February 5th, 2014

2013, cyd, new

my bed warmer.

today was Taco Tuesday. so chewy and i had Del Taco for dinner. well, TeenyTulip had some, too. Felix was uninterested in the shell or the lettuce that the others ate willingly. i was on the phone when doc went out to get it, and i forgot he left while i was talking and started preparing a big english breakfast for myself. then i remembered and put all the stuff away. god, i am such a twit.

i think i'm all poetry-ed out for the day. it really drains me reading 40 random poems and commenting on 25 of them. and writing my own stuff is tiring, as well. i don't know if i have enough creativity left to work on design tonight. i may work on editing and organizing my poetry. if i can publish another book, dammit, i will.

we have, for the cats, a three foot tall cylinder that is carpeted with upper and lower cubby holes for the cats to hide in. TeenyTulip sleeps in the lower cubby and we keep the toys, including the dog toys, in the upper cubby. every two days, i pick up all the toys and put them in the upper cubby and vacuum and then TeenyTulip takes them out and she and Vader and Major and Evie spread them all over the house again. today was a cleaning up day. the toys are all out. and doc has decided to keep the dog chews and toys under the edge of the couch where he can see them and get to them and not forget them. he has no more interest in greenies or pigs ears than he does in chew toys. this dog thinks he's a cat.

ah doc is off to work. to sleep or to work myself? i don't know what i want. maybe a couple hours sleep . . . no, that will disrupt my creative flow . . . what am i talking about, i'm empty creatively, i should sleep and dream and recharge. then design the sub pages for the site so i can get to coding when i'm done with kelli's site. i'd like to have all the design done by the time she gets her art organized and font ready to go. then i can take a break from my site, do hers, and have hers up by her birthday and mine up by my birthday in may. that's a long time i'm giving myself, but i never know when i'm going to be overtaken by the urge to edit. which i really need to do.

time to lay down for a couple of hours and cuddle with Chewy. my bed warmer.
2013, cyd, new

so he's always got a bed with my tummy

i've been up an hour. rewritten one poem, written two more from off the top of my head for contests. it's been a good day. but really, who the hell else is on allpoetry this early in the morning? i guess it's getting late in the east. and in the middle east, it's night, so really, what am i talking about?

oh wow, there's this kid on tv i want to adopt. he is a ginger, so he has no soul, perfect for doc and i. he's skinny with buzzed hair, big, thick glasses and big teeth, almost bucked. he is SO CUTE! if i could have a kid that cute, i may have a kid. again, what am i talking about? i'm too old to have a kid, finally. that ship has sailed, i don't have to put up with anymore shit from the pro-breeding lobby. sorry, kids, didn't want kids. now it's over. i mean i could have a kid, biologically, but i've learned a lesson from other women breeding at my age, birth defects are too common and all too often it's something you can't see in the womb. no thank you. i raised special needs siblings, not doing it with my own. sorry. again, that ship has sailed. when i was twelve.

i've also been able to determine that Jack is not at the pound. remember Jack? it's been a year since he ran away. yeah. so it's been a year since doc had his own bed. he's been couch surfing and sleeping in my bed and on the floor for a year now. but hey! we have a dining room table! we can't use it because all my art stuff is on it. when it next warms up, i will set it all up in the garage studio. i have so much work still to do out there, but i can get my art stuff set up on one of the worktables and still have the other one for unpacking and organizing. it's time to think about getting a chair out there. i swear, spring and spring cleaning and the flea market can't come soon enough. we need so much random furniture. and we have to look at getting a new couch. when we get rid of the fucking bugs. we've cut them down to a couple of nests here and there that we get. and then the spring up somewhere else. but it's not an all out infestation where every time you hold still there is a bug crawling on you. so we've almost won.

i really need to cut my nails today. i can't type for shit.

if i had a dollar for every time i said that on here, i daresay i could put doc and the cats up in a hotel and call in an exterminator.

if you've never heard of Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, and you like classic adult contemporary (how's that for a fucked up market term?) and punk-ish . . . you must try this. punk covers of "Mandy" and "Sweet Caroline". i highly recommend it. and not just because i am high. they are really good. a bit monotonous after a while, but every so often, really nice.

time to straighten my hair!

nope, didn't need to straighten my hair. i brushed it out and it looked good. it's only me and doc seeing it, so it doesn't need to be perfect. just presentable.

ack, i'm a poetry writing fiend! i'm just going through the list of contests, there's a whole page of them, i'm going through the ones that end today (instant gratification). and i'm entering each one that inspires me just a little. i just entered one where to enter, you have to comment on and vote for the other contestants. so i did that. it was cool to judge. my own little contest is going along swimmingly. i think it will be easy to judge, some people seem to grasp the concept of what i want better than others.

i had to go in a rewrite a poem i entered in a contest yesterday because i got some comments on it and the people reading it clearly were not getting it. so i tried to add to it to make the voices clearer, i don't know if i succeeded. i'll know later today after more people have gotten out of bed and stumbled over to their computers.

i really need to stop fucking around here and get to work. i slept for a couple of hours. curled up with Chewy and Felix. Chewy is a little thing, but he has a lot of body heat, and when he curls up with me, i get instantly warm. so he's always got a bed with my tummy.
2013, cyd, new

it is so adorable i could squeak!

i achieved another level on allpoetry! i'm a level 8, an "adventurine thought". so poetic. i have a whole new list of tasks to accomplish before i reach level ten. and that will take a while. i have to win contests and earn points to run a contest, each one costs around 750 points, some contests are worth far more and i don't know how people do it, unless they comment all the time, because you do get a few points for commenting. so i have to win points to give points away and i have to give points away to earn levels. make sense? if i had a ton of money, i could just buy the points, but i'd still have to win some contests just as a part of the tasks they set forth. but it's more fun this way. and i won honorable mention in a contest. a poem about my favorite color. i compare it to a bruise and a punch in the nose, i didn't expect to place, this is weird. the poems i don't expect to win, win.

i slept all day again. work tonight. design and sort pages. maybe sort and copy files. get the structure set up and mapped by DW. i got a new set of Photoshop brushes (the most amazing things! they come in all shapes and sizes, you can make them yourself and they are always FREE!) of film borders, so i had to play with those for a while.

interesting thing i don't know if i mentioned, i learned how to do point of focus and darkened vignettes by hand in PS, by selecting and feathering and blurring and masking and all that nonsense. there is a filter in the pack in CS6 that does these two vignettes automatically, you can even choose what area you want the focus to be! it's good to know how to do it by hand, but wow, does that save me a lot of time.

Chewy and Felix have bonded over their time with me during the day while i sleep. Felix most often sleeps on top of or curled up with the dog, so they've been experimenting tolerating each other in their waking lives. turns out Felix really likes Chewy. and Chewy, who is a feline-ophile loves Felix. Felix gets up on the counter and knocks any food he finds onto the floor to share with the dog, and Chewy waits for him to jump back down and share before he starts scarfing down whatever it is. if the thing is in a package, Felix tries to open it first, then, if he can't, he bats it down to the dog to try to open, then they share whatever it is. and when it comes time for cuddling, which is any time they can get to my lap, they nurfle each other, rubbing faces. Felix gets his scent all over the dog's face, his dog. and Chewy nurfles him like he's a cat himself. it is so adorable i could squeak!