Black Doggerel

My ISP lets me have 55meg of free webspace with my account, but I was too computer-ignorant to know how to use it, and Photobucket was more than adequate for my picture-posting needs, so I never bothered learning. But then I bought me a microphone so I could engage in suggestive soundfile spam with Spider (a very sweet and dirty-minded Texan at TrekBBS - why do American Southern accents sound so damn horny?) And Ripway.com's download limit was just way too small, so I harassed goldenballs - er, I mean angriestangel until he very kindly talked me through the whole FTP thing. And, lo and behold, I have functioning webspace!

Of course, the first thing I did was record the dogs...

Spike making happy growls

Squish howling to Whole Lotta Love

Spike can do a lot better than that, but he found the microphone a bit offputting. He's sensitive, bless him. Squish, of course, was totally oblivious - this is the dog I can take out to watch fireworks with me. Or I could, if I didn't have to stay home and peel Spike off the ceiling every time there are fireworks...

Spike has a new cat friend! One of the many cats belonging to the various neighbours has taken a liking to him. They haven't met face-to-face yet, but they spent two hours staring at each other the day before yesterday - cat on the lawn outside and Spike perched on the windowsill making abstract nose art on the glass, like a bizarro-world Romeo and Juliet. Ah, well, it makes him happy... She (cats of unknown gender are always female, like hawks) is a black and white tuxedo cat, small and dainty like his One True Love Maisie. Seems to be his type - ah, who am I kidding? His type is any cat that'll hold still long enough to be stared at. It's even better if he can make nose contact, and he practically wets himself with pleasure if they swipe at his face.

Just had an interruption by a parcel delivery guy bringing medical supplies of some sort for the old guy in the flat next door. The only trouble with that is that I think the old guy next door may have died - the last time I heard anything about him he was going into hospital again, and I've heard noises from next door suggestive of someone clearing the flat - also there was a large bagful of old-man clothes in the communal bin last week. I suppose I'll find out for sure when whoever's clearing out the flat finds the card left to tell them I have the parcel.

The delivery guy turned out to be both a dog fan and a sci-fi geek, though - he recognised the origins of both Spike's names (though not Squish's - no one ever gets that) and asked Spike out. (Yeah, Spike - not me. The price I pay for having the coolest dog in the 'verse...)

You scored as A Too Kinky Faerie. *Wolf Whistle* Here comes the beautiful faerie love machine! You like all things sexy and think it's not just a method of reproduction but an art, and a fun one at that! Also, you'd rather relationships don't last too long. You're pretty flirty and love having a laugh and getting to know people but be careful who you seduce, you don't want to break anyone's heart really. Or do you? ;-) See All Results/Comment </td> A Too Kinky Faerie 100% A Too Evil Faerie 85% A Too Silly Faerie 65% A Too Sweet Faerie 65% A Too Sporty Faerie 50% A Too Serious Faerie 45% A Too Lazy Faerie 45% A Too Depressed Faerie 40% A Too Astral Faerie 40% Which Dysfunctional Faerie are You? created with QuizFarm.com

I had to edit the text a little. The apostrophe-blindness and the your/you're confusion made my eyes bleed...