Playing Fetch with Spike

Spike is my cat. The youngest of our cats, and she... yes, Spike is female... is not so much my cat as our cat, but I'm the one who plays fetch with her most often and I am the one she comes to wake up in the morning after the alarm has gone off and I am still in bed.

I am plugging away at SSΩ, but it has been slower going than I had hoped.

I joined a few more games over at rpol.net, but half of those crashed before they even started.

I have not been inspired (or irritated) enough to write another 200 Words.... There is just so much that is fucked up with the current administration and their policies that I should have plenty of material, but none of it hits enough of a personal chord with me to motivate me to work on a essay. It's like a throbbing toothache that never goes away until you almost get used to it. Really quite depressing, actually.

My Savage Worlds campaign is on haitus. After losing 2/5 of my players (one to family, one to Japan) and having another PC die (sorry, Gil), we need to refocus the campaign. Or even switch to something new.

Spike just brought me the poofball again. She sometimes takes breaks and then we start again when she's ready. She is better at this game than either of the two dogs my folks had as I was growing up. Sometimes she loses it (we have more poofballs under our couches than I care to mention), and sometimes she does not quite bring it back all the way (perhaps as a way of showing me who's boss and perhaps just forgetfulness), but we have fun nonetheless.

And I'm currently listening to Foster & Lloyd (for those who remember what country music in the late 80's) after listening to Pink Floyd earlier this evening.

Right. Enough rambling. I think Spike may be done for the night.