I am so excited. I can’t even tell you. Also, there’s an old-school publishing term–F&Gs. It’s short for “folded and gathered.” I was reminded of that when I gathered these pages out of the printer and folded them.
On my way to work this morning, I was stopped by the train by Ft. Negley. And then the train stopped. And I thought, yep, this is how things work. They move slowly. They stop. They move slowly again. Eventually, they’re gone.
And then I laughed, because that’s like, so not profound. Like, if ever they’re looking for a really mediocre thinker, to showcase why, say, Buddha or Sun Tzu still get quoted, I will be their contrasting point.
This week has just been… ugh… But also nice. So, my emotions are confused.
1. If you have a dog who’s used to taking orders from a person with a low-pitched voice and you are a person with a not-so-low-pitched voice, you may find yourself calling the dog’s name repeatedly to no effect. Pro-tip: A whistle sounds badass and worth listening to when it comes from anyone. (Also, if you’re whistling at my dog, he will regularly look at you in awe, like he’s delighted and proud to know someone who can do something so awesome. It’ll make you feel like you have a nifty superpower.)
2. The new kitty loves to jump over the dog. I don’t know if this is a new thing, but I’m guessing yes, since the dog and I were both the same amount of baffled by it. He’s laying there in the middle of the floor and she’s all boing, boing, boing.
3. I was having a kind of emotional day yesterday. I went to pick the Butcher up and this song came on the radio and I was like, “Oh, god, Kings of Leon. Not them again.” And then I listened to the chorus and I laughed so hard that I wasn’t sure I could safely continue driving.
Tiny Cat Pants 