Saturday, February 19, 2011


It's Saturday night, I am home alone (correction, we are, sorry Lucifer), and what am I doing?
I'm watching Star Trek NG and testing out new iphone apps.
And that's how this happened.
A new blogger app and this is the test.
So far I'm not super impressed, so I guess I'll still have to occasionally turn on my laptop and blog from there. *Sigh*

Ok, blogging about blogging is no fun, so here's a few pictures of some new friends I made today on a trip to the suburbs.

Allan's brothers cats

Looking at Lucifer

Oh crap, looks like commander Data has been taken over by some strange alien entity... again.
Better give this my full attention.

Sorry if this experiment looks like crap, I'll do some regular posting tomorrow.


  1. I like your site. Thanks! Here is a true story of mine in return.

    Lisa Nicole Lopes had premonitions about her own death, but she wasn't able to avoid it, despite the early warnings. I feel that I can relate to her, but I dealt with similar suspicions (of my own) differently than she did and I, unlike her, am here to tell you what I did to survive my first encounter with The Reaper.

    Lisa Lopes was better known as Left Eye (a nickname that a boyfriend gave her because he said that her left eye was lazy). She was one of three singers in the 80's band TLC. Her premonitions about her own death and subsequent untimely demise are well documented, because Lisa and a crew were filming a documentary in Honduras during the time. Left Eye Lopes spoke on film about her omen, and again after a car that she was riding in had run over and killed a young boy. She lamented that the spirit that killed the boy was actually aiming for her but had missed.

    Lopes paid for the little boy's funeral and did what she could to comfort the lost lad's family. Apparently Left Eye was right about the spirit that haunted her, because a month after the boy's death, Lopes died in a car crash (in Honduras). This time she was driving. Lisa was the only one in the vehicle that was wearing a seat-belt, but she died... and everyone else survived.

    After hearing a story like this, some would say that it was Lisa's time, and that there wasn't anything that she could do to avoid it. Had I not gone through a similar situation, I might agree. But since I did, I don't.

    There was a time when I felt like (my) death was close to me. I ignored the eery feelings for awhile, chocking them up to pessimism, but eventually I faced the strengthening force, first by admitting to my self that it existed. Left Eye got this far, but recognizing spirits isn't rocket science for god's sake. You have to fight stuff like this, not freeze like a deer caught in the headlights!


    It was 1986 and I was in Davenport, Iowa, when I finally decided to face the Reaper before he faced me. Since the Reaper has no face, I'm speaking figuratively.
    I was sitting on a bar stool when a fellow came in asking if anyone wanted to get a tattoo. We chatted, and before too long I was the customer that he was looking for. We left the bar and went to a little garage space that he tattooed out of. The scene was totally unprofessional, as far as tattoo shops go, but since I was a carny (carnival guy) it wasn't anything new to me. I stopped the artist from apologizing for the place and we got down to the business of picking something out to tattoo on me.

    There wasn't a lot to choose from, no walls of colorful flash or volumes of designs just a single, thinly filled, loose leaf binder. Having never wanted a skull tattoo, I surprised myself by selecting one with a black rose between it's teeth. "That's the Black Rose Of Death tattoo," the needler told me. "Perfect," I proclaimed! "It's just what I need to fight the reaper. Put it on my left arm where I can keep my eye on him.¨

    I believe that the left represents the spiritual side and the right represents the physical side, so my tattoos are placed accordingly. One month later, in Chicago, I was stabbed (in the heart and stomach) to death. The doctor that saved me, said that I have a new birthday and... I still have that tattoo, too.

  2. ^ that is the longest blog comment I ever saw! Your cats are so handsome. I really want a cat, but we aren't supposed to have pets here so I'll have to ask our land lady and our 2nd flr apartment is small with a kid blah blah blah... one day more babies... litter trays etc. I miss having cats though. Meow. And Star Trek NG? Yes please! Going to see if I can find any now on the telly.

  3. such cute kitties :)

    I wish Blackberry had a blogging ap. Well, I can't find one anyway... This is why I'm getting an iphone asap. Stupid blackberries!

  4. I think you need this.

  5. THE SPIRITUAL HOBO, you know, i read it the first time, so no need to repost.
    Also, "comments" of this length may be more appropriate on your own blog.

    Alex, uhm, yeah!
    They're not my cats though, i can't have cats either, my dads allergic and well, i also have a dog, so there's that.

    samboy, the one i bought was crap, i had to go back and edit the picture size and placement on the computer. But i'll keep testing!

    Teagan, i think i do too!

  6. You know after I posted my comment I reread your blog and realized my error sorry! They are super cute though. Especially that last picture.

  7. I'm a dog person myself, but cats are cuter in photos