Tuesday, September 30, 2003

...AND OLDCATMAN PLEADS.......





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Yes, time to slow down. I am really tired as I did too many domestic chores today and you can ask My Denverite Son how I deal with domestic chores....since I live alone (and my pets don't care) I "don't deal" with said domestic chores. My dirty dishes were at least a month old, with only "washing what I need to eat with" on an "as needed" basis. The fucking dishes are all done and now my kitchen looks a bit weird!

I recent bought a 40 pound box of apples for $15.00.
What do you do with the first 40 pound
box of apples.........simple, but too fucking domestic for me!









Well, as you can plainly see I AM TIRED....too bad it is not "tired" from working with the domestic help.

So, I do believe there is a baseball play off game, so
we are just about ready to wrap this "replacement blog" (from the relativity things I was going to do).

I'm even too tired to give old George a blast.


Ooops..................

Good night, Pep'Purr............



Monday, September 29, 2003

THEE OLDCATMAN BELIEVES.......










































Sunday, September 28, 2003

OLDCATMAN WOULD LIKE TO SAY...








MY DENVERITE SON

"TAS"

MAIZZY

Anonymous gurl, Gale

...AND TIGER COMING AT YOU!
A LITTLE BLAST AT GEORGE IS IN ORDER
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Hey, Pep-Purr! Good Night!

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Saturday, September 27, 2003

SATURDAY, A FINE DAY TO NOT BLOG; MUCH

A normal blog!

Do tell!

The image thing is a trip because I can now just stop and throw in what ever suits my fancy.....what did I just say? "Suits my fancy"?

What the hell does that mean?

What is "my fancy"? "suits"? Help!

I give up................

This weekend, in a near by town, was THE HARVEST FESTIVAL and I expected to see a lot of "harvest" festivities but all I found was a raunchy flea market selling raunchy crap.....speaking of which, CRAP that is: I am working on one of my least favorite chores.

I have a composting toilet. A what? In reality it is a very nicely designed "out house" for your bathroom.

They use no water or standard plumbing; think of how much water you use when you flush a standard toilet?

Except for the "emptying" it is a great ecology gesture and a bizarre 'thing' to do ''your business'' on. The big bottom area is literally full of shit and wood chips which will now be dumped in our GIANT compost pile for future use....just image how your tomatoes would taste grown in human (oldcatman's) excretions?

Well, enough of 'that shit'.

And enough of 'this shit' for today.

I am going to go play with 'that shit'!



Check the old boy out real close...he agrees with my ''shit'' situation.

Of course, I could also deal with some other "shit".


So now we have:

"Shit": the act of writing a blog
"Shit": literally
"Shit": as a reference to marijuana
and there is also: "Get the shit out of Dodge!"
and then there is just plain old "Aw shit!".
and then there is "a shit pot full", which could also be the current state of my composting toilet where all this "bull shit" started!

It's enough to ''blow the shit'' out of my computer!


Out of here!

Good night "JC" Kitty.

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