A Spoonful Of Sugar

My new friend

qathi — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 06:18:57 GMT

Anybody else seeing stuff like this? I'm also getting messages I can't open... weird tribe, weird.

I'm having a moment....

qathi — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 09:32:58 GMT

Where I want to hide/delete 90% of my photos, and leak only the seriously worthwhile pictures out. But how to edit 4k units? Well, I know how, but how to do it gracefully? I think I know what I want to keep. Is it being drama-rific to want to make everything else invisible, or is it that I'm starting to see my body of "work" critically? What do I want to show the world? How do I want the world to see my pictures? The best 200? The most popular? The most interesting? ...if that were the case, The Kitty Monkey Dog Bear would have to be included. http://www.flickr.com/photos/qathi/211371712/ which in my opinion is not the greatest most thought provoking or even technically proficient photo I've ever presented, but hey the kids sure do love it. meh - talking myself off the ledge. It's a daunting task, it'll be a broad swath. Am I ready for it?

Vote for me!!

qathi — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 05:55:28 GMT

2008 Board Elections Ignition Northwest is a democratically elected arts board. Board members run for three year terms. Positions have been staggered so that several seats open every year. This enables us to bring in fresh blood annually without losing the cumulative experience and direction of previous years. This year, four seats are open. Only registered members may vote in the election. If you're not already a member, join now! Schedule of Elections Nominations will be accepted until June 12. New members may register to vote until June 12. Polls will be open from June 13 - June 27. New board member terms begin July 1. With 12 years of contributing to the community through creative participation, leadership, mentorship and organizational facilitation, I'd like to bring my participation in the community to the next level. That level is on the board of Ignition Northwest. I feel it is important that our community is represented by a board member with a full career as a performing artist. I intend to bring ears and a voice, representing the community performers, to the boardroom. www.ignitionnw.org

a sign that I am old

qathi — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 01:05:36 GMT

if my 1990 motorcycle is too old to get worked on without special considerations where does that leave me? Does ANYBODY on the n. west coast work on "vintage" sport bikes? I have a 90' hurricane in OAK that I need to recover. I'd like to ride it home.

RSS

qathi — Sun, 25 May 2008 03:18:18 GMT

I really hate the idea of being "tracked" on someones RSS feed. It creeps me out. Just saying.

Salutation to the Dawn

qathi — Fri, 16 May 2008 22:20:28 GMT

Look to this day! In the brief course of this one day lie all the realities of your existence. Yesterday is only a dream and tomorrow is but a vision yet each today will lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this one day for it and it alone is life <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBy4QXAAil8" target="_blank">It's a new dawn, a new day, a new life for me</a>

then & now

qathi — Fri, 02 May 2008 20:12:43 GMT

Find a haircut, stick with it. 1973 (5) & 2008 (39) come on lets see 'em

I <3 Arashi

qathi — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 23:59:04 GMT

moar videeo A couple transitions/pans I couldn't fix regardless of effort, meh. but because everybody loves Arashi.... http://flickr.com/photos/qathi/2435398580/ Arashi @ NIMBY 04/17/06

oh hai, I made video

qathi — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 10:40:34 GMT

okay not really a video, a bunch of pictures from firedrums a while back http://www.flickr.com/photos/qathi/2430241059/

okay there I did it

qathi — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:45:44 GMT

Kind of a biggish day... or few days. Had my first opening tonight. Spent the day arranging information to self-nominate myself to run for board member for a local non-profit community, arts and education organization. I submitted my little blurb before heading downtown to the gallery. pfew! Trying to sum up 12 years of steady continuous community contributions (teach/mentor/perform/promote) in one paragraph. Damn. First I surprised myself with how busy I'd been until I brokinated my leg bones. Second, how cool all of that stuff has been. Third how little of it has anything to do with (the obvious and automatically assumed) Burning Man. Nah, Burning Man only makes up about 1/4 of it (or less). Fourth, how did I have time to work?? I have no idea. Yesterday I had a meeting with some folks at HQ about a little project I work on for Labor Day weekend. Got to speak my beefs and make suggestions, and came away with a very short action list. Had a dinner hour meeting to discuss the advancement and growth of the fire arts in Seattle - more to come. It's exciting. Again, came away with a fairly short list of action items. The other day I applied for a wee little grant to take a temporary autonomous portrait studio to a week long regional event - which was another soul digging experience. But fun to put together. This is how I like it - my active mind working for the greater good, cooking up solutions with the other masterminds of the community. It feels awesome. I'm so FUCKING happy to be home and working on the Right Shit. "This" feels right and good and wonderful and worth it - that the last 12 years of grinding my nose on the stone has all been worth every single second of it. If only it paid!

some of you....

qathi — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 22:24:24 GMT

...Have known me for at least 8 years, or more. I'm looking for a reality check - for an "application" we'll say. I don't want to say, fact check, but a reality check =) can you pretty please write me at qathi dot hart at g mail dot com. I have a list of things I've worked on in the past 12 years, and would like to be reminded of things I've missed, or corrected on thing I have included. Thank you =)

day 549

qathi — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 18:37:23 GMT

Going first year stylee yo! Arm length, p&s, makeup light. My point and shoot is done for. i really need another pocket camera. It's kinda sad how bad it is, but I'm also happy that I really got the best life out of it before it tanked. I can replace it with a better p&s for 1/3 the cost (I have an SD400, I paid 4h and some change for it, I can get an SD1100 for 1h and some change - ah globalization!). I have my dslr and a handful of older bulky p&s, I'm not totally S.O.L. or anything, it's just a little sad in a weird sentimental way. I'll get over it. -- Yesterdays gymnastics attempts for my photo totally tweaked my neck, :-p what I'll do in the name of goofy photography! (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2339148187_78480f1b02.jpg) I also had a migraine yesterday, I was hoping the inversion would change something. Nope. -- Called an orthopedic center today to talk about having the hardware removed from my leg. Got the first set of instructions. I'm scared but feeling increasingly desperate to move towards removal. -- Been kind of a long couple of days, sorta. I'm back to "insomnia" which I think is really a reverse sleep schedule to the rest of the world. Living with a two year old makes for some really early mornings, and I'm a very late night person. I had previously been staying up until she woke up in the morning, and sleeping through the day. She's 2, she's loud all day. Oh well. I'll figure it out. She's been coughing all night tonight, I've been in to check on her, give her some water and try to move her around so she's not coughing as much. Not helping. She's not mine, and I'm not a parent or have much experience with wee tots beyond my interactions with this one. I want to comfort her, but I don't know if it's contrary to her parenting. Like I don't know if it's appropriate to go in and give her some tylonol and snuggle her back to sleep. I'll ask today.

transportation dreams, a theme or two emerge

qathi — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 00:21:27 GMT

Dreaming of challenging transportation lately In most of my dreams I'm always looking to get back to a dark sanctuary in which a in floor circular tank with a glass top, so you can walk on it, houses dolphins who swim in circles under foot, making a whirlpool. They posses some knowledge or healing powers, or are a power plant of some sort. I've been there before. Many of my dreams are about getting back to them for some reason. Once I got to go below decks and look at them at eye level through round windows. I felt very privileged to see them at this vantage rather than standing above them. Many of my dreams are desperate attempts to return to them. They are not mine to manage, but they fascinate me, perhaps I want to get back to them so I can find out what they do. I don't know, but for many years I've had this as a very strong component of my dreams. Everything leads to finding them again. Lately my dreams are more about the journey than the goal. The journey sometimes being slowed by my physical limitations. City blocks, new city, where I learned the dolphins may be, on campus Renting room in old storefront Scissors Bicycle during the day to scout Up steep hills I found the building that might have housed dolphins It was dark, parking was tight I found the building, could see it in the distance When I got close it moved - Riding elevated trains through EU, without passport or money, trying to get to a building up the hill from port city loading docks, missing trains by seconds because I can't get up the stairs fast enough. Looking for dolphins. - Trying to get home by following along bus routes, very steep hills, and not logical directions, taking me farther away from home, in the effort to get home. Home was a park side bungalow with Christmas lights around porch. Nobody was home. AH, everybody was down the way at the sandy deserted beach town - I had to go back through the lushly wooded bus route to the seaside to find.... a taco truck for directions leading me to follow directions to find my family or friends. - Trying to get down steep brick streets to a shop, it takes me so long every time, it's always closed by the time I get there. - Trying to get flight but limited by the speed of the escalators. Flying with someone, I have essential component to his or her travel. -One dream was to get to an island, 1/2 was inhabited by a colony - that was powered by forces on the other side, and I had to get to the other side to investigate. The task of getting to the other side involved seeking someone out seeking through dirty dusty market stalls. Turns out he was a drug dealer and in deep hiding, but he had what I needed to get around the island. I kept loosing him, the last time I saw him, and he was very skinny and walking with a cane. (I know this person in real life). I was granted transport to the other side - I had to hang from the neck of a blue blind unicorn that would walk me through a drainage ditch to the other side. He could see shapes, and was following a dark shadow of a kite for guidance - I could see the reflections of it in his giant almost sleestack eyes. The other side was a dirty mine like amusement park. I had to get tickets to go on rides or see shows that would explain what I needed to know. One ride, came on unrepentantly - I was in the ladies/performers backstage restroom locker room, I was unprepared to perform, I didn't know. The toilet stalls were similar to old therapeutic steam chambers from old movies. An alarm sounded and everyone retreated to the back of the room, as the floor rose into bleachers. I was then sitting next to an old coworker - I was supposed to give him something, but then he was gone - he worked there, which led me to believe I worked there too, but was late or unprepared. The ride was a journey through the dirty dusty park of the works the make the other side of the island go - as I got off the ride I was walked past my coworkers to a cafeteria to get lunch - and was granted special access. I sat next to my coworker to eat my dusty dirty fries, and he gave me the task of following a horse. Good luck, and I was out of there trying to follow this white horse through a thick crowd. -I was a little kid, my task was to keep up with an adult - he led me through complicated tasks. I had to jump and swing just right from perilous heights to follow him. He led me into an old school. I was to deliver messages, find people. The school was a complicated system of staircases that led to empty spaces that looked the same. I was not finding who I was looking for, I don't know if I would recognize who I was looking for, and was not frustrated about it. I found myself in the bathroom again, all of the stalls had low walls, they were very tiny and very dirty, and the commodes were installed into the corner of the stall, so one would have to uncomfortably perch within the stall to use it. While seated I could see over the stall walls at the goings on of the huge tile restroom. For lunch he took me to the cafeteria, I could get a discount lunch as long as I was with him- he worked there. We were traveling through a fascinating maze of junk, I was entranced by the spectacular display of stuff - we'd come to a section of bathroom cabinets that made the walls on one side, and the ground was paved with glittering lit virgin marys. I walked forward slowly through the relics and realized I'd lost my guide, and had to go back and find him. I learned he had slipped through the wall of old painted rusty garden gates; I just had to find the gate he slipped through to catch up. I did, and was running through the maze trying to connect with him, but was blocked by people standing in line, who thought I was trying to cut. I was waving money trying to catch up, saying I was with him. -Walking up hills looking for someone’s house without an address. I knew what the inside of the house looked like, and that's how I would find the person, I'd have to chat up everybody enough to get a look at their house, or chat em up enough for them to tell me. Apparently the house was pretty spectacular and legendary, but no address, everybody thought they knew where it was, but I never found it again (I had been there before, once with the adult in the previous dream). -Big house, gated, dark, dusk, lush fruit trees, locked out of the house, trying to get down to the beach, the beach and it's warm water was well lit by lights, the house was up on a cliff, I had to get down the cliff through a series of tunnels and passage ways inside of caves and then across a broad grass yard with rose bushes to a boat launch to get over to our little protected lagoon. By the time I got there it was too late, and everybody was leaving. I hung out and talked to the dolphins and smoked cigarettes. -Went out to the car for something, when I got back to the fence line the gate was locked so I walked the neighbors access road, I could see my designation, but couldn't get through the woodpile, over the fence, across the beach, the tide was going out it was getting dark. I could get access to another section of cabins but not ours; I began looking through the cabins for provisions that would help me get back to my people. I went back down the road to the gate, as I was passing through an old orchard I met up with the neighbor who offered a canoe. -I traveled by canoe with someone on inland canals or sometimes what seemed like ditches just next to the roads. The land was very green and lush, the climate was pleasant enough. We stopped for a pit stop next to a gas station, snacks, and bathrooms. I went in for a soda; the store was packed floor to ceiling with very tight isles of snacks, candy hot dog cookers and cigarettes. It took quite a while to find my way back to the Dr Pepper, and back again to check out. When I got outside my companion and I met some other travelers who were hitchhiking up the way. We offered the two of them a ride with ample warning that taking them and their gear in our canoe would be overload our boat, so prepare to get wet, pack well. They ran off for their gear, and came back with loose sleeping bags and a third person. We spent quite a bit of time trying to load them into the canoe. - Military base, my dad and I were communication specialists we were on a large air base. We were being shipped out to Alaska grass airfield for gas. Walking fence line trying to find the sneaky spot through the super high fence where I could slip through to the hanger containing the airplane I was looking for - by the time I got there they were already for takeoff and I couldn't get on the plane. I had to go out to the main field and hop a ride on a different plane to the designation. I managed to get there but on enemy resources. I had to get back to my side, and my dad, but through very difficult terrain. Long walk up a long road in a community parade to the top of a mountain to ski down. Walking through towns, towns’ people giving up food and drink as we passed. I was responsible for a group of kids, we got separated I took a sky tram to sight them from above so I could rejoin them. I jumped out of the sky tram get near them again. When I got back to them, they'd not even noticed I was gone. We walked way up this road; it was on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. We came to a fork, and didn’t know which way to go, so we debated the best routes and reviewed our maps to see where each path would lead us. One would take me back to the military bas and my dad, the other would continue up the mountain to this community tradition of skiing kids back down the mountain. - In one dream I was on a ferry or some other ship looking for my friends, through lots of passageways and staircases. Walking around in loops looking fro my friends, and never really finding them. Getting in winding chow line, saw friend way ahead, but couldn't get there. After chow I'd met with someone who gave me a zip lock of flat celluloid cutouts of things of various colors, she said these are food, you put this thing on your neck, I like the ones that look like bunnies, aren't they cute, okay, so you have this on your neck, and when you walk past someone with compatible food, you automatically power up. Each of these (sheets) represents resources, you just have to find them, and you will automatically collect them as you get near. I had an augmented vr heads up display that showed what I had collected in a giant animated ball of 3d wire frame objects. When I got off the boat and met with my friends at a car they had a giant duffel bag but couldn't get into it. I waved my hand over its lock, it released, and when the bag was opened it was empty. They told me they'd been collecting things for burning man the same way I was - I silently acknowledged that I had retained this power. Realizing I was supposed to pass down the celluloid cutouts and redeem my points/stuff. So I had to go back on board to give the meme to someone else. Once I had, all of the resources I'd magnetically acquired materialized as actual objects, and then I was faced with trying to pack them onto my bike. I returned the goods I'd collected from my friends. Before I was sufficiently packed I had to get into my camp with the things, but also people were waiting for me outside. (so maybe I'd missed the event, it was over and we were leaving) so I was going against the flow of people trying to find people but all of the landmarks has changed, and I couldn't find them. - I was packing for a long dark trip to Alaska, I had to travel by plane, and I was in a transitional house, packing my camera bag. The kitchen looked into a well-lit bedroom, my brother was staying in that room, I was staying in the room to it's right, and our dad had previously been occupying the room to it's left. We were getting a new transient roommate while we waited to ship out. I could see his train pull up, and unload gear, he unloaded a large dog create in it was a short haired thickly muscled brindle beast who placidly stood in the create with it's tongue out waiting to get out. I had a cat on my shoulder, and was concerned about the two meeting. He began by moving his dog into the house - I showed him the room, surprised that my dad had left so much behind, and how cool all of it was. The dog was out and hiding under the couch. I had left the room, came back naked (which wasn't out of place) but I'd noticed that I had a visible tampon string, and was suddenly modest about it. I knelt down to a vintage stereo unit he was messing with, and we talked across the unit, as his dog slid playfully around the room, under the furniture on his back. As he played with the stereo unit various bits around the room came to life. A pair of speakers was small, flat translucent, mid century modern, wood and brass speakers when they emitted sound a thin brass plate in the center spun. They were fascinating. I wondered why my dad would have left such cool stuff. They are progressive A story is unfolding

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qathi — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 19:22:01 GMT

Still sucking 535 days in. I cannot express how badly I want my left leg back. Lately I've been wondering if I can still sue the rat bastard "landlord" who "installed" the ladder in my apartment that failed, leading to the fall that broke my leg. A year and a half later and I'm still less than 50%. I can't walk far, ride my bike, snowboard, run, hike do anything in the cold or travel at any elevation be it high or low. Neither can I perform any of the jobs I'm trained to do thus I'm kinda sorta unemployable. I could go back into tech, but that's beside the point. My life is on hold, painful hold while I recover - if I recover. It's been pissing me off for a long long time. but I'm not tenacious enough to actually sue someone. I did think, hey, we'll give it some time see how I fair down the road. Well I'm down the damn road and I'm not any better than I was a year ago. And then there are my medical costs I've been ignoring, and continuing to add onto. The repair work alone was a gift, but I'm certain the doctor and hospital would like to recoup some of it, and the last 9 months of PT have been on the friends and family deal - another generous gift that should be paid for at some point. My neck whatever is going on there prevents me from driving. sleeping, sitting at desk/worktable, sewing, spinning poi, riding my motorcycle and whatever is left that my leg hasn't prevented me from doing. Now of course this isn't entirely true, but it's damn close. I can't even knit or crochet due to my neck for the wrist action is inhibited by the pinchy nerve in my neck which makes my hands go numb ... even masturbating!! :-p Every now and again it wears on my head. I try to keep my chin up and look for the lesson and the gift from the experience. But it's hard when I can't get to the store or the bank, or keep plans because I've irritated something in my neck, my foot is on fire, or my leg aches so much my teeth hurt from clenching and smiling through it. At least I can hold a camera. Photography is the thing that has risen through all this. I'm fairly happy with what I've learned so far, and beginning to learn about what to expect from settings and lighting and poop and stuff. So there is that. Pictures. Pictures, yeah.

web feature - tickle tickle

qathi — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 19:53:53 GMT

check this out http://www.utata.org/frontpage/20608.php This makes me beam with delight I'm sorry to make you click through, but I'd like to maintain positive copyright attitudes, leading by example and all.

RPS

qathi — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 23:58:46 GMT

JB argues that Claw should be her handicap move. Rock beats claw, claw beats paper. She's already demonstrated the power of her handicap move in an early match this morning.

To learn, grow, and rock as hard as I can.

qathi — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 00:25:16 GMT

I'm having a very hard time writing an objective for my latest and greatest resume. While my main objective is to get my cat to play rock paper scissors with me :-/ I personally think the objective "To lean grow and rock as best I can." pretty much sums it up, but I know staffing people will want more than that, even if it is exactly what I mean. I've tried breaking it down for myself. to learn - develop new skills (what skills) to grow - with good leadership and direction to rock - utilizing the breadth of my skillset from Art to XML (like what choreography, pottery, CVS, information aggregation?) How to choose when they are all woven together. So I tried again, I consulted the oracle for guidelines. *emphasize main qualifications and summarize them for readers *inform readers of the position(s) sought and career goals *establish professional identity Right. 1a. overt skills: - Critical thinking, Problem solving, Curiosity, Design, and Attention to details. Wait they probably mean... Breath code through my fingertips whilst standing on my head blindfolded, drinking Ensure with a straw 1b. secret skills: image/pattern recognition, uber quick item identification, sorting and matching information, items, images, very resourceful, intuitive, finely tuned spatial memory 2a. in a think tank equipped with connect 4 and ping pong, for an optimized thinking environment, thinking about thinking. 2b. as the consultant you call in to tell people no we've already tried that 2c. the person you call in to get the clients hidden agenda 3. professional identity, are they kidding? sigh. I'm the quirky lady at the office ah, okay respected contributer. I've been fucking off so long, I've been talking about going back to "work" for so long, it's high time I pull this off. It does put a crimp in my bohemian lifestyle, but, momma needs to get paid, or more accurately, momma has bills to pay. To work part time as a consultant with a user experience think tank.

Hey Universe, it's me Qathi. Thanks

qathi — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 19:14:54 GMT

The Farm Goes To Town. Recently I stated that I wanted a show, to hang my photos, sell and make it HUGE in the art world with my controversial self portraits (How does she tie herself up like that). I then proclaimed as my oath for the year that I will have 4 shows this year. It's an ambitious goal, very ambitious for a amateur with a glorified point and shoot camera (It's really all about composition right). I have secured my first show. Selections from my series The Farm will hang in April. details to follow =)

back to my natural color

qathi — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 00:43:57 GMT

At the beginning of my 365, 520 days ago, I decided I was going to refrain from dyeing my hair for the year. That year came and went. I've used temporary hair poop a couple of times since finishing my first year, but I've been aching to use the bottles of Special Effects I have laying around. After careful consideration of "the right thing to do" I've returned to my natural color, pink.

Hey Universe, it's me Qathi

qathi — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 19:59:36 GMT

I want to hang a photo show I have a bunch of great sets to choose from doesn't matter where the show is (geographically), okay maybe Haden Lake ID wouldn't rule my world SF/OAK LA NYC SEA PDX and I want to sell some prints yep that's what I want BIG PRINTS rent is due you know Thanks Oh, for your consideration Universe http://flickr.com/photos/qathi/sets/ xoxo Q

Environmental group threatens lawsuit over Whisky Dick grazing

qathi — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 03:47:07 GMT

WTF? http://www.king5.com/localnews/environment/stories/NW_013108ENB_whiskey_dick_wildlife_LJ.777f035a.html I didn't read it, I couldn't, it sounds too stoopid

elftastic triple dimples of an evil genius

qathi — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:40:47 GMT

This necklace has lots of neat little bits on it =) on the back is a heart shaped tag that reads Qathi ftp://cyberchix.org -if lost- cyberchix.org was my website for a bazillion years - I gave it up because it's focus kinda got away from me, and I didn't know how to reconcile how multifaceted it was (like myself). I think I let it go so I could try narrow my focus, both of it's content and of myself. So many years later, after lots of hard work learning who I am, inside and out. I have figured out that the request to narrow my focus was external, and stifling - not permitting me to sprawl my talents. Funny what we do for men :-/ For years I covered up the true breadth of my geekiness. If lost, ftp://cyberchix.org. The extent of the barfiness with (http://people.tribe.net/barak ) Barak grows deeper every day - we talk until 0330 about security systems, encryption, "gaining access", the technicalities of locks and keys, telephony systems, the psychology of warfare. It's dreamy, dreamy, dreamy. The other day we got all gushy about (http://www.tin.org/ ) Tin, and (http://www.washington.edu/pine/ ) Pine (sigh). Not too long ago we were up until daylight talking about (http://iainstitute.org/ ) Information Architecture, and decision making processes (sigh). It's been so long since I've had somebody to talk about these things with. OMG I'm in love love love. Somebody likes me for who I am, and isn't intimidated, that I can kick ass and take names (and make them rearrange the furniture while I'm at it); smell good and void warranties; be pretty and have great conversations about the whys and wherefores of strategic tactics of hand to hand combat. There is of course, so so much more. But you get what I'm saying, right? Oh man, he's perfect =)

jeezus

qathi — Sat, 19 Jan 2008 01:33:17 GMT

I have just learned that I'll not be going back to work at Ride West =( I'd been hanging out, not really being very "ambitious" about looking for life fulfilling work, with the understanding that I'd be returning to work this spring. Not so. Which leads me to, really going back to work. I've been fucking off long enough - working jobs which don't require full capacity of my bandwidth the last 5 years. It's time. I hate it. I've grown to love my bohemian lifestyle. Oh well. Sigh. I've got to feed the cat. SO - is there anybody out there in current McWorky land who can help me pare down The Longest Resume In The World, pretty please, with sugar and kisses on top? (I'll let JB know she's been contracted for kisses)

one of my pics made cute overload!!!

qathi — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 01:54:17 GMT

Go look!! http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/01/kitty-monkey-do.html

I just licked JB's nose

qathi — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 02:02:34 GMT

an' she liked it. I need to get her a kitten I'm gearing up to blog about boys for the first time in a long while. a refresher on the Key to Boys the key id and number classification - NB - Not Boy - PD - Potentially Dateable, aka wishful thinking - B - Boy - XB - Ex Boy - BX - Bad Ex - ONS - One Night Stand - NSA - No Strings Attached - JF - Just Friends sub-class - - FB - Fuck Buddies (not to be confused with the French Boy) - - FWB - Friends with Benefits - - HU - Hook Up - - BC - Booty Call