I would’ve had a longer, more interesting journal entry here. Really I would. I even said so last time, that there’d be a real journal entry “next time.”

Instead I was on the phone for most of half an hour with Lilith, and dammit if that doesn’t beat typing out an entry any old day. I love talking with her, even if it’s just on the phone and just so she can rant for a while. When that was done, just when I thought it was safe to sit at the keyboard, Mari called! Ah, my dear friends, it’s so good to hear your voices.

I’m thinking it’s almost dinnertime. What do you think?

Food: I should go make some.

Drink: I should go mix up some OJ.

Music: Cowboy Bebop.

Awake: Sure I am, you bet your sweet bippy.

Cam: Still active, I’m sure I still look like all goofy hell.

Bunnies: Back in their own little bunny domicile, safe and snug.

Kids: Playing on the computers in the other room.

Wendi: At her DJ gig, due back 11pm-ish.

Lain: Haven’t watched any more, but I probably will later this evening.

Blogathon: Coming up on the halfway mark. Yay!

I’m going to go put some food in the oven now. I just wanted to wait until I could get this entry out of the way.

By the way, Age of Mythology is a great time-waster. Absolutely fantastic, I say. Mind you, it doesn’t give me much to write about… so I guess that’s a bad thing. Maybe I should go back to watching Lain instead.

After dinner, though.

Dawn wants the auburn-colored bunny, but can’t have it ’cause she lacks space for another rabbit. Even if it is cuter than hers.

Mari wants one of the bunny-babies, ’cause they’re cuter than all get-out. Sadly, her existing resident pets would see her new pet as a potential light snack. Ah well. Cats and bunnies don’t necessarily mix, now do they?

Me, I don’t want any of them. They make my nose itch, and they smell funny. They are absolutely adorable, though. Especially that gray one with the long hair and the white paw. Le sigh.

Greetings from not-yet-sunny Portland, Oregon where it’s 58-F outside with a good chance of hitting something in the mid-80s by some time in the afternoon. Or late morning, for that matter. I’ve mentioned before how I feel about summer, but that’s not really pertinent here and now.

This entry commences my Blogathon participation for 2003, my first ever. For the next 24 hours I will post at least one entry during every half-hour timeslot. Yes, I really will. If I managed to wake up this morning to start, I can stay up long enough to finish.

Let the fun and games commence. Welcome to the Blogathon.

(Cute, cuddly bunny pictures to follow in the next half-hour’s posting. Be patient, folks.)

So Mari dropped by (that’s why she called, see?) to see how I was getting along with this ‘thon thingie. That, and to see bunnies. And hold bunnies. And have bunnies claw her. And gasp as bunnies leaped off of her. And wish she could take a bunny home with her. And call Doug to ask if she could have a bunny. (He said no.)

She also tried playing a bit of Age of Mythology (you thought I was the one playing, didn’t you?) to see what kind of game Geoffrey’s been raving about all this time. She wasn’t impressed. Too much scrolling and what-not.

For additional fun, she put combs and crimpy-things in my hair. (Neat trick given my hair, wouldn’t you say?) She’s getting into the hair-braiding thing, and spent part of her time organizing some of her newly-acquired supplies.

As she was at the point of deciding to go grab some grub and head over to Lil’ and Geoffrey’s… she found that she’d locked her keys in her car. After setting a world record for jimmying her car door with a bent coat-hanger, she finally jetted off for her next rendezvous.

Thanks for stopping by, Mari! It’s never dull with you around… and we wouldn’t have it any other way.