Friday, December 26, 2014

Irreverent Conversations: Cat Piss

So, a friend and I were talking about my cats the other day.  This is a transcript.

I really wish my cat would shut the fuck up.

What's he want?

He wants to go outside.

To use the bathroom?


Well, get up and let him out.

He's got a litter box.  He can go inside.

If you had to pee, would you rather go outside on a tree or inside in a box?

I'd rather go in bed and have it be socially acceptable to be covered in piss.



Thursday, December 25, 2014


The best Bond standard you've never heard. Also, the song I want to be sung to sleep to.

"The truth is now what I say; I've taken care of yesterday."


Monday, December 22, 2014

Angels to Churches

Leaving Los Angeles would be harder were she not already taken.  It's been a ride, but I know where I want to be.  And it's not here.  It never was, despite the protestations of some who claimed to know me well.  A pit stop, this City of the Angels.  Nothing more.  An establishment of a face, of a talent, and - according to a publicist - of the hair.  Now that they're calling me, I no longer need to be here.

That's not to say I won't miss it.  And, quite frankly, we're not done yet.

Adelaide is on the horizon.  Never have I been to a city that screamed to me as it caressed me.  Never have I been to a city that wanted me to stay... that asked me to stay.  Until that South Australian adventure.

Still, and perhaps sadly, moving to Adelaide is a long way off.  Immigration restrictions aside, I owe a great deal many people a great deal many things, and I have to repay that trust before I set off on my own selfish journey.

But I know what I want to do.  And I know where I want to be.

One day... I'll know who I want to do it with.

Until then, c'est la vie.