Working On My Tan

Not really.

Just feeding the raccoons. chrysantza, I know you can't take another cat, but perhaps this family of four would like your home better? Keep your squirrel company?

It's not even that late, but I'm inexplicably tired. I decided it was time to retire the little purple backpack of doom, so that means tomorrow I get to move everything into the new animal-friendly vinyl-but-looks-cool-as-leather messenger bag with pockets big enough for my cell phone.

~random~

Dogstar is active again. It's nice. I spent a lot of time on it, and I wasn't sure if it had life left in it or not. Apparently it does, and my challenge is to make the site grow up along with the characters inhabiting it. I think I'm doing a fair job; had a moment's inspiration when I put Dung in there for no good reason and it kind of spiralled, so that's a good thing. And most people who I've talked to said they're glad it's back, so that means all that work over the 2 months wasn't in vain.

I have PsyFurs stuck in my brain. Bah.

Tonight, Mitch and I finally watched Bruce Lee: A Warrior's Journey. He was pretty amazed by it, and by Lee's drive.

Hell, yeah! That's what the guy was all about. It's a really nicely done documentary. I love his early stuff: his screen test for Green Lantern especially. It just kind of makes me melt. Just a little bit.

In other news... it was far too busy a RP day. I need the weekend to myself, to my family. We were ostensibly going to take a family trip on Sunday and Monday, but that's not going to happen. Like so many other things, it fell by the wayside. Maybe we can do day trips instead... but I just booked a massage client for Monday, so that probably won't happen that day.

OK. Tired. I'm rambling. I'm babbling. Those of you who wanted ficlets: this weekend.

'Night, everyone.