Finally, I’m dressing my age

Post posted by Sacha on July 27th, 2009 at 21:14

Yeah! Look at this awesome ’70s look. I love the ’70s, I am from the first half of the ’70s and now I finally dress like… I’m living in the ’70s!

I adore these very cool jeans with the very wide legs on top of the AWESOME pink boots! So even though it’s summer and everybody is wearing flip-flops and sandals, I had to wear my cool pink boots today! Luckily I didn’t have to go very far, so my feet endured. I was walking like a real 70s chick, I can tell you that.

	So there I am, me and my cool pink boots (and different pants, but who could tell). Okay, my boots are not so very cool now, because my feet are HOT and sticky! And stinky too, if I don’t take them boots off now…
	Glorious! This shirt tells you exactly who I am. A National Divas Ass from 1973.

Now it’s time our the sweet kitties to have dinner. I totally ignored them while posting this post. Yeah yeah, it’s a cruel world. Well, FTW!

Really. As I tweeted today: I still can’t get used to FTW meaning ForTheWin. I keep thinking FuckTheWorld! when I see it. I’m just a FTW-kinda girl.

And if you don’t like what I’m saying, then… WIN YOU!

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Ah, I see

Post posted by Sacha on July 22nd, 2009 at 11:14

Seeing is in the eye of the beholder. I love to see and look and watch. If I had to choose between seeing and hearing, I’d definitely choose to see. That may sound weird for someone who loves to listen to books instead of reading them, but listening to books only gives my eyes the opportunity to see lots of other things while I’m ‘reading’ a story. Double win!
	Seeing extraordinary things is, of course, much more fun than seeing ordinary things. To me beauty is being different than others. That goes for people and for animals as well as anything else. There has to be something ‘wrong’ with something to have my attention. My big cat Tom for example, he has an ear with a little rip in it. He’s broken and I love him for it. The fact that his stomach is going bald lately, that’s an error of a different kind and I think I will have to see a vet for it. But hey, the weather is fine so I don’t think he’ll catch a cold or anything.
Seeing my own eyes can be really weird. Have you ever looked into your eyes in a steamed-up bathroom mirror? That’s scary!! I really don’t know how, but my eyes get a weird glow, they become two shiny disks. It scares me to look at me when I glow. Now, outside the bathroom, I have green eyes and I think that’s awesome. Mostly, because it’s different and I already explained that I like different.
	Seeing under water can be nice, I guess. I don’t really remember when I last did that. But I did have my eye under a faucet today, to rinse out the anti-flea drops I accidentally sprayed in my eye. That is one bizarre sensation! I still don’t understand why, but I suddenly felt very distressed, with feelings of shortness of breath. I ask you: WHY? My mouth and my nose were nowhere near the water, there was no way I was drowning, yet my brain yelled “STRESS! STRESS! I CANNOT BREATHE!!!” It was a very weird sensation, because my brain did not understand the panic I was feeling. Are there anti-drowning sensors in my eyes, and if so, what is the reason for them being there? Wouldn’t it be much more effective to put those sensors in my nose?
Seeing life the way I see it, can be big fun. As I wrote in an earlier blog post, I tend to see things a bit different than most people and people don’t always ‘get me’. I love that, because I get to make great jokes that other people wouldn’t think of and it makes them laugh hard. Well, sometimes they do anyway. Mostly they just stare at me because I’ve gone WAAAAAY over their head with my jokes. Hey, as long as I can laugh, I am okay with that. Ya see?

	And because I love to make people say ‘huh?’, I have a puzzle for you! In one of the pictures, there’s one object that is a little bit different than that same object in the other pictures. Can you spot it? (no, it’s not the eyes. That would be too easy)

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Beaming Kitteh

Post posted by Sacha on July 20th, 2009 at 20:23

A small tale from the Adventures of Tom. Cat. He’s all that.

	Lala. My name is Tom and I’m a cat and I looooove to nom nom nom and I… hey, wait! Do I see ladies outside? I need to go outside and quick.
Okay. Beam Me Up. I have places to go, I’m a busy cat.
	Oh, noes! I thought I said it very clear. I distinctly remember me saying BEAM, not STRETCH me up. Quick, stretch me back and BEAM me. Need to go outside to the ladies.
Look where you beamed me. No ladies, no sun, no fun. Now beam me back right away. I’m hungry.
To be continued…

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Hard to get

Post posted by Sacha on July 13th, 2009 at 21:22

Yeah. I’m not playing hard to get, I am hard to _get_.

Most of the time, people just don’t seem to ‘get’ me. They don’t understand what I mean because I’m always talking from some other reference point or thought or I’m just speaking in a completely different universe than most people. I seem to have a knack for saying exactly the thing that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever at the exact right moment when nobody seems to expect any word from me. The funniest part of it is, that it’s often my jokes that nobody gets. So I’m standing there, all smiley face and expecting everybody to burst out laughing with me and then they go “Hm? I don’t get it”. I get that. A lot.

And this is not just when I speak English (I can -somewhat- understand if people think my English a bit weird, it’s not my native language so I make funneh mistakes). It mostly happens when I speak my own language because that’s the time when I let my guard down and just let my witty jokes flow out of my mouth without giving it a good evaluation. Also, my mind is already 20 steps further down the road when I’m speaking that thought aloud, too far away to realise it may have been smarter to keep my jaws plastered together with a nice smile on top for better effect. And third, if I think before I speak, the other person gets his/her joke in first.

I am starting to accept that I live in a world where I am certainly not part of the mainstream-way-of-thinking and that is very fine by me. But just once in a while, I would love to have some people LOL about my (very funny and witty and quirky) jokes. Or maybe not. The pressure to perform must to be huge if you always say wonderful things that everybody ‘gets’. No, I think I’m very happy in this little corner of the universe where from time to time somebody accidentally gets me and the rest of the time they just let me be me because I just have a very unique way of saying things.

So, if you tell a joke in a small corner of the universe, but nobody laughs, was it a joke?
It is, but only if I get it. Got it?

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