The Journal :: Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good

Friday,
March 21, 2008
GOOD FRIDAY

Huzzah!

I am delighted, nay elated, to announce that Helix SF has been nominated for a Best Semiprozine Hugo! Or to use the flowery version that our Senior Editor requested:

And lo, there was much rejoicing among the nations of the world when they saw that a group of strivers with nothing on their side but gumption, insane amounts of talent and an unholy glee in telling naysayers "Bite me!" made it onto the ballot.

Here endeth the lesson.

Thanks go out to everyone who voted for us, and to our splendiferous writers (yes, I'm looking at you, Jen, Esther, Laura, Vera, Brenda, Mikey and Berry) who have provided us with hella entertaining stories time and time again.

And now, it's time to start planning what to wear to the Hugos, tra-la!

The cat, he still overgrooms

As you may remember, JJ has been on antidepressants for the last five months or so in order to combat his tendency to overgroom his belly and legs to a point where he looks like he's had a surgical shave liberally scattered with friction scabs.

There has been some improvement, mind you. The blinding pink expanse is gone, covered by a short soft down of black hair. But it's nowhere as long as it should be by now, mainly because the drugs have reduced his overgrooming but haven't eliminated it completely. His problem is that he's too damn smart to be a cat and gets bored spitless, despite the fifteen different varieties of cat toys and all the other accoutrements we've bought for his delectation. When he gets bored, he starts licking, and soon we have a cat with great big gaping holes in his fur.

I play with him at least once every day and hold/pet him whenever he sits next to me and gives me the Big Eyes because I'm a great big sucker, but as much as I adore the black velvet purrmonster I can't pay attention to him 24/7. The ironic thing is that we bought Jordan to be JJ's playmate and keep him occupied, but JJ pretty much loathes the Black and White Cat so that's sorta up the spout. What we really need is a house with a yard that I can fence in with a catproof fence so that I can let him go out and indulge his Inner Hunter.

Hey, I can dream....

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