Hurm

Wow, this blog's dying by inches (or centimeters, if you're metrically-inclined). Either everybody's lurking, or nobody's coming around anymore. Not that I blame you. I've been boring myself, too!

I made this one a sanctuary from some human flotsam that was dogging me on some earlier blogs, and in that respect, this place has remained flotsam-free. But also, it's always been a kind of secret satellite around my main blog, which is linked to my profile, if you'd like to drop by where things are generally more active.

So, I'll mothball this blog for the time being, and focus on the other one. The only thing I'd ask if you turn up at the core blog is that you don't refer to this blog there, because there are still some toxic lurkers on that one, and I wouldn't want them to be able to backtrack to this one.

Not like it's a big problem; if they did turn up here, I'd just delete this blog and be done with it. The reason I haven't fragged my latest core blog is because I'd torched two earlier blogs before creating this one as a refuge -- and I decided I didn't want to keep nuking blogs just because of some psycho stalkers.

Anyway, thanks for your time and attention here, whoever you are! Just click on the blog on my profile and you'll see me again.

Otherwise, nothing's cooking here until further notice.

Hey...

Does anybody still read this blog? There have to be a few lurkers out there, right? Not that it's been very interesting at the moment, I'll admit.

My cat, Jinx, is dying. I think she'll be dead either today, tonight, or tomorrow. She's old -- she's over 15 years old, and has lost most of her weight, won't eat or drink, and is definitely close to her end. She was a great cat, definitely my cat -- I was her favorite person by far; she hated most everybody else, but liked me. My older son said "she needs some new stripey legs; we can get a doctor to get her new legs." He's such a sweetie, my little engineer.

Anyway, I cried last night, combed and petted her; I didn't want to take her off to a place, where she'd be surrounded by strange things and strangers. Instead, I put a soft towel and a water dish near one of our radiators, and carried her there to sleep, so she'd at least be comfortable and warm. I've never had a pet before, never had to deal with the death of one. Makes me sad -- seeing her be so feline-stoic, keeping a brave face on her sickness, was just heartbreaking to me. Would that we could all die with such grace.

Her brother, Newt, is still strong and in good health; he's got a few more years in him, by the look of him.

Anyway, it'll be soon. I'll try to take a good picture of her to post, once she dies.

Harumph

I've been lax about the bloggage, lately. Whoopsie!

Hope the blog gods are a forgiving bunch!

Well, alright, then

I bit the betabullet and upgraded the bloggie, poppets! Behold the new Asterisqué!

So, this morning (at work, of course), I revised my resumé and sent it out, hopeful to get some better jobbage in the next three months. We'll see. Fingers crossed.