Sister: How's your "United States of the Nether Lands" coming along? Almost end of September na.

Me: Dead.

Sister: Why? YOU GOT LAZY AGEEEEEN!

Me: Nope. Main character's a sue. Stu. Sue. Whatever.

Sister: How is it a Sue?

Me: He's an advertising guy who's in hell gypping the actors and the politicians. Sound familiar?

Sister: But he's got no fashion sense whatsoever, wears ill-fitting clothes, has messy hair, is unsociable, has no people skills, is bad tempered and... I see what you mean. Why didn't you just go all the way and make him wear glasses?

Me: He does. Dark glasses. So the fires of hell don't hurt his eyes. Also 'cause I made him crosseyed. And hunchbacked. Does that make him less of a sue?

Sister: No. But you could pass it off as an author insert.

Me: Really? Is that more acceptable?

Sister: No, but it's really creeping me out hearing you say "Sue."

Me: Maybe I'll give him three pesky demons patterned after you, Mom and Jackie. Andun na rin lang tayo.

Sister: Are they vavoom shapely temptresses, kinda like corrupted versions of The Three Fates?

Me: No, the three little pigs.

Sister: Waaaaaaaah! You're meeeeeeeeeeeeeean! I haaaaaate youuuuuuuuu.

Alienkitteh

I have come to the conclusion that Insomnia/Baskittyquiat/MaiT Midnight isn't really a cat. Which is good, because I don't really like cats. For one thing, it looks like it grew twice its size since I found it. Or it could just be my imagination. It's still small, but won't fit in the camera case anymore. And it really, really looks strange. All its legs are different colors, and its face is never the same color from the last time you looked.

My sisters say it's too little to bathe or wipe down, which is why it still looks really scraggly, but here are pictures.

The only reasons I haven't posted pictures earlier are that it won't sit still and keeps walking over the keyboard. It likes walking all over the keyboard. And it talks a lot. Wait, it just killed a bottle of ink. Anyway.

For the time being, we'll just pretend it fooled us into thinking it's a kitty. But only until the ship comes back.

Kitteh can haz laptop?


The banker's lamp as Starbucks umbrella.


Blake the cat doesn't think it's a kitty either.

I can haz midnight kitteh!



I found it an hour ago, at midnight, shivering behind my dad's rosebushes under my window. To be accurate, Andydog found it, but it was probably Andy's fault it was shivering in the first place. Damned dog was growling so I went out to check and there it was: scraggly, wet and hissing at my dog.

It's very small-- the size of a quarterpounder with cheese or a pocket camera case-- very ragged, the color of a Meiji bar that's been unwrapped and left too long under a lamp on the bedside table: dark chocolate, mottled all over with a light, almost golden, brown. It has blue eyes.

It's almost asleep in a box under my desk, except it keeps looking up and answering 'mewmewgurglegarblegeep' everytime I say something. Andy is watching it suspiciously, while Blake the cat is watching Andy even more suspiciously; I think she remembers that Andydoggy has one case of accidental and justifiable kittenslaughter hidden away in his juvenile records.

I wonder what to name it and how to clean it up-- it seems too small for a bath, but the matted parts of its fur are annoying me.

Hmm. I just remembered something. I don't even like cats.