Somebody had the audacity to call my cat ‘dehydrated and scruffy’. Well, she is sixteen – one hundred and twelve in ‘cat years’. Damn cheek *scowl*. I had to defend her though. Insult my cat, insult me…at your peril. Pistols at dawn, anyone?
Archive for March, 2006
Contentment is a fool’s emotion
Empty days pass
That only the grave brings serenity
The gravedigger hovers
And many say
That only slavery
And then there are those
Who burst onto the scene
Blooming like summer roses
Pleading for liberty
My kitchen has been refurbished.
A forum to which I regularly ‘contribute’ (although some might question that) has a thread entitled ‘What are you listening to?’ Hmmm, well for most of last week I was listening to the delightful sound of drills and chainsaws. My flat felt like it was no longer my own. Every room, apart from my bedroom was a building site full of big, strapping Polish men who were impeccably polite. Bella the Cat was confined to my bedroom, curled up on the pillow, oblivious to it all. The interior designer persuaded me to have pale violet walls and floor tiles – pics to come. I capitulated. After all she is the expert (X being an unknown quantity and spurt being a sudden forcible gush or jet ;-))
On the edge
Dancing on broken glass
Ideas too pale
To be mine
And so we dance
Adored and applauded
By our audience
The stage is ours
We waste precious hours
For the kind of glamour
That we provide
But they will never know
That we are both dead inside
that I still feel compelled to post the following to online fora:
R.E: Self-Harm (Copying and pasting from a post I contributed to another forum. It’s not possible to plagiarise oneself).
4 things we need to take into consideration
1. A teenager may not have developed sufficiently to articulate complex emotions
2. lack of medical/anatomical knowledge so that they may genuinely believe that what you and I can see is a ‘superficial’ wound/injury is fatal.
3. they may be acting out trauma/abuse that they cannot/are afraid to
4. And finally, it may indeed be an attention seeking ploy but the question needs to be asked: why do they feel that they need attention. Surely attention is a basic human need, nourishment for the spirit. Why then is it regarded as so ‘unnatural’ to seek it?
It makes no difference anyway.
Singing in Sunday school
Daemon brats, hovering
On the line between
Heaven and hell
Cowering, beneath the birch
For this is all that they deserve
‘A burden on the parish’
From the moment they were born.
At last – I have converted – well, not quite. It does feel a little like changing religions though. My G4 MacBook arrived last Wednesday. It is most certainly a beautiful little machine. Style over content. I now have four lappies and one desktop – each with a different OS and yet linked by a Belkin router – Linux Mandrake, Win 98, Win XP and now OSX. Never say I am not diverse. The next purchase will be a Mac Mini. Off to listen to the latest edition of MacCast (a little too evangelical for my taste.)