hanging out with schnarfelpopper and wafflepants

Schnarfelpopper and wafflepants decided to take a walk, where they were going no one knows. Who they were….we haven’t figured that out yet, but something tells me we will towards the end.

As they walk along their boardwalk, they discuss having a PHP page that loads and displays that individuals blog from a MySQL database, they discuss the the various way to accomplish this idea and they discuss the programmer who is programming them down the path of enlightenment. Does he know what he is doing? Should they probe his brain to help him figure out the simplest way to accomplish his task or should they wait patiently for him to program them into the database. Does he understand the complexities of the program, will he be able to fit wafflepants into the code correctly so the style is set for each page. Will Schnarfelpopper be correctly embedded into the journal so he can do his bidding upon the page and what about flash fried weasel, will he come into being? Do they really want a flash fried weasel hanging out with them on each page, will he become a nuisance to the program? As they continue to talk amongst themselves, they realized they must wait and see how he, the programmer, does with the information he has before they take over the code and make it happen. As you see Schnarfelpopper is just a code that makes popping noises when he’s unhappy, wafflepants is his side-kick that makes sure the cascading waterfalls are wide enough and stylish enough to fit and flash fried weasel is the weird little character tracking superfluous feedback.

And as the ending of all weird little stories must end..we must wait and see if schnarfelpopper, wafflepants and flash fried weasel ever make it into being as their journey has just began.

5-11-04 ~inspired by Ryan~

alone

like a fire on the horizon
she descends upon the midnight sky
a lone warrior in her heart
alone again to face the world
dancing in her own circle
admist the chaos of her mind

get specific

I’ve been staring at this phrase for over two weeks now, “get specific” with no inspiration coming and now I understand why I pulled that card, get specific, notice the things around you, notice the people around you, damn it, don’t just let life pass you by. Tonight my oldest cat died of chronic renal failure and I didn’t notice that she was sooo sick until last night, I had no idea that she was that sick. Her weight loss over the last few weeks was her kidneys shutting down, not her getting exercise, damn it, I should have noticed, should have noticed the specifics. It doesn’t feel right without her here, she was here every day for the last 15 years and I should have noticed that she was sick, that she was dying. I brought her home from the vet this afternoon to let her die at home, they told me she would probably die by tommorrow and I didn’t want her to die in some strange place, her death was not pain free for me or her and maybe I was being selfish to bring her home and not put her to sleep but I wanted her to die at home, let her know it was ok to go. Get specific, live life, don’t let it pass you by. Notice the people around you and really notice if they seem different, ask them if they’re ok or how they are doing. Get specific. I’m miss her, whose going to keep me warm at night now?

dreaming and writing, its time again

moving one of my blogs over here to wordpress, its time to try this blog out, who knows, maybe I’ll have time to write again and finish this story and maybe create new themes for wordpress too. I’ve started dreaming again and started thinking about this story, its time again to let the past go, its a new year, a new beginning for me, time to start fresh with today…

purry furries

moonbeams of the night sky shine upon the mouth of the whispercave where purry furries dance and surround her with shimmering light

being too furry in one’s house has its advantages

brainstorming

she whispers into the night
calling upon the wind
a message of hope
to the forgotten ones”you’re not alone, there are others like you”
the winds feed the message through the streets along the sidewalks, through the gutters to the dry dusty corner of town called The Cave to where the children sleep. In their dreams, they hear her message and know something or someone is coming.

a new chapter..

Whispercave..a new chapter of the story…not that I need another blog but maybe this will get me inspired to write the story of whispercave, a place to brainstorm the ideas plus I’m thinking that maybe sexymagick could use a facelift, oh but that would mean having time to play with my blogs again

she whispered unto the night
in a realm that only a few knew
a place of peace and light
a magical place between time and space
the whispercave