I went to the doctor today after only a few hours sleep (long story but short oxygen capacity), and it turns out, that I am really, really, really, REALLY, REALLY SICK. Wow, I know, could have knocked me down with a feather, well, you can do that most days but you know what I mean. So, I am going to see a whole bunch of specialists or get referred because my health needs to be taken to a whole NEW level of ASS-covering, I mean the care and doctor’s oath and non-malpractice suits. By the way, if anyone in BC wants to sue me for libel of our fine system, please due so, I will be representing myself at the BC supreme court from inside the tin can (‘urn’ Linda says).
So while I am going to see all these specialists, lets instead look at what you really came for: yes, me and lingerie. So, without further ado, here is it, me, rooting away, looking for the tastefully sex depraved look 
(or was the sex-DEPRIVED look!) at Victoria Secret. I know, you wanted to see me IN the thongs, well, don’t worry, that is coming, this is called: foreplay.
By the way, I am in very bad condition, as in, I can’t do a blog I have been working on for two days, but try again tomorrow, okay. So this is the filler. Because I really am in VERY bad condition: seizure cycles and all sorts of fun stuff, like falling over sitting down and I think there was having my head spin around and pea soup come out, and then crawling up the wall like a spider….no wait, remind me to tell Linda NOT to play the film The Exorcist when I am sick.
So I am taking it easy because while the first thing the world needs is more of me in Victoria Secret (and manga – hint hint – wishlist – hint, hint!), the second thing the world needs more of is me. Yeah, that’s right, meglo-maniacal me! I think this place is better with me in it. It is a personal opinion but one I sit by. Also, when I am dead, we can test it out whether I was right or not. Plus, who else but I gets to wake up in the morning to this as a response to an essay I wrote following my trying to break up Pedophile Rings with the London and Cardiff police: “This is coming from a homo-SEXUAL. Dear, you've put your sexual desires ahead of morals too. It's like listen to an pot-head lecture about crack addicts. So please, enjoy yourself till Judgment, and stop judging.”
Wow, I love being on a continent where someone can not only condemn me, tell me THEY will be there to judge me but imply that there is nothing wrong with THEM having sex with 8-10 year olds because they are CHRISTIANS (and fundamentalists to boot?). Dude, when someone is smashing a TV with a baseball bat, it isn’t “judging” to say, “That’s bad for the TV.” So when someone does the same sexually to a child, it isn’t judging to say, “Maybe you are sick in the head and need the kind of counseling the Metropolitan London Police can provide!” So that was my wake up mail, sort of an honor in a way, to meet the only person never to masturbate ever (that’s what ‘put your sexual desires ahead’ meant right? Or was it the sex between two legally married people? Or sex at all. I am always confused how the people who are the most AGAINST all the types of sex think the world gets populated anyway?.... it is with lesbians and fertility clinics, that’s how!)
Anyway, we can leave all that behind us and focus on what else the world needs, and that is more Catgirls. 
I have to love this one because this is Catgirl is either going to first year or getting ready to go to college/Uni – yup, our punk leaning Catgirl who wears the cut off Collar just to make the older Catfolk turn and tut-tut this young Cats today what with the piercings, the painted nails, and the general attitude. Well, it really takes us back (except for people who are AT uni teaching them every day, sorry, they do grow out of it). Look at me, I am almost out of my goth/punk/tramp stage!
So, if I sit REALLY, REALLY still tomorrow, I might be able to get the blog done. You will like it, I assure you. There is nudity! Woot!
First off, a blog post note from Linda about how we are CUT OFF!!!! That’s right, total cabin fever in the winter. Living on an island, no way to post for 10 days and no way to the Hello Kitty store....yes, it was only a matter of time until I snapped and was reduced to this: 
Making miniature snowgirls.
I have NO idea why the animals, like cute bunnies, hang around me, or off of me,
of course it COULD be the warm buns I was carrying (and accidently dropping)? No, I am sure that was a coincidence. These images are from my favorite set of images from the game Snow. I don’t like snow atually (frostbite!), but the girl and the bunnies sure are cute, no?
Okay, so when the boat runs again in 12 days, we are going to be tweaking for entertainment pretty bad, which is why I did an update for everyone of the Wishlist. I focuses on entertainment like some more light romances (the fluff stuff) for Linda and the same sort of manga for me. And a couple TV series on sale that are highly recommended. There is actually a book there that is 450 pages long, so that would be good to help me try to read more each day: I admit it is manga, but hey, if I START with pictures, I will work my way up to words, right? What, what, don't leave, there is also a REAL book, okay it is a TEEN book but those are the best! It is called Memoirs of Teenage Amnesiac, and as a person with large sections of years missing I have strong interest in this book.
Naomi (main character) hits her head and loses several years of memory. She lives without memory, falls in love and reexamines her life as a stranger. Except now the memories are returning and she already HAS a boyfriend, and a bunch of friends of habits and ideas that the 'new' Naomi doesn't. So who is real, the Naomi now, or the Naomi of her memories? As a person who constantly has people project who I USED to be or versions they knew of me onto me, I can definitely relate to learning about your own life second hand. “I did what? I said what? No, there is no way I said that?” Is a common phrase by me in our house. What if you could only remember a day, how much would you have to believe or trust others interpretations of who you are? Welcome to Elizabeth Land! You can get the book for a $5 plus postage (send it to me when you are done!).
Please take mercy on Linda, and order her books (1 cent a book?), as after two solid weeks trapped on an island with ME, pure concentrated undiluted ME and she WILL need some fantasy land relaxation.
Okay on to the serious, I have to make amends, because I made a promise here, on this blog and I intend to fulfill it, or as close as I can right now! I warned you that I would reveal all, that I would show the delectable I collected in Seattle (actually I am wearing Hello Kitty Panties this minutes, which I received through the mail? So yeah, keep the lingerie coming! And I will keep the pictures coming!). So here it is, me, exposed, as from my last ‘official’ school picture day:
Yes, I am sticking my tongue out and wearing a bathing suit but it is SPIRIT of shocking and appalling everyone that matters right? I honestly will try to put up a picture tomorrow of me, the real me, rooting through the Victoria Secret skimpy panties hoard (I think it was in a special pile next to the Slut, Thong, and Eatable baskets of panties).
First off let’s check in with Linda and myself, because we have a serious topic to discuss with you; one involving community, life, love and …………BOOBIES?
Hey! Yeah, you two! Try to limit that kind of stuff for the bedroom, or at least the park, the car, the little fort at the top of the children's slide, the trails in the forest (remember the time I tried to convince you to take off your clothes and use MOSS as a mattress?), the restaurants, and on the lawn of anyone who has a “Love the sinner; hate the sin” bumper sticker! Golly, Linda’s boobies are so soft and delectable, I could chase them all day. Seriously, they are miracle boobies which change every time I grope, fondle, grasp and enclose them. Firm but with just the right amount of give, and unlike a cantaloupe you don’t need to thwack them with a finger to hear that hollow sound. If I do that she thwacks my head.
Okay, now that the small fun is out of the way we move on to the serious fun which is introduced here by our snow girl with kitty ears who is eating MEN’s Pocky!
Food is actually gender segregated in Japan (seriously) so dark chocolate is listed as “men’s” ergo dark chocolate pocky is ‘men’s pocky.’ It is assumed that men like BITTER things and girls like sweet things, so if a guy ordered a parfait in a restaurant, they would likely pretend they didn’t hear him. Girls get milk tea, guys get COFFEE. This is a mainstay joke of anime or manga that if anyone changes gender they immediately head off to the nearest café and eat all the food they aren’t normally allowed due to social custom. Hey, I don’t make the rules!
Now a while ago I suggested for an upcoming weekend, that people go out and DELIBERATELY do something for someone else. Not a spontaneous act of kindness, but planned. One of my readers, Tammy (she comments!) sort of went overboard and as things fell into place the Grant County Cat and Kitten Rescue was born. Yeah, she started an animal shelter. Talk about an overachiever! She rescues cats with disabilities, deaf cats, and cats with depression issues, she went to a neighboring town to stop a cute calico cat from being put down and killed by the shelter there. She adopts cats out after paying for testing, spaying and neutering HERSELF (sort of keeps her working...a lot). Right now she is struggling, like any start-up; her tax-free charity papers are in the system and she needs to find rent for the building next to the vet clinic because she has 19 cats and three kittens to look after, along with her volunteers and helping vet. Sorry, that should read 19 cats, three kittens and one human to look after. Yes, I was adopted into Tammy’s Rescue Program. She is a sucker for those damaged and despondent. So she has adopted me and given me a job; name the kittens that just were born. And here are our heroes:
The first is a grey female who mews for food are not only louder than the other kittens combined but LOWER than the male.
Well, that sounded like a girl who would end up riding a motorcycle to me. There really has only ever been one name for the bossy, louder, take no sass grey: Kate. So, in making me part of something outside of my little room, it gave me a reason to keep on living. Here is Kate trying to get some privacy and some sleep.
She eats the most and is still the loudest. They are only just now struggling to open their eyes, so soon we will know what color eyes they have.
The second kitten was a boy with white feet and while I was NOT going to suggest Socks I was trying to find a name that was like Soot or Chimney Sweep.
But I ended up giving two names and the winner was Wyn, a common male welsh name for males that means white or pure seemed the best fit. You say it like Wind but without the D at the end, Wyn. The kittens have just mastered purring. I find it interesting that they learn how to purr before they can open their eyes.
But there was a quiet sweet female who always waited silent and patient to be fed. She has a sweet and kind soul, and while she isn’t the runt, she sure isn’t KATE. In the end, I gave some options but it ended up being (I know I am going to get comments about this), Qwen.
Qwen is a Welsh female name that means Fair (meaning pretty) and pure. So she is Qwen. She was also the first to learn to purr, and purrs as soon as you touch her and while she is quiet in demanding attention she has the loudest purr. Here she is snuggling up to Wyn.
So that is the stories so far of these these three kittens (who won’t be up for adoption for several weeks as they need to have solid food first!). I was hoping you could give TAMMY your comment (for all the nighttime feeding she has done, just for THESE three) for her work to create the Cat and Kitten rescue. You just have to click here, then hit ‘Sign In’ and leave a comment. Everyone likes to get feedback, particularly on our work of love!
So that was how Tammy sucked one human into her adoption project. And if you are in the USA, you can slip into the post anything from dried food to catnip, from pet stain remover to Frontline to her. Certainly there are some cat owners with unused kitten supplies, who can slip it in a $3 first class envelope. Some of it might even qualify for media mail. Her wishlist is HERE, and if you scroll ALL the way down to the bottom you can make a paypal donation. I don’t know if it is tax-deductible yet (those forms take a slow move through the government bowels) so I recommend only donating your $50-100 now and then come back to donate the thousand dollars later. What? It’s TAX DEDUCTABLE!
Seriously there is something amazing about cats, maybe because they have the honestly we don’t. Like this catgirl at a festival and his disappointment. 
They let you try to catch goldfish with a paper scoop at the festival and if you go too fast, it breaks. This catgirl is very sad, but I am not sure if the goldfish shouldn’t be glad. Cats always seems very, um, interested in fish.
Here is a scene that anyone who has had a cat can recognize. 
No, it isn’t the girl is staring off in silent contemplation, it is that the kitten has started playing with the ‘food giver’ and then decided that this nice plushy thing would be great to extend her claws on! Yes, the breast attack! That look on the face and the book completely secondary to these INTENSE sensations, as a friend of mine would say as her cat jumped on her lying down, “Not the claws, not the claws!” For guys, imagine a kitty jumping in your lap and then needing to knead and extend her claws a bunch of times before making herself comfortable. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Not the claws!
Cats and I have a lot in common; we both cough up hair balls, and we both like having our fur petted the RIGHT WAY (okay, that sounded REALLY dirty), and we both don’t like the water. But here is a catgirl who sure must love someone a LOT 
as she waits in the rain to give an umbrella to her love. See, that’s one good things cats are good at (besides making you give them food); loving. I think that is why lesbians like them (and dogs!).
And here we have our two junior lesbians out on a date which has gone slight wrong, with a bit of slip.
The one laughing I’ll bet is named Kate! Anyway, this will be a good memory later in their life, meanwhile the kitten is going, “Help! Hey, get some control down there, this is SERIOUS! WATER!”
Of course, then we get into the lesbian catgirls.
This is the kind of askew that I can never get my clothes to look, that sort of sexy, perfect askew. They both look like they are post SOMETHING but she has perfect stockings showing, they aren’t even pushed down? Oh well, they say that practice makes perfect....get over here Linda.....BOOBIES!
We leave the cats to the world that they inhabit and we get to share. 
They are mysterious, they are loveable, they are independent, they are cats. And it would be a poorer world without them. Due to Tammy I don’t know how many but many cats have been adopted after love and medical care. Thank you Tammy.
Okay, socially I am compelled to speak out about a “lifestyle choice” 
that is seems to be spreading. You see people doing it publically in sunny parks, behind closed doors (of course!) but now though recently rightly considered a PUBLIC THEAT these same people are now, according to a 2008 article, allowed to pleasure themselves on a plane, as THEY PLEASE. I am of course talking about knitting.
Yes, the lure of the yarn, Canada, the same country with legalized same sex marriage has as the number one blog, Yarn Harlot. I think the name says it all, and if it doesn’t, the names of the colors of yarn, the skeins, range from Eye of Jupiter
to Dream in Color Smooshy and Maui Sunset. Do these not sound like drinks you have had, or the names of that waccy tabbacy or LSD? Yes, there is something seriously addictive about knitting and it all starts with this: the spindle. Sure, we have been warned by fairy tales to STAY away from spindles
(and knitting), but do we listen. No!
I myself would probably be clacking my own special titanium needles, if my hand eye coordination were not so crap. Why? Because it is alluring, the colors, the texture, the softness, the click, clack, click, clack. The whole experience lulls you softly to the dark side. And yes, there is a DARK SIDE. Knitting has no limits, no restrictions on its ‘lifestyle’, one just goes from one orgy of color and creation to another until it is TOO late. Things like rules, like morals, mean nothing to a dark side knitter. Yes, all was shown to me in this book, Loose Knits 
(I really have this cover), “Her private life was her own business.” Well, I think we all know what that means. Sigh. Oh the tales that cardigan could tell!
Why does this man have droplets of sweat upon looking at the Cat Boy?
Is it his erotic Uke charms (Uke is the traditional younger, more femme in a japanese male/male pairing) and the intricate pleasures of fur? Most certainly, but also because he knows that, yes, HE is a knitter (dare he approach?!).
And these women, don’t those eyes tell it all?
I think so. Yes, they are knitters too! They are probably off now for the erotic pleasures which are the only interludes between their knitting projects (Now that I write that it sounds sort of fun...wait!...see how easy it is to be sucked in). There is no boundary, country, sexual orientation; lesbians do it, gay guys do it, straight people do it, bisexuals do it. So alluring.
Approach knitters with CAUTION! 
I am not saying that ALL knitters have got to the place where it all skeins and patterns, schedules and new needles, more colors, variants of patterns, breaking tradition, breaking rules until nothing matters!!!!! But some are. Here is a tragic case I see all too often. Young girls, allured in by the easy pleasures of knitting, but then find modern world too dull, too confining when a skein and two needles can make anything you imagine. They start hanging with the wrong element, looking for those fast and cheap thrills to fill that hole which knitting made. 
Yes, that’s right, you down the left, with your knitted cap and ear flaps, a good girl once but now, just another member of a 'girl gang'. A life wasted....for earflaps? Sigh.
Here we see a knitter who has just finished her project, floating on what is know as ‘knitter’s high’,
yes, she is in her own world, dreaming of her next pattern and her next color, shall she use the swing needles and Jewel of the Nile? Nothing can reach her now, as she floats on the feeling of a project done. Even when they aren’t knitting, in a sad way, they still are.
This Uke is a knitter, and proud of it too, so boldly does he look in the eye.
That is the confidence of someone who has completed several patterns, who has created a pattern variation and successfully knitted it. “But, but,” I hear you say, “as long as he is happy.” Well yes, he IS happy, but what about those around him (and what about his poor Seme who never gets to play or hold him, as the Uke is now so obsessed with knitting?), how many yarn widows and yarn widowers have we across this great land? I am a workaholic but knitters go FAR, FAR beyond anything I could do. They dream knitting I think, as every spare second, every minute waiting for a doctor or on a plane is spent, knitting, knitting, knitting. The closer they grow, they more they cling to those who speak the language of patterns and skeins and fall away from those of us who still love them. Love like this, my first girlfriend, who didn’t in the end have time for me, didn’t even talk. And when I could get her to relax, what is she reading? 
SOB!!! A book of PATTERNS! Yes, I knew then that I had lost her to knitting.
Of course, it doesn’t stop there, as knitting leads on to embroidery and all sorts of other hand-crafts.
And while Kamikaze Girls is a great tale of a mismatched couple of girl who fall in love, it is also the embroidery love song as a girl who does her own embroidery ends up working for Baby, Star shine bright (VB rose, another manga/move also is about a girl, caught in the delicate web of sewing, of knitting, of embroidery).
Am I saying that all knitters are bad? Of course not, but to see this beautiful cat boy in a kimono,
NOT enjoying the sakura Cherry blossoms because why? He is deciding that he should start that pattern over with a skein of Blue Hawaii rather than Belladonna. Can he not see the beauty around him, the moon, the flowers, the petals, the stars. Sadly no, only the skein of Blue Hawaii.
Here is a classic trio who have enticed a newbie into the lure of yarn and knitting.
First, the one of the left is obviously aroused thinking of all the ‘help’ she will be able to provide this newbie in a community where people help each other with projects all the time, hands touching, knitting needles clacking, the soft rub of yarn…. The girl in the middle is the ‘catcher’, the one whose enthusiasm for knitting and how EASY it is pulls them in. Little do they know that a lifetime of knitting obsession awaits them? While the girl far right is already away, now that the little fish reeled in, she is back with patterns and possibilities. Oh, what will be made next? Already anti-social, even as she has convinced another to join her ‘lifestyle.’
Nor do I say that knitting (in moderation...with therapy) is bad, in fact, so many people seem to enjoy it I think there is a lot of good that can come of it; but much like pinball machines, we have to ask ourselves, what of those poor people for whom it becomes an obsession? There are literally so many patterns, so many people, like Yarn Harlot or Yarnophiliac who have openly embraced their addiction, who gladly push it on to others, not knowing if they can handle the strain. There is no way to complete all patterns, and yet, sometimes it seems that knitters will try. That the dozens of gifts will all be knit, that socks and sweaters will be done in record time. More, more more!
We finish with the fruits of labour, a knitter who has finished with her scarf and is enjoying a well deserved rest. 
Is that what you see? Because the truth is, she isn’t even looking at or enjoying the scarf she has made. WHY? Because that isn’t a book she is reading in enjoyment, no, it is a SCHEDULE that an enabler like Lene has created for her. No, no! Look at the trees, the park. But, for her, it is TOO LATE, she is already realizing that she is 90 minutes behind on her knitting schedule. And that is all she can see. No she didn’t turn delinquent, but there is a lonely lover waiting somewhere for her, who will have to wait some more.....she just needs to finish these socks before she can head home.
(or was the sex-DEPRIVED look!) at Victoria Secret. I know, you wanted to see me IN the thongs, well, don’t worry, that is coming, this is called: foreplay.
I have to love this one because this is Catgirl is either going to first year or getting ready to go to college/Uni – yup, our punk leaning Catgirl who wears the cut off Collar just to make the older Catfolk turn and tut-tut this young Cats today what with the piercings, the painted nails, and the general attitude. Well, it really takes us back (except for people who are AT uni teaching them every day, sorry, they do grow out of it). Look at me, I am almost out of my goth/punk/tramp stage!
