It has occurred to me that a lot of people run cat photoblogs. These photoblogs gain a devout following. The owner of the blog then ends up selling t-shirts, AND PEOPLE BUY THEM. People want to wear t-shirts with somebody else's cat on them!
I want to see how far I can take this. So I started a photoblog of my cat.
If you're on tumblr, like cats, and like internet experiments, and mostly just like smug looking fat cats, follow Athena is a Cat.
The only times I have ever really felt a tingling of shame for my eclectic behaviour, have been the times where my crazy has been inflicted on a random, innocent bystander.
This has occurred under 5 times.
I once ordered a cake from Dairy Queen, requesting the icing message of Happy Birthday Nature's Helicopter.
Whenever I have to get the Butterman carolling books professionally printed, I have a moment of pause as I stare, frightened into the eyes of the kiosk operator as she bewilderingly looks up from the cover of the document, which prominently displays the Butterman.
The only other time was today. When I submitted a batch of 12 or so photos of Donna & I to be printed on foam core.
We're talking photos like this:
I can only imagine the befuddled expression on the face of the dude at the photo lab as he unexpectedly opened the order. He's probably calling his co-workers over and is like "WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS?! You HAVE to come see this order I just got. Bitches be crazy!"
And according to the order status, printing is almost done! They might even be available for pick up end of day. When I go to pick these up, I'm going to be judged so hard. And I probably deserve it.
So, I bought a ukulele. My cat is unsure if he approves.
But look at it! It's beautiful! I had it in my mind that if I didn't bite the bullet and buy this beauty, then I would want to paint my normal looking ukulele so that it was unique.
Ukuleles are big right now. I want to be playing something that reflects my personality.
I loved this one the moment I saw it. If I had decided to paint, I was going to etch out a simple leaf pattern any way. It's simple, classic looking but still very me. Plus, it sounds fantastic. In fact, the gentleman at the store pointed out that this one sounded the best out of all the ukuleles they had in stock. I concur.
AND the universe totally wanted me to have this one. I had a specific price range in mind that I would be willing to pay for a uke. Originally this one was listed as $15 over that price range, but I decided to go for it any way, because LOOK AT IT! When he rang it in, it ended up being on sale, taking it down to almost exactly the low end of my arbitrary price range. Clearly an inside, universal job.
What's more, it took me no time at all to learn a handful of chords, and to even eke out a full version of Ingrid Michaelson's "You and I." AND within the first few minutes of sitting down with it I had plucked out the beginning progression of Florence + the Machine's "Blinding." I have been so musically on fire for the last few weeks, and I so want it to continue.
Roommate and I tooled around the music store, poking at instruments. I waxed poetic on how much I kind of am currently in love with the banjo and he looked at me like I was from Mars. Then he played a couple chords on one, I wailed "SEE? Listen to it! It's so delightfully tinny!" And he put it back, citing "you're crazy." And then I muttered something about how I totally want a mandolin too.
I think I just love instruments in general. As I grow older, I keep accumulating them. But in my defense, I'm playing them. Except for the guitar, I'm bad at guitar. But my ability for guitar may increase as I twiddle around with the ukulele.
This weekend? It's going to be a pretty musical weekend. The boy's in TO (after I spent a week with him out there and got us both sick) recovering from a cold. So there is no more perfect time to finally just indulge in the desperate desire to play music that I've been feeling the last 2 weeks.