Meow House Theatre

I would like to point out that I have made seven posts since April 4, five today alone I think; and of the seven, four of them are incredibly short (for me). I am feeling like I’m doing that “twitter” thing, which is some kind of cell phone bloggy update thing that I don’t understand the point of. I guess you send messages to heaps of people you don’t know and it comes through to their phones? I don’t understand how that wouldn’t be annoying but maybe that’s not really how it works. Hell, I only learned how to send a text message a few months ago. That area of technological advancement just passed me by for some reason.

To the person(s) who said they would have to leave me if I didn’t start posting more, I blame you for all this.

Be back soon!

P.S. I’m going to do my darndest to get a free subscription to “A, The Abortion Magazine.” Then I’ll read it openly on the train and secretly photograph people trying to nonchalantly look at me when they think I don’t notice them.

And another thing: one of the searches that gets a lot of hits to me is some combination of: chloroform, gerbils, redhead, and “how to pronounce dextromethorphan.”

I have never in my life written about chloroforming redheaded gerbils and/or drugging them with cough medicine. It sounds terribly messy, doesn’t it?  I would not choose to be involved in whatever hideous practices are related to such activities.  I don’t understand why I get so many hits off these words.

I’m the eighth link on google for “photos of shane macgowan.”  Huh.  I don’t have that many of them.

(I discovered this from looking at my flickr stats.  Not from googling the words “photos of shane macgowan.”  Because I know that would be weird.  Not that it’s weird to do it, but weird for me to, since I already have photos.  Oh never mind.)

There is an actual publication called:

“A, The Abortion Magazine”

I don’t think anything is wrong with the magazine’s topic but that name just doesn’t seem like a very good marketing strategy to me. It vaguely reminds of “O, The Oprah Magazine” and while they might be trying to generate thoughtful mainstream conversation about reproductive rights, all the name makes me think of is some fluff to pick up in the checkout line. With slick photos. I’m sure that’s not what is in there but the thought is making me ill. Just in time for lunch, jolly good.

I’m pretty sure there’s also “W, The Wart Removal Magazine” out there somewhere, and “AT, The Abscessed Tooth Magazine.” I’m trying to find links.

(No I don’t really equate the topic of “A” with warts or abscessed teeth. Please save your indignation for someone in Congress.)

HEY fucktard and you know who I mean.  This stuff is mine no matter how insignificant it might be.  Write your own damn shit.

And if you want to use my pictures, try asking and then I’ll probably say yes.    If you want to use a tiny bit of one for an icon, fine, you don’t have to ask.  If you want to go and post them and let people think you took them, um no.