Playdate

On bright days like we've been having I want to be like those lucky housepets who spend the day moving from room to room in pursuit of each warm pool of sunlight.

Here's a sunny room above.And here's a cat who knows just what to do with it: I want to go down on my stomach and rest my chin on my paws too - ah!This winter sun is still slanty enough so that it’s right in here with us, like that warm light on top of your fish tank.It’s more than 'in here' with us; it came expressly to spend the day with us, as with a playdate arranged by unseen parents. It makes me want to put on skates and hold a roller derby zooming around the rooms. It makes me want draw 50 pictures and tape them to the wall going up the stairs like my sister and I did that Saturday morning our mom dared sleep until 8.She was pretty mad when it turned out to be a permanent exhibit.(Who knew the tape would take the wallpaper with it when we pulled it off.) We kids didn’t mind it; so for us it just made a nicely unusual art gallery, like the kind Jack Nicholson-as-the-Joker makes when he and his goons come calling at the Gotham City museum. (That's below if you want to take a peek.) But listen the sun really is getting stronger every day, can't you feel it? And yet it's still so close to us. It likes Earth better than those other planets, that's all. Yeah I'll say it again. A day like this just wants to make you stretch right out. Now for some weird late-80s pop and Jack Nicholson with the ultimate Face Lift Gone Wrong. :-)[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-c-pRsZR9g]

The Week in Review

I found the bird who was flying all around my house over the weekend. She was lying against the window-glass, a soft glove of feathers on the  bookcase. Also point of information: she was never the same bird as the one on my windowsill having sex in public for the last two months and just about runnin' the place. That one never came inside. This one was all over the house: went to the bathroom in the kitchen, the powder room, on my favorite bright red raw-silk sofa cushion etc...Also, that isn’t really Gandhi in yesterday’s post. Gandhi is dead now. That is actually a statue of him next to me at Madame Tussaud's House of Wax in London. I myself am not yet dead but when that picture was taken I had not yet heard about beauty products. I look like the scene in the first Batman movie where the news team is afraid to wear makeup on account of how the Joker poisoned the Gotham’s City ‘s whole supply.Also, I posted the wrong picture of me looking down at my own chest at age 12 in The King And I . The right picture is up now if you scroll down. This picture, that picture: they both make me cringe.And speaking of pictures,  another awesome picture of busty Christina Hendricks up now too.Ok that’s it. Driving 300 miles now, meetcha at the second the rest stop....!