"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Sunday, December 31, 2017


This year has been a weird one, almost like an outer body experience. Like standing beside the highway and looking at all the traffic passing you by. Or like Scrooge being shown the here and now by the Ghost of Christmas Present.

I remember 2017 starting off with me getting ill and staying ill for a gruesome six weeks, during which time I barely slept and coughed 24/7 like I was trying to set a new world record or just impress my neighbors. Feels like that was only a couple of months ago. I remember changing my eating habits and losing 40 pounds in the process.

Other than that, it's all a blur. I remember... I remember.... not a lot except that I worked an awful lot. I've been working way too much. In fact, I should be working right now. I've got so many papers to grade I wish I could just disappear. Such is life.

At least you are alive, Blue. Roger Moore isn't. So true. He will be missed. Then there's Jerry Lewis, John Heard (the dad in Home Alone), Adam West (Batman), Fats Domino, Sonny Landham (Billy in Predator), Jonathan Demme (the director of Silence Of The Lambs), Chuck Berry, Joni Sledge (only 60 years old), my main man Bill Paxton (the only actor to have been killed by a terminator, an alien and a predator), Al Jarreau, Richard Hatch (Apollo in the original Battlestar series), and even Gorden Kaye (Rene Artois in 'Allo 'Allo!').

Meanwhile I'm still alive and you're still alive, which is excellent news, and the world... well, what can I say... the world is still doing what it does best: going round and round in a void none of us can even begin to fathom. I suppose some things are best left unfathomed.

My Bollywood Princess is ill. She's sitting on the couch sniveling, dead tired but watching Love Actually with a box of Kleenex while getting distracted by her phone every two minutes or so. Beep beep. Mongo the mini panther AKA Batman Wannabee is fast asleep and snoring, pretty much on Angie's lap. He knows absolutely nothing about the planet Earth or that it spins for no reason, that there are other countries, that there is war, that Love Actually is a movie that makes his best friend (me) feel good whenever he is feeling blue again. Mongo is truly blessed, as is his furry sister Pebbles, who is asleep as well, somewhere in the house.

Do cats have dreams? Do cats worry about 2018? Do they know that careers don't matter in the bigger scheme of things but that bills need to be paid? Just wondering. Sigh. I'm tired, but I need to turn my attention to another stack of papers, so this is me saying goodbye for now. No drawing. No funny post. What can I say?

What I can say is I wish you all a happy new year, and may it be a truly happy one this time in case 2017 wasn't. Who knows, you may even win the lottery and take me to Bora Bora. I'd draw you a picture for free and rub your back if it's the non-hairy kind. Here's to 2018: may we all stop walking on eggshells, be kind to one another and stay healthy.


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