… like sitting in high vantage points around ’Pong’s desk while he’s working.
That’s Artemis on the left and Apollo on the right. Artemis had spent all afternoon asleep on my jacket, near where I was working. Apollo had been sleeping on my other jacket on the office floor. I think they now expect to be fed or something.
As we begin a new and somewhat rainy Monday here in Sydney, it’s worth reflecting on my world as revealed through Twitter.
- If only cats ate cockroaches my two most significant household chores would cancel out.
- The only thing a VCR is good for is to watch old porno movies.
- “Luxurious possum fur” is an oxymoron.
- Twitter is (like all networks) just an amplifier. Natural news-bringers bring news. Natural wankers wank.
- Total Eclipse of the Heart has the most sensible music video of any song ever.
- “Wynyard Hotel, the sign saying ‘restrooms maintained to highest standard’ doesn’t stop stale urine smell.”
- As we all know, cardio fitness is improved through gin.
- “Do not insert in ear canal” is sage advice.
Now what sort of impression of me does that give? And what will this week bring?
[Credit: Cartoon Twitter-bird courtesy of Hugh MacLeod. Like all of Hugh’s cartoons published online, it’s free to use.]
I was going to tell you about Projections 2007 — a photography competition whose finalists were shown tonight at the Chauvel Cinema. Billy Law’s “Pumping Iron” series was one of them, and there was some very cool stuff indeed.
But… the Projections 2007 website still reads as if tonight hasn’t even been planned yet, and the only details online are the event announcement. So there’s no pretty pictures to link to and rant about.
So instead I’m going to tell you about the cats.
I’ve already descended to the level of blogging about pets by telling you that Artemis caught a Noisy Miner. So this week you need to know about Apollo and the chillies (pictured at left). But I won’t bother with a detailed story because such domestic trivia is really, really boring.
Suffice it to say that I wanted the freshly-harvested chillies — from our own garden! — to stay in the white bowl. Apollo had other ideas. Four times. And I took a picture.
Now you really do need to bow down before me and worship me as your god.
I decided not to publish a high-resolution version of this photograph. This morning one of our cats, Artemis, proudly brought us a Noisy Miner chick which she’d just hunted. After she’d played with it a while I decided to grab my phone to photograph her victory. But by the time I’d done that, this is all that remained.
Good heavens, I’m blogging about the pets!
I think I’d better migrate to Cincinnati immediately.
That said, it’s interesting that she left the claws. I don’t like eating chicken’s feet either.
This week’s website which simply had to exist: Cats that look like Hitler. (Courtesy of Tim Bray.)