Categorylife

The general parent category for most of the things I write about on here.

One of the more interesting Louisa-centric sub-categories is biodata (where I explore my personal history with graphs, maps and whatnot), and if you’re that way inclined, you can read about the wonderful felines and canines with whom I’ve shared my life too.

3BT – musty, dusty, surreal, feral, exploration

1. My fingers smell of old, dried glue.

2. A circle of matte green-grey shoots have appeared in the garden. Only time will tell what they’ll be.

3. As I leave the theatre, a woman is holding a fake hand prop in her arms like a sleeping baby.

4. Carbon spot it first: a fox running down the road outside our house – the first we’ve seen here. We watch it until it disappears back into the woods.

5. The cats decide that 10pm on a chilly January evening is the ideal time to explore the front of the house. Carbon runs a beat across the empty recycling bins then climbs a tree; Carla explores the street and the gardens across the road; and Boron, manic-eyed Boron, celebrates every new outside discovery by racing back into the house to check everything’s alright in there. I stand under the street light and watch it all.

Last week’s Tweets (up to 2010-01-24)

  • @tim_waters yay! hope you'll be very happy there. you should get a cat! ;) in reply to tim_waters #
  • Has a bloody lip after being headbutted by the cat. #
  • Got overwhelmed at drama: the kids' 1st rehearsal & my first time looking at the script. It'll come together but right now, *head explode*. #
  • Looked after BabyJoe while Katherine was busy. A calamity-free sojourn aside from when I threw baby milk all over both of us. Sticky now. #
  • Left alone in the office while everyone else is making tea/emptying bins. Wish I had 5 whoopie cushions. #
  • Autopilot. Nearly got on the bus to the old house not the new one. #
  • Sounds like all the cool kids are at NWRUG this evening. The draw of Brightbox-sponsored pizza, eh? :) #
  • meh. #
  • For dinner, I would like bbqed king prawn, mango & pepper chunk kebabs. Am likely to have fish'n'chips. Not quite the same but still ace. #
  • The cat is sniffing my laptop warily as if he can smell the dogs I'm reading about on the Dogs Trust website. #

3BT – wide awake, sleepy, somewhere else for a moment

1. Despite promises that he’d go to sleep if I walked around the block, Joe wide-eyed stares with a concerned look on his face, wondering why he’s being pushed around by a strange fuzzy lady. Then, about ten minutes in, he realises I’m cool and is all smiles for the rest of the walk. When we return to our starting point to wait for the end of his mum’s appointment, I throw milk over the both of us. I think he’s rather glad when his mum reappears to wipe us off.

2. Heads nod rhythmically by the time we hit Rodley. The air on the bus is stifling, coma-inducing but the traffic is on our side and we sail through Calverley with barely a pause. Stepping out onto the pavement reminds me of the plunge pool at the Turkish baths.

3. Caius accidentally knocks over the heater in the office. The bang jolts us all for a few seconds. Later, at home, the tongs snap apart as I’m loading the stove and I’m jolted again. Our brains are frighteningly unaccustomed to the out of the ordinary.

3BT – reward + walk = rewalk, can’t wait, so soft

1. I finish an unpleasant task a lot quicker than I expect which means I have time for a walk with the cats in the woods. They bounce and chase through the decaying leaves then follow me home.

2. I learn about herbs from one book and wild foods from the other. I can’t wait for Spring to kick in.

3. The new brushed cotton sheet is taut and heavenly.

3BT – not a beautiful thing, stash, tails up

1. John chewing his food is not a beautiful thing. Especially when he is pointing at the half-chewed food in his open mouth and indicating that he and it are beautiful things. No, no.

2. I’ve unintentionally forgotten to visit two of my favourite web comics for a few weeks so have a stash of unread strips waiting for me today.

3. Tails in the air, they bounce single-file through the dining room door to welcome their dad home from the pub.

Last week’s Tweets (up to 2010-01-17)

  • @tim_waters i was thinking about the horse/car idea the other day, and whether i could get feasible around on a horse. answer: probably not. in reply to tim_waters #
  • anyone want an A6(ish) hard cover moleskine week-to-view 2010 diary? i bought it by mistake – thought it was A5. *annoyed with myself* #
  • @EMERGERecycling this might be outdated now but it used to be <a name="anchor-name"></a> on the para … in reply to EMERGERecycling #
  • @EMERGERecycling then <a href="page.html#anchor-name"> for the link in reply to EMERGERecycling #
  • Have managed to forget all my creative & thrilling poll ideas in the time it took me to sign up to PollDaddy & create a custom style. Sigh. #
  • I accept I'm going to HTML-hell because I am too lazy to open style.css & put styling in my HTML instead but am too tired to care. #
  • Likes this article – http://bit.ly/complain-less-plan-more – very much how I'm trying to think at the moment. (via @johnleach) #
  • Wearing a blanket like a sarong to cut out lower-back drafts. Not a sexy look. #
  • @tim_waters the refectory? they used to do fantastically odd combo lunches there. I once had pasta bake, with boiled potatoes & cauliflower. in reply to tim_waters #
  • The office is super warm for a change and we're all full of pizza. If we make it until hometime without falling asleep, I'll be amazed. #
  • @tim_waters I concur. I spend half my life bouncing between those states and it's not fun at all. in reply to tim_waters #
  • Has done loads of really great work today – stuff I've been putting off for ages. Not enough externally-billable hours though, boo. #
  • Learned why you shouldn't leave a fortnight-old glass of orange juice dregs on your bedside table next to your glass of water. *bleugh* #
  • Increasingly strange/interesting music at Moosewrench in Leeds. Feel somewhat disorientated/detached. Probably what the bands intended. #