8/6/07
Colorado is full of people who aren't from Colorado. I'm pretty certain transplants outnumber the natives which is a motivation for those NATIVE bumper stickers and the pioneer license plates. Heck Colorado's governor isn't from Colorado.

As you may or may not know Jaybird is from Michigan, maribou is from Canuckistan, elmgrows is from Alaska, raddidge is from Illinois and I am from New Jersey. The other night I found out that Cassisus is the only one in our social circle who is from Colorado.

Anyway it's a rarity.

I do believe after a while the land gets to people and eventually they become Colorado. Those Californians who don't live in the People's Republic of Boulder eventually move back or embody less of California. Same goes for people from New Jersey. Sadly one's upbringing where role-models are fierce and unrelenting critics of everyone among other human failings aren't so easily conquered and overcome.

I have become an idiot. When the pogroms come I will go quietly without making a scene. The world has my sincerest apologies for my lack of education and imagination. Perhaps I will do a better job as fertilizer for an apple orchard.

I didn't post any pictures because I'm lazy.

I am lazy because I am fundamentally stupid.

Saturday night I went to bed quite late having come home from playing not running Asbury Park by Night. elmgrows took over the story because I was feeling burned out, a bit overwhelmed and I figured everyone would enjoy seeing Colorado Springs by Night from a different perspective under the aegis of the original game master.

I was surprised to see Black Leg sitting in the bedroom window. She was so still that it freaked me out. Within seconds I had hefted Spot and plopped her in front of the bedroom window. Unfortunately Black Leg would only hiss and beat her paws against the window. Spot was sedate watching Black Leg being oblivious to her negative reactions.

Unfortunately Black Leg wasn't around by the time I got my camera because I wanted to take a video of her going nuts.

Sunday night I ran into Black Leg when I was heading out for a small walk. She mewed at me and followed me for a bit. I sternly looked at her and admonished her for being such a bad and antisocial cat which she rebuked with a single, plaintive mew. I picked her up, gave Black Leg a hug then placed her on the ground again before continuing my evening constitutional.

Cats are trouble and I believe that's one of the reasons why humans love them so much.