November

The title is two-fold.  We are in the month of November, and tomorrow I am going to see David Mamet’s play November.

I’m feeling very theatrical just now, having seen Spring Awakening last week and now another play this week.  One might think I am very cultured with all this theater going, or one might think I am lazy and skip work whenever I can.  I don’t see there’s any benefit to the reader in my clarifying it.

Part of last week and the week prior I woke up most every night with a very good idea for a blog which I then forgot about by morning.  I always remembered that I’d had an idea but never remembered what it actually was.  It’s vexing.  On the other hand, maybe my ideas only seemed good because it was three a.m., and I am better for not having remembered.

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Of course I can’t be sure—”It’s a Very! Cat Boy Christmas” came to me during a bout of insomnia, and that sucker sold like hot cakes (hot cakes that were sent to people for free).  Speaking of which, I have worked out my basic plan for this years CD, which may conclude the Cat Boy holiday trilogy.  It will be a 2-CD set subtitled “Naughty and Nice.” 

One CD will be fit for the whole family and the other will not, as the title suggests.

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And those who get cards from me will get a handmade card once again, but I want to try something different this year, like maybe something using altered art.  Step one is to pick up a copy of “Photoshop Elements for The Clueless.”  What the hell is a photoshop brush?  And how do you, well, do anything at all.  So far, I managed to take a picture of John Morgan and turn it upside down. 

Who wants a card with an upside down deceased cat on it?

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I made bread.  The house smells good and the bread is going in the freezer. That’s pretty much the whole story. 

I also made hot and sour soup that tastes just like what you’d get in a restaurant but I am not posting the recipe because most people cannot get lily buds or tree ear mushrooms at the nearest store like I can.  Don’t be envious, I have to go to the next town to get Parmesan cheese unless I want one made in Mexico, so we all have our cross to bear.

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Everyone assumed Gallant was gay, but I always thought maybe Goofus was just being rude and clumsy to throw everyone off the scent. 

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I am calling the latest cat who dines on my patio Ginger.  She is mostly white, very small, and very vocal.  These are qualities shared by a cat I once knew named Agnes.   I free associated with the name Agnes . . . Agnes De Mille, Cecil B. De Mille,  Gloria Swanson, William Holden, hit his head on a night table and died . . . it sort of went off track with that so I started over.

Agnes, Agnes De Mille, choreographer, dance, Ginger Rogers.  That was a much easier train to follow, although I’m not even sure Agnes De Mille was a choreographer. 

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I got the Spring Awakening CD.  I have no idea how I ever lived without it.