Maxopotamus from every possible angle

I spent most Wednesday mornings hanging out with our cat. Since he spends the other weekday mornings making his hurt-feelings face and Marge Simpson sounds because I’m busy getting ready for work, Wednesday is the day that I try to make that up to him. It’s also the day that I use to get as many housewifey chores out of the way as possible. Housewife Wednesdays are my favourite day of the week.

The mornings always start slowly, full of optimism. Sometimes those long mornings stretch into the afternoon, and then Scott gets home from work and it all goes downhill from there. I’m not saying today won’t go like that (anything’s possible!), but I know I got a ridiculously huge task out of the way: I finally put more pictures of Max on Flickr.

I used to take pictures of everything. EVERYTHING. Mostly Scott. But also everything. That habit waned a bit, and now I only take pictures of cats, bands, and food, just like a good Internet Person, but I’ve still got this backlog of various pictures that I want to put up, but never get around to organizing. I’ve still got a few happenings from this year and last (and anything before that can suck it), but the cat pictures were the most colossal and daunting of computer-related janitorials.

Behold! The early pictures of him melt my widdle heart because he’s become such a grand fluffy beast since then. I’m going to go find him and give him a little kiss on the top of his head. And then I’m going to do some dishes.




Firstly: I have finally captured my cat’s love for bananas. If you’ve ever met me, you’ve heard about my cat because I’m a crazy cat lady and have little else to talk about. And when I talk about my cat, I have to bring up the bananas, because it’s impossible to enjoy a banana in the presence of this cat without him muscling in on your territory and stealing a lick. By the way, my vet says this is perfectly fine. Weird, but fine. That’s Max for you.

Secondly: November’s coming, and that means that it’s time for me to write my second shitty novel. I’ve attempted National Novel Writing Month a few times over the years, but up until 2010 I failed every time. Now that I’ve done it once, my goal is to write a somewhat less shitty novel, and the worn-out excuse that I’m too busy is not going to fly.

Last year, I was working six days a week at two jobs. Now I’m down to a forgiving four days at one job, so time isn’t an issue. I’m sure I’ll figure out a way to make it an issue, but I’ll be lying. I’m also arming myself with an outline. I’m taking it semi-seriously, because I have these characters and I know about all these horrible things that are going to happen to them and I’m going to spend November trying to put it into (a minimum of fifty thousand) words.

There you go. An actual blog post. Get used to it?

No promises.