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“I’ve got to stop looking into the abyss.  It’s a dirty habit…”

and Moondoggie:

“An easterly wind blew over the Cobb in Lyme Regis. At the end of the quay, the lone figure of a woman stood, wrapped in a cloak, her eyes fixed on the turbid waters. They called her…Tragedy.”

What? I wasn’t pretending to be the French Lieutenant’s Woman!”

6 Responses to “Post-Friday Beast Blogging: The “I Can Haz Existentialism?” Edition”

Your kittehs have quite a lot to say, and I appreciate that.

I don’t know how Moondoggie does it, but he manages to look smarter with that pose than Selwyn Duke does.

I wish to hell that MY cats were this smart… well, Biddy is, but she gets so carried-away with the paranoia… esp. after that feral attacked Boy… and he’s not as outgoing as he used to be, but he’s still the same ol’ slut he always was… not exactly up to “The French Lieutenant’s Woman,”</i. in other words. Hell, he'd be doing good to get off a scene from “The Brain That Wouldn’t Die”

I also wish that I could photograph them without the flash delay on my cheap digicam giving them time to move/disappear/totally fuck-up the shot for me. Damn, I miss my Pentax… *sigh* Yup, I envy everybody and everything. Y’all should be used to that by now.

…and sooooo smoooooth with the HTML, too…

And here I thought Moondoggie was doing his Zharles Boy-ay impression…

“Come weez me to zee Catbah.”

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