Cat's Cradle

[blamebrampton]

I realised why the childhood string game is called cat's cradle today.

Last night Cookie was prancing about with a ball of perle cotton in her mouth, feeling very proud of herself for finding such a treasure.

This evening, when I arrived home, there was a network of threads strung about the living room, around pieces of furniture, through the cat tunnel (in three separate passes), and out into the kitchen. In the middle of the mess were two kitties happily chewing on the threads. I don't think I want to weave anything with that thread anymore ... kitty saliva is a bit manky.

In other kitty news, I have worked out how to podcast! So far all of my test pieces end after a few minutes with "Oof! Monster! You cannot eat the headset, and get off my diaphragm!"
"Mroaw?"
"There are no cats in Sansa's fic!"
"MROAWWWW?"
"You are no help."

Comments

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

But surely there's no more of an accessability issue to mp3 files than any other electronic format? If you only post them under flock on your journal and comm they're no more or less copiable than html. I say go for it!

[calanthe-fics.livejournal.com]

Brammers just made the same point. I don't know how these things work, so had no real idea you could limit access.

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

There she goes, stealing my point while I'm posting. And in her own journal too! *huffs*

Go forth and say "daddy", your public demands it! ;)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

It's just that we're secret twins.

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

God, I hope that doesn't mean it'll evolve into some kind of mindlink where you could pick up my stream of consciousness; you'd be scarred for life!

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I am about as psychic as an orange, so you should be safe.