Sunday, 6th March, 2005

Archival

My typing may be a little off today (unlike usual ), as I seem to have a very clingy George-cat attached to my leg. I don't know what's gotten in to him recenty — I mean, he's always had this habit of following me around, but lately it's gotten more and more so

I hope he's OK...

Anyway, apart from it being a glorious day today, and the eerie feeling I had while driving over to Kathie's house to feed Murphy this morning (I'll explain later), I just thought I'd mention that I've managed to to one of the Things I've Been Meaning To Do For Ages™ to this blog, and write a little thing that shows everything I've ever written in a nice condensed format

It's odd looking back on some of the stuff I've written over the years. I must at some point go through and tag them all, and maybe pull out some of my favourites

Of course, what would be very very cool is if I could figure out some way to display all the photographs that correspond to each day in little squares next to the relevant dates

Hmm...

Empty Streets

So yeah, I was driving over to Kathie's earlier, and the streets were quite quiet. Not only that, but the sun was out, and it reminded me of something that happened years ago...

I used to know [edit] someone [/edit] — not particularly well, but enough to go round to his flat and have the odd spliff.

One summer morning, after a particularly heavy night, I left his flat, stoned out of my box, and pottered through early morning Lancaster. I'm not sure what time it was, but it must have been about 4 or 5am. The sun was shining, and there was no-one at all around

The streets were utterly empty, and I took the opportunity to walk round the one-way-system in the middle of the road.

Sometimes, life is made up with little moments of gloriousness

When I got back to my flat though, I realised I'd left my keys at my friend's. So, wasted as I was, I curled up on my doorstep and had a kip for an hour or so, then went back to his and tried to wake him up by throwing stones at his windows.

It took quite a while

Ready For My Close Up

God, that's an awful title...

Remember when I was saying the other day about how I've been trying to take a picture of myself wearing boy-clothes? Well, this is last night's effort. It's not perfect, but it's getting there.

I was looking through some of the images I've got on Roses just there now, and they all seem to be from the same angle, unintentionally I think. It would appear that I have a 'best side'. I think it's got something to do with my mouth.

Murphy is Kath's Cat — he's very lovely (there's currently some friendly rivalry going on as to who is the cutest cat: Murphy, George, Tish or Mr Fuzz), but he has a tendancy to lash out for no particular reason.

He also has a rather peculiar habit of insisting on clamboring onto your left shoulder if you pick him up. He seems to prefer left shoulders to right shoulders

Kath denies it's ever going to happen, but I'm curious to see what will take place when Murphy meets my three...

Oh, um, Mr Fuzz belongs to two friends of mine — he's the cat who had the almost-unfortunately offensive name, until we all pointed out that what they were going to call him might not be too appropriate.

Biscuit isn't in the running (apparently). George has always been (and I must stress this here...) everyone else's favourite cat. I don't have a favourite. I love all three of them

But Tish has been exceptionally affectionate to everyone who's been round to feed my monsters recently ... he doesn't fool me — I know it's just a strategy to get food — but according to my frequent cat-feeders, he's rapidly closing in on George as Cutest Cat.

Ah, the internet just wouldn't be where it is today if we all didn't obsess about our cats now would it?

Achronistically Bizarre

I've just noticed, that the first (or last, depending on what way you look at it) entry in my diary has the ludicrous date of November 1999

There's no way I could have written that then — I must have altered the date at some point by accident. I'll have to work out when it was — it should be roughly the same time as the old webpages and that old photograp — January 2002 I think.

Originally, it just said "This is my little diary where I write stuff", but the next bit, about me being slack and then writing the script, I added later.

Bugger — I was hoping to be historically accurate about all this. Do please excuse me while I go clean up the mess...

...damm — all the old files date from August 28, 2002 (5.02pm to be exact) which must be when I pulled everything off the old server and started hosting myself.

Ack, let's just assume it was January that year — it had to have been around then, that's when I first found Sarah's Chatroom and started meeting people