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Go way. S’eeping.
But, have you seen what’s hanging out outside my window here at Castle Gaiman?
Skelemingo.*
Not my problem. Sleeping.
Well, then what about Cerbermingo?*
Still not seeing a reason why we should stop sleeping.
What about this thing?*
Okay, now that’s kind of creepy.
And random pirate dog says “Yarr!”
*All demonic flamingos are the sole product of the demented imagination of Matt Kuchta. Management takes no responsibility for any nightmares generated by same.
Da Girlz
You think you’re so smart!
What do you mean you’re not coming downstairs?
Surely you must be joking Mr. Feynman
The diet has made me hungry…for your soul!
You were done with this, right?
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 31 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Ash, Jordon, and Isabelle doing their group rendition of “It’s about damn time you turned the radiators on!”
There’s one under all the cat beds–which reminds me that high on my list of things to do once I finish this book is build a new radiator bench that makes it easier to, you know, radiate.
Leith says, “You ladies can have the radiator, I’m going for the couch in the office.”
That’s where I am, with the space heater that Laura so kindly turned on for me when she left so that I’d have a warm workspace when I got up.
Finally, Meg. “Boss where are we going next? Do you want to take my picture? I…I…What was I saying?”
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 17 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Sexy? Damn right!
Cold? No, what makes you think so?
15 pound cat 10 pound bed
Of coursh I can touch my nose with tongue, Officsher.
Once my eyes finish charging you are so going to regret waking me up!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog October 10 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Mithril
Snowmane
Gabriel
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog September 26 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
The flying saucer people were delicious! Moar?
I am delicious.
Say what?
I ated something delicious, and it killed me ded.
You look delicious…come here and let me lick your camera lens, big boy.
Hey folks,
Crazy busy today and I’m posting writing stuff tomorrow as part of Joshua Palmetier’s synopsis project part two. So, rather then step on that, I’m going to cat blog very briefly today.
One pair of fuzzy lumps:
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog September 18 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Post-op kitteh is tired
Do you want to play string with meh!
Turn on the heater, dammit! I’m old and cold.
You can haz mah game controller when hell freezes over.
Good Morning Campers!
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog September 9 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
It has come to managment’s attention that the days are growing shorter and colder. The precipitating factor for this phenomena has to do with the Earth’s axial tilt and the changing angle of our position on the planet relative to the incoming light and heat of the sun. This is not, repeat not a plot on the part of the two-legged members of the household intended to end in the feline collective becoming a small herd of fuzzy ice blocks.
Further, though there are rumors going about that this facility’s h-vac system may soon be switched over to an artificial heating-centered approach, we must emphasize that’s all it is, rumors. The heating will not be turned on until after all air-conditioning units have been removed and placed in winter storage.
Finally, and perhaps most importantly, the drop in facility temperatures are not to be considered sufficient justification for open warfare over possession of lapspace in regards to the writer-in-residence. Yes, management knows that it is cold. Yes, management understands that the lapspace has both built in heating (see attached document on human body temperature) and auxiliary artificial heating (see attached specs for laptop processor temperature) but there are other seats in the house and the writer-in-residence has not been granted a cold-kitty workload reduction exemption—quite the contrary.
In closing, please consider the use of insulative materials such as blankets or duvets as a first resort. Also note that the sheepskin lined catbeds were provided with the heating needs of the feline collective specifically in mind. Don’t make us break out the electric blanket.
Thank you,
The Management
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog September 9 2008, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)
Your laptop is huge!
That’s no laptop? I am a laptop!
May I be your lap top?
That’s kind of a bizarre theme you’ve got going on there, dude.
Themes schmemes. Still the prettiest!
