I really do love Cats

I really do love cats.

Tilly and Kimba have been getting cuter and cuter. They’re currently snuggled up on my bed together. They’re strange companions, they really don’t have a lot to do with each other most of the time except they like snuggling up together when it’s cold (and sometimes just for fun) and occasionally Kimba likes chasing and swiping at Tilly - which Tilly doesn’t really seem to understand.



Today Tilly really wanted food, but i told she couldn’t have it till Kimba came too. Curiously, she went and got Kimba up (not straight away, there was quite a bit of frantic meowing before she resorted to getting him up).

They really do understand quite a bit.

Exploring MacJournal

I’m undertaking a highly enjoyable and entertaining experiment at the moment. I’m trialling the MacJournal software by Mariner Software. It’s promise is to bring together my diary/jounral, blogging, ideas sketches, story outlines and book summaries into the one place, fully searchable and accessible through pleasing nested menus. Previously it’s been scattered throughout numerous word processor files (across google, microsoft word and open office formats) and paper journals and i rarely access my past journeys which is a fair inhibition to someone who’s emerging desire is to be an incredibly successful writer.

And this post is an experiment to see how it goes uploading to my blog, which is one of it’s many fine features. One limitation i’ve just found is that i cannot seem to word wrap around an image. Well we’ll see what it looks like on upload. The set-up for connecting to blogger was a very easy process, if i was still using a PC i’d be thinking something had gone wrong!

The interface is very Mac, clean and logical. I can add nearly and media to it which is cool, and can even record voice and export entries to all sorts of formats. I’m excited by it, and i’m interested to see how it effects my enjoyment of journaling - which has been an on and off affair so far this life.

OK, here goes!

disfunction

Sometimes things just seem so hard and far away for no clearly explainable reason. Time to go to bed and hope my world has righted itself when i get up.

The Game

In the crack between dawn and daylight, idea and action there is a whole avalanche of thoughts, of processes, of beliefs and control signals that come cascading in. I begin to see them, i begin to see the buttons they press playing me like a finely tuned instrument they slip underneath my attention like a magician waving his hand and in the moment of distraction the deed is done. Like a magic trick, the trick being to disable magic, disable my choice of reality. I can see it, am i fast enough to catch it, or is that too a game?

wheels and gears

It's way too late and the wheels and gears inside are still whirring away furiously, spinning faster and faster towards their doom...

Sometimes

Sometimes at the days end all i wish for is a new day. Sometimes it helps.