Journals... blogs for the pen and paper set

Yeah, I was never very good at keeping a journal, even for classes where they were required. Some of my very best creative writing occurred on the pages of a daily journals for college credit.

Ok, new rules; I will insert random comments as I see fit, but italicized. Liiiiike... currently playing: Delta Spirit, cool folk/rock/alt rock band. The daughter and I have that connection, music. We are avid consumers of music, explorers of aural and tonal landscapes. (Ooo, THAT sounded pretencious.) The point being I love that she will share her discoveries with me and also plows through my collection of CDs. She has Billy Joel on her Myspace page... what 15yr old has Bill on their Myspace? I catch her listening to him from time to time. And she'll pop past songs like they were Sham-wow commercials ("cuz we can't do this all day"... really? It's your job so I think you CAN do it all day) on the DVR, so I assume if a song is playing it is actually being listened to.

Writing... I have a degree in that arcane and time honored/worn (can't decide which) art, but it languishes in the dust accumulated over 17 years... Good god, crashing wave of existential angst there... (Surf! Muther F#%@er! SURF!)

My kids are old enough to not need my attention as much as they used to (previous excuse for not writing, see JK Rowling for how valid it might not be) so while the job search continues, perhaps I oughta really try to exer/orcise that craft a bit.

Oh... and we have a new cat, Oslo.
He's a slinky cat, quite a goofy guy who seems innocent compared to the pumpkin shaped and colored grand ol'dame of the house (our other cat, Kiki) who makes something of a rukus when he ventures too near. Too near being a vague and changable distance. Laying in front of my monitor is one of his favorite things. Next to sitting infront of it. (Yes, not a pic of him sitting in front of the screen... I know.)

Cute little guy.