There's a light in your eyes tells me somebody's in

From the "you learn something new every day" files: I never knew until today that the woman who wrote this and the man who wrote this were married to each other!

They were both a huge influence in my childhood and I love both still. Does that make them my word-parents or something?

They even live in the South of England. How cool is that??

Spike's been... fun these last few days. The kittens are all over the bedroom and come to the crack in the door to touch noses with him. He's even been allowed in the room with them a couple of times. Shona did the most perfect miniature fluffed-up fury at him before deciding to be his friend - the other three just treat him as part of the furniture. He's as careful around them as if they were soap bubbles that his life depended on not bursting, but their existence excites him almost beyond endurance, so as soon as I drag him away from them to take him out, all that pent-up psycho hosebeast comes fizzing and boiling out. It's fun. And a little scary.

Oh look, I did an entire entry without bitching about the heat. That's just because it's too fucking hot to repeat myself again. It's killing me. It's also why I'm not internetting much. I can't sit in this chair in the daytime without being glued down by sweat and my brain's too boiled to read or write much anyway.

Okay, it was almost an entire entry.

There's a light in your eyes tells me somebody's in

From the "you learn something new every day" files: I never knew until today that the woman who wrote this and the man who wrote this were married to each other!

They were both a huge influence in my childhood and I love both still. Does that make them my word-parents or something?

They even live in the South of England. How cool is that??

Spike's been... fun these last few days. The kittens are all over the bedroom and come to the crack in the door to touch noses with him. He's even been allowed in the room with them a couple of times. Shona did the most perfect miniature fluffed-up fury at him before deciding to be his friend - the other three just treat him as part of the furniture. He's as careful around them as if they were soap bubbles that his life depended on not bursting, but their existence excites him almost beyond endurance, so as soon as I drag him away from them to take him out, all that pent-up psycho hosebeast comes fizzing and boiling out. It's fun. And a little scary.

Oh look, I did an entire entry without bitching about the heat. That's just because it's too fucking hot to repeat myself again. It's killing me. It's also why I'm not internetting much. I can't sit in this chair in the daytime without being glued down by sweat and my brain's too boiled to read or write much anyway.

Okay, it was almost an entire entry.