The new kitten is becoming the kitten-with-no-name. "Sasha" has been bandied about because Neo likes the name and is acquaintances with Sascha from KMFDM. I'm having some problems making the transition from KMFDM to this tiny little girl kitty who has a whole vocabulary of noises and squeaks and mumbles....but, eh.... We have pets named Enzo, and Taj, and iguana named Felix, so what the hell.... Might as well.
And, before you ask me about Sascha or KMFDM, I just enjoy their music, and Neo's history with that band is with his first wife rather than me. They tended to end up backstage at Bowie concerts and all sorts of things like that. David Bowie got on his knees and sang to their son, Zane, when he was about 10 years old. Yeah, that's the life he had with the ex. Her brother is a musician, and I can't for the life of me, remember which band he's been playing in most recently, though they've played Philly several times.
Because we are all oh-so modern and supposedly well adjusted, I've met the brother several times. The ex-wife hugs me when she sees me and shows up often at Neo's art shows. I'm not complaining, but I find it a little amusing that we are so very "civilized...." Though I couldn't really explain why it amuses me....
Neo's life with me? He's currently snoring on the couch surrounded by pets while I type on the computer and watch some show on women murderers on ID channel. No, I'm not doing research or getting any ideas, so don't go warning Neo I'm plotting something. I love the guy. No plans of offing him, or anyone else for that matter, though certain politicians are quickly becoming fantasy targets for me--them and that guy in the Lexus SUV who just had to pass me on the shoulder tonight in spite of the fact I was going over 70.
Anyway, I am functioning on only a few hours sleep and the tail end of a rough week, so ignore the disjointed blather that is my blog tonight. The could-be Sasha kitten is asleep on my knee and I went off on a tangent.
It's all her fault. Ha.
Continue with the good, healing vibes to Jewelz, Flashmo and their son, Ryan, please. They need the love and comfort while dealing with all the uncertainty over Ryan's health right now. I don't know that there is such a thing as a "vibe" but there is caring in this world, sometimes....occasionally....and it is a healing balm, if nothing else.
I'll shut up now. I'm all full of flights of language and slides into tangents, so it's best to know when to shut up.
Though I admit to not being good at that trait.
And, before you ask me about Sascha or KMFDM, I just enjoy their music, and Neo's history with that band is with his first wife rather than me. They tended to end up backstage at Bowie concerts and all sorts of things like that. David Bowie got on his knees and sang to their son, Zane, when he was about 10 years old. Yeah, that's the life he had with the ex. Her brother is a musician, and I can't for the life of me, remember which band he's been playing in most recently, though they've played Philly several times.
Because we are all oh-so modern and supposedly well adjusted, I've met the brother several times. The ex-wife hugs me when she sees me and shows up often at Neo's art shows. I'm not complaining, but I find it a little amusing that we are so very "civilized...." Though I couldn't really explain why it amuses me....
Neo's life with me? He's currently snoring on the couch surrounded by pets while I type on the computer and watch some show on women murderers on ID channel. No, I'm not doing research or getting any ideas, so don't go warning Neo I'm plotting something. I love the guy. No plans of offing him, or anyone else for that matter, though certain politicians are quickly becoming fantasy targets for me--them and that guy in the Lexus SUV who just had to pass me on the shoulder tonight in spite of the fact I was going over 70.
Anyway, I am functioning on only a few hours sleep and the tail end of a rough week, so ignore the disjointed blather that is my blog tonight. The could-be Sasha kitten is asleep on my knee and I went off on a tangent.
It's all her fault. Ha.
Continue with the good, healing vibes to Jewelz, Flashmo and their son, Ryan, please. They need the love and comfort while dealing with all the uncertainty over Ryan's health right now. I don't know that there is such a thing as a "vibe" but there is caring in this world, sometimes....occasionally....and it is a healing balm, if nothing else.
I'll shut up now. I'm all full of flights of language and slides into tangents, so it's best to know when to shut up.
Though I admit to not being good at that trait.
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