Guest blogger - Mocha the cat

Hi everyone.

I'm Tracy's cat, Mocha. Some of you might have noticed that Tracy's been missing for the last couple days from the blogosphere, no, I haven't eaten her, I RESENT THAT.

Sorry, calm again.

Anyways, Tracy came home sometime last week freaking out that she had several huge projects dumped on her lap by a client and that since she was taking Friday off from work to celebrate her birthday she was gonna fall even more behind. And on top of that, this was going to be her 200th blog post and she just couldn't handle the pressure.

Which is when she collapsed into a heap on the kitchen floor, sobbing hysterically while simultaneously eating an entire tub of hummus. Two words for you, people: WHINER.

So I told her that if she shut up and fed me I'd write her extra-special 200th blog post for her, and lo and behold, here we are. Except that there is a lot of pressure to writing someone's 200th blog post because it's supposed to be cool and exciting and blow people's minds.

Anyways, I decided to post ten pictures of things that I thought people might find cool and that I know Tracy is passionate about so I could kill two birds with one stone.

Mmmmm....birds....

Hope you like it. Tracy will be back sometime next week with lots of stories. She waves hi from the kitchen floor.

Random Tuesday musings

Ok, so to follow up on a couple things I've put out there in the past few days:

a) apparently you CAN hide yourself on Facebook, you just click "Offline" on the chat section. Sorry guys, I'm a little technology-challenged (I once turned my cell phone French by hitting, oh, TWO buttons and then obviously couldn't change it back because all my menu options were then IN FRENCH) so I'm a little slow on the trends. Hey, did you guys know there are cellphones out there that can take pictures?! And check email? Holy crap... :)

b) I have to say the debate is still-ongoing with the whole "Do I wear the t-shirt of the band to its own concert" issue. Not world-changing stuff, mind you, but hey, world peace has to start somewhere, and it might as well begin with us agreeing on the little things. Ban Ki-moon, take note. And hire me.

Krista has a good point that we Californians try to be as obscure and random as possible to thus make us even cooler - and I think Stewbottum gets to the source of it pretty quickly as well -- it all started off as TEAM pride, with music being the default (and Gwen noted, quite correctly, that the two are totally different.) I'm totally with Drollgirl about getting annoyed at the little trendsters who show up to concerts these days, and Des, I like to think that musicians appreciate fans no matter what they're wearing!

I think Celia summed it up best as "who cares how long I've been a fan?" -- people should be way less interested in what others are doing and just freakin' get out there and enjoy being who they are, regardless of what anyone else thinks. (Celia - I'm from Merrimack, just outside Nashua, by the way...and I'm totally jealous you got quality-Krista time). Both AJ and Jenn pointed out that this isn't necessarily an issue separated just by coasts (gah! An entire country seized in a concert t-shirt epidemic!), and Archana gets some serious cool points for naming the correct movie (Empire Records) that I quoted, but I gotta say, Archana -- the best concerts I've been to (and Flogging Molly is definitely one of these), the bands played their music much longer, louder, and insanely better than off their albums. If I go see a band that plays exactly how they sound on their CD, why did I bother...and believe me, I've seen my fair share of bands who do exactly that...and sometimes even worse. But when Green Day invites people to come up from the audience to play their instruments for them, or James Hetfield and Lars do drum battles at their Metallica concerts, or Flogging Molly riffs for 15 minute sessions...damn is it worth the price of that ticket...and maybe a few obnoxious tweens and some drunk idiots here and there.

I think we can probably concede, much as Shanna Suburbia pointed out, that wearing an older t-shirt from the band isn't quite as bad, and I think Jo, Sarah Alaoui, Iva, and Wine and Words are still making up their minds either way. As for you, Mildly Sensational... yes, I was totally going off of the movie PCU, and I love you too. :)

With that wrapped up, I can now move on to the two most interesting things that happened yesterday (besides the fact that I finally got to hang out with a wonderful girl last night for the first time in eons) by letting you all know that yesterday, while waiting in line at the bank, I was hit on by a blond guy named Hudson. In front of his mother.

Yes, Hudson and his mom were waiting just in front of me and he suddenly turned around, flashed me the most adorable smile I've seen on a guy in quite some time, and proudly announced that at home he had a rock and it was his and not mine.

Hudson was probably 3 and 1/2 years old.

At which point, his mom turned around, took one look at me and then Hudson, rolled her eyes and replied, "He's gonna be a big flirt."

At which point I'M thinking, Yes! I still got it!

And in the flirt/unexpected love department, approximately twice a year my cat Mocha (yes, occasionally she guest blogs on here) decides that she adores me and wants to be my pet. So late last night, after getting myself tucked into bed, she crawled all the way up the covers (she usually stays down by the foot of the bed), head-butted me to let me know that she now owned me, then curled up against my stomach and fell fast asleep. And it wasn't even cold in the apartment.

I think my jaw dropped. Here I was, thinking I was just an indentured servant for her...turns out she actually likes me once in a blue moon!

I hope you all are having lovely Tuesdays and that you enjoyed the Great T-Shirt Debate as much as I did. I loved hearing from all of you and I'll try to pose some more controversial questions in the future...like, is it okay to put salt on food that someone just cooked for you? That's always a touchy one... :)

screwing with your work productivity...

Like you were gonna get anything done on a Friday anyways.

cute things falling asleep

:)

photo credit: I got it here

if my cat could blog

7:30 AM: Sleep

8:30 AM: Sleep

9:15 AM: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT NOISE nevermind, back to sleep

10:30 AM: Sleep

11:30 AM: Eat. This is, as you all are well aware, quite exhausting, so I think I need another nap so as to not over-exert myself.

12:30 PM: Sleep

1:30 PM: Explore apartment. Lately I've been thinking about Dostoevsky's theory of Extraordinary Man. Was Raskolnikov truly an Extraordinary Man as he imagined, or did the subsequent murdering of his landlady prove that he OOOH SUN PATCH.

1:31 PM: Sleep. In sun patch.

2:30 PM: Sleep.

3:30 PM: Eat. Use cat box, making sure to miss half of the cat box, then spread litter in surrounding areas of cat box, then track litter throughout apartment just to get my point across. I am displeased about something, but I forget what.

4:30 PM: Sleep.

5:30 PM: Oh. You're home.

6:30 PM: Papers! I love papers! When you put them in carefully organized piles on the floor they are so very fun to lie on!!

7:30 PM: I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU what are you cooking for dinner by the way?

8:30 PM: I hate you.

9:30 PM: I still hate you.

10:30 PM: Ah, belly rub. I love you NOW I HATE YOU AGAIN.

11:30 PM: Wait, you're going to sleep NOW? But all this STUFF is happening.

12:30 AM: Sleep.

1:30 AM: Sleep.

2:30 AM: PARTY TIME.

You can't argue with science.

Statistically speaking, there is a 99.999999998% chance that if a) you are working on something that requires a nearby stack of papers to be easily accessible, or b) you have a pile of unfolded, clean laundry (ONLY clean, though, dirty will NOT work) sitting on top of your dryer, you cat will lie on either one of these and turn up its face at you with the most innocuous of expressions.

As if to say, What? You fully expected this, right? Surely you've read the statistics....and you knew that I was a cat when you got me.

Right. I knew you were a cat. I should have seen it coming.

onwards and upwards...

Gonna make this one short and sweet, as it's my first blog and first venture into creating a new blog space for myself. I'm feeling good about life right now, I'm working on several different things of all varieties, including but not limited to photography, acting, writing, and trying not to kill my watercolors teacher, and I'm liking where this year is going (winding down? already?). I've gotten to travel a bit, and the traveling will continue in August with another trip to the East Coast (New Hampshire, to be exact, the land in which I was born) and if I keep my fingers crossed and play very nicely with the other kids, maybe, just maybe, I'll get to go to New York in October. I won't talk about it now, for fear of jinxing it, but good, good things are around the corner, and I'm determined to be grateful. Even though the cat is still mad at me for leaving her last week.