For Dream_On

Create a Tumblr Playlist at MixPod.com Tell me what visions this conjures.  

For Bluesman

Create a Tumblr Playlist at MixPod.com No offense, mate, it's just I like this version far better. You see, the original is a lullabye. Cheers!  ...

Eastern Chillness

  Create a Tumblr Music Playlist at MixPod.com Now and again we all need a change of pace Then again perhaps that should be a change of peace?  

Rantism and Rhetoric of Referee

Warrior maidens, battle axes, smoke, scales, a little boy with darkest blue hair and black eyes that show one centuries, many of them..... the Imperial Aquarium with accompaniment of Harmonium orchids... the fire muttering to itself...

Newborn Mice - Image

These ARE NOT Miss Mouse's brood. This is an image I found on the net in a public access file. These are newborns, a few hours old. Were they Miss Mouse's, I could fit three of them cozily on me thumbnail. ...

Miss Mouse the Morning After

   I managed to sleep a bit after I went off.  S sat sentinel for a  time and Tess awoke by herself an hour after the time she'd indicated to me.  She wasn't put out at it and left a lovely note.    Before she left, S tells me...

Update and Nattering

   Tess is asleep on the gold chaise.  Miss Mouse is fully occupied with her new brood.  I would not mind sleeping meself but I am the only waking human in this place and I am unwilling to leave Miss Mouse unattended in this early...

A Mighty Squeak

   It would appear Miss Mouse has gone into labour.  She seemed fairly disinterested in food this morning after I rose, didn't even really care for the walnut, only nibbled a moment at the pumpkin seed.  She's come out now and again...

My Kitchen is My Maternity Ward

   I awoke this afternoon to the sun painting the sky pastels and the telephone demanding attendance.  Like most, I am not inclined to answer the telephone within the first few moments of waking so I let it complain, took care of a...

Terrible News

   It is odd how some things will make one forget to breathe while the world takes a surreal quality.  I have just heard such a thing and it is terribly, sadly true.    Elizabeth Taylor is no more.    Why do I...

Sexy Tuesday at the Mile High Club

WARNING! ACHTUNG! NOTICIA! YO! This blog contains an image that portrays partial nudity and sexual congress between two very different species. If this will...

Nattering on the Terrace

   It isn't the bed.  It  isn't I've not been here for a year and the sounds and arrangement of the furniture have changed.  It isn't the different smells, the absolute darkness or the hum of hard drive.    It's insomnia, my...

Upon Return

   I approached the band from the previous post and they were delighted to permit me to sing after a quick audition of the microphones.  They use three vocalists and all are unavailable due to illness.  They were near the end of the set and...

Unexpected Interval

   The establishment at which I have a reservation has called a while ago to inform me the previous custom are not moving along and the place is full up to local regulation.  I would have been only too happy to make another...

Beyond Cattitude

Give me chocolate or I teach you the true meaning of the word peckerhead    

Time to Write to Ben

   Ahn is so much fun!  I have him for a sleepover tonight and he is doing the sleeping for both of us at the moment.  He's curled up on the crib mattress I put in the lounge in his own little cloak this time.  I offered him mine...

Slightly Manic Natter

   Scribble, scribble on me wall..... yes, me wall.  Not the one on the profile, that one has been closed since they put all that shizzit on it without leave and didn't give us any way to remove it.    It's the one over there,...

Where's Nightbane Been?

    Where have I been seems to be the burning question of the past few days.  Not in relationship to me recent pair of illnesses, that was well understood, but in reference to the time since me self - imposed quarantine has been...

Full Circle

The cold has departed, higher metal function is returned and so I will conclude this surreal journey with another image by the same artist with which I began. Behold, my belovéd cottage! ...

Reawakening

This image is a wonderful metaphor for me returning awareness of all beyond meself in the wake of illness. It is also the companion piece to the green stairs of last week.    

AUUUGGGGHHHH!!!

   I do not take well to confinement.  I become bored in short order and, where I am insomniac, cannot simply get tonnes of extra sleep as so many others do.  I haven't the concentration for detailed stuff, am bored unto screaming...