*grumble, new year's, grumble*
Dec. 31st, 2008 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
readingthedarkI have never been tagged by a meme. At least not that I remember noticing. I've always viewed it as somewhat comparable to cooties or something. (Is cooties good or bad? Where is that Vitamin C?)
I have joined in on things that have filled my friendslist but this feels different. (Antibiotics, then?)
Alas, it is the happiness meme. Because I'm always up for new ways to educate and enlighten, or at least be generally stupid for the entertainment of others, I'm going to attempt to spread joy throughout the land.
I'm not going to bother to understand the rules of said tagging or what I'm supposed to do. I just know that it looks like I will be moving for the third time in six months (fourth actual living space) next week and I am trying to be both delighted and delightful about it. All my books are already in storage so there's no lifting involved.
There are advantages to escaping being smack dab in the middle of someone else's house and lurking in the basement typing nonstop. Some people grow old, wear purple and have lots of cats. I am a crazy person who types in basements. Coincidentally, I am moving to where my cat has been living for months. His name is Berry Gould. It is the same as my former high school principal with a slightly different spelling. Berry won't tell me if it is short for Huckleberry but it might be. He is an extremely vocal cat who weighs about 20 pounds and has had an odd life. He entered mine in the previous living situation and has tagged along but lived somewhere else. Since cats would rather switch people than homes, the nice woman who has cared for him is off to Florida and I will be in her place, smack dab in the middle of lots less chaos that results in frequent escapes to the library and hopefully even more typing. Though sleep would be nice too.
I could get all tangential about the artificialness of faking joy, but instead I will finally tell you something that makes me happy:
1) I am happy that I don't talk about my cat in my blog.
Does this have to go on for eight days?
I have joined in on things that have filled my friendslist but this feels different. (Antibiotics, then?)
Alas, it is the happiness meme. Because I'm always up for new ways to educate and enlighten, or at least be generally stupid for the entertainment of others, I'm going to attempt to spread joy throughout the land.
I'm not going to bother to understand the rules of said tagging or what I'm supposed to do. I just know that it looks like I will be moving for the third time in six months (fourth actual living space) next week and I am trying to be both delighted and delightful about it. All my books are already in storage so there's no lifting involved.
There are advantages to escaping being smack dab in the middle of someone else's house and lurking in the basement typing nonstop. Some people grow old, wear purple and have lots of cats. I am a crazy person who types in basements. Coincidentally, I am moving to where my cat has been living for months. His name is Berry Gould. It is the same as my former high school principal with a slightly different spelling. Berry won't tell me if it is short for Huckleberry but it might be. He is an extremely vocal cat who weighs about 20 pounds and has had an odd life. He entered mine in the previous living situation and has tagged along but lived somewhere else. Since cats would rather switch people than homes, the nice woman who has cared for him is off to Florida and I will be in her place, smack dab in the middle of lots less chaos that results in frequent escapes to the library and hopefully even more typing. Though sleep would be nice too.
I could get all tangential about the artificialness of faking joy, but instead I will finally tell you something that makes me happy:
1) I am happy that I don't talk about my cat in my blog.
Does this have to go on for eight days?
