Still Alive

Hello, just a post saying that I'm still alive. You can't get rid of me that easily.

Aside from work, trying to finish two stories for an August 15 deadline, hence my lack of posts for this week. (Of course, what my panic-sensor is telling: AROOGAA! AROOOGA! SQUEE! DEADLINE ALERT! FIRE! FIRE! DOOM! DOOM! but really, I prefer to start running around like a headless chicken by August 13 or so.)

So, for your entertainment (of course, I live to serve in this blog, yessss my preciouss!), here's something for everyone's edification: cat-hoovering, another form of cat-abuse ranking up there together with giving a cat a bath.

Of course the real meaning supposedly of cat-hoovering is any excuse to avoid writing so I suppose it's still apt. (Courtesy of guest-blogger Claire Light of Whatever.)

Hmmm. Actually, looking at the picture, I'm thinking if ever anyone wants to smoke a cat, that's one way of doing it. Just add weed.

And here's an interesting pamphlet: What Everyone Should Know About Blog Depression (a very good use of Photoshop, methinks). Perfect for those suffering from the usual blog-life crisis:

of late the questions have come with an uncomfortable urgency. why? what’s the point? who gives a shit? the answers are predictably reactionary. a waste of time! a mistake! could be doing more important things!

And with that, I leave your august company to do a little vacuuming.

Wala lang.