In a previous Away Message, I explained my use of third person plural for indefinite singulars. Let third person singular also be used alternatively; as the gendered pronoun in place of a neuter indicates familiarity, so let a neuter used in place of a gendered indicates a diminutive.

In the instance of animals, the third singular has ambiguity: an animal has natural gender, but lacks the type of linguistic sentience which allows first or second singular forms without anthropomorphizing. Thus,, let the third singular neuter be used.

A neutered pet is just a double coincidence.

We’re going to get along quite well.

I’ll just animal shelter or see if anyone has any friends with cats. Actually, do you have any friends?
Um… with cats?

My rest has been unstressful, but it is time to push for recommence of my journey. But there departure is not immediate; until then, let there be time to dally with a Calypso.

We just bought cats the way we bought pants.

Get-together at my place 6pm, Improvised Shakespeare 8pm at Graham Chapel. Come for either or both.

We’re getting these, aren’t we?

Just want I always wanted, with vanilla bean cupcakes.

We’re getting these.

Restless.

Orange rolls, orange rolls, and rolling oranges.

Once when I was little, eating at CPK, I wanted an ice cream sundae for dessert. My parents consented, provided I shared it with my father. I agreed, only to discover that I was left only the dregs of hot fudge, with my father taking his portion first, claiming nearly all of the ice cream. The traumatic experience taught me early on how difficult sharing can be.

Sharing is still difficult.

The problem is that I’m in a mood where I want to talk less and do more.

Just a spectator.

He’s a tragic figure stuck in a comedy.

It was an on-again-off-again-on-again-off-again-on-again-off-again relationship.

An exit strategy isn’t needed if there’s never been entrance.

“More like in-again-out-again-in-again-out-again-in-again-out-again.”

“I bought a toothbrush…”

Toe the line.

“…At my bedside empty pocket, a foot without a sock…”

Fleeing, being confused
Inside your room,
I forgo echoing command to
Just tell me what to do.

“How many times have I done this…”

No poker, events full, a dearth of free stuff- but GenCon was nevertheless full of nothing but fun times. It’s not what you do, but who you do it with.

“…Ooh, solitude / Forever me and forever you…”

What were Jennifer Connelly’s parents thinking?

“Try it? A little nip. You won’t go to hell.”
Now try it with a straight face.

One day I’ll be able to call it the DUC with a straight face. Today, however, I can only go to Indiana.

One day I hope to find someone to who I can say, I’m lazy.

Insomnia vs. nausea

Things I will do to avoid doing laundry
2 weeks of NYTimes crosswords
Dust
Proselytize $2 bills
Index card dentistry
Not kill a fish
Enjoy some very nice August evenings on the Loop
Install Windows Vista

(Procrastination is trickier without Internet, but one way or the other it should be over soon.)

“I really wish I could talk to trees.”
You really wish trees could talk to you, I think.

Talking while I still can; expecting Internet to die any moment now.

Hanging myself with cable. Despite empty promises otherwise, it will not be installed until a week after current connection is terminated. Should have limited access, but cell to contact until then.

Vengeance is a resource.