellow with socks and whiskers of purest white is a close second, as he is mysterious and unpredictable, like a soap opera's dashing villain.

My back is red from the sun's cancerous glow, got this over the weekend, it's grown up teen fiction and perfect for non-concentratey pleasure. Himself is currently reading this, as  if to mock me. his brows are too high. Bah. 

"lower your brows, sir" I scream, as he invents things that fan him electronically and drives me to the dole queue. But my vitriol is only a shabby attempt to gain self-esteem, and the respect of my possible future employers. 'She is mean and judgey' they will murmur appreciatively 'she would be a handsome addition to any staffroom'.

'I bet she whips up an amazing 3D display and all'. 

'Word.' 

That's how it plays out in the land of heady daydreams where everything is impressive and I have a winged unicorn, or pegacorn. I call him 'mac', he calls me boss and together we roam the skies, solving connundrums and fighting crime in all its capacities. 

eekk!!

yesterday, sisyphus escaped, he was in the garden eating grass and he said to himself, 'I'd like to live here in the land of plenty on a more permanent basis' so he bided his time... and when my guard was down, he leapt for the hedges, with dash and aplomb. oh, but i was terribly distraught. And lo, a search party was formed, consisting of me, the captain, and the two french kids next door. like something out of a child's book it was. 

The picture is of the bit of garden he was hiding in, which was also full of nettles. he is a bold and strategic thinker. william was kept in seclusion, not knowing what had passed. i do not want insurgency in the ranks. Eventually the culprit was apprehended and scooped up. He remained in his cage, and has not been in the garden since, although william did visit it today in a box. I can't keep it from him, his little gourmand's heart is so full when he is surrounded by greenery, all of it edible. But no more garden for the reprobate. no more. He has made his bed. Or I have done so, and it is a bed that will not be exchanged for another, delicious but slightly more perilous bed. 

I finished a pair of squirrel gloves today, altered the pattern to make them fingerless, so they're not as pretty, but functional! Also watched this, which was really likeable for a film about rape, and made me more respectful of kstew's acting ability, which in the trailer for the new twilight is all 'meh' . like: 'I really love you' (meh) 'please make me into a vampire' (meh) with the meh being what she really means.