The Cat needs to title his blogger blog

My inaugural blogpost, having nothing to do with the visual arts, except the P.S.

It's one of those muggy late Spring days, but it's only March 3rd, so by definition, it's got to be late winter. 81 out, cloudy, with none of the promised wind so it just sort of sits there. Not like down at Mr. Watson's Place, of course, nonetheless unnerving. I'm working through about 150 pages of material about "folklore" and so far have decided that the Ravens represent "a folk" in the sense that we share certain traits like language, customs, in-group knowledge, and unified interests. Not sure why that's important, but maybe it'll function as a way to approach the next Ravenread, Zuleika Dobson. But there it is. My cat, one of my four cats, is lying here on the desk with its intestinal tract gurgling. I'm headed outside for a Coke and more reading, but perhaps later will head down to Mickey D's for a McCafe mocha.

El Gato Magnifico (EGM) of the Tucson Caldwells, host to multiple me-painter projects, dating back to when he was unknown.

P.S. I think Jason probably did the right thing, dumping Melissa for Molly, but heavens, Melissa is one nice (and hot) chick. She won't be on the market long.