That's Purrfect - A Shout-out

A dear fellow blogger regularly shares some amazing cat-centric articles, comics, and what have you. Thanks to her I can share an awesome live video feed featuring Icelandic orphaned kittens.

You have to see this to believe it. These cat protection society folks built a gorgeous kitten-scaled dollhouse and videographers skillfully placed not one but three GoPro cameras for an inclusive view.

That's Purrfect - Keeping Up With the Kattarshians 

She includes the live video link at the bottom of her post. Here it is below in case you miss it, but I encourage you to visit her blog.

The Kattarshians 

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Scam Alert

Living with a computer expert, I have long been schooled on how to keep my computer clean. It’s why my Facebook activity is so limited and I generally avoid ‘free’ software.

In my email today I saw something supposedly from Bravenet about my account being deleted. I paused before opening the message; did I ever sign up for Bravenet? If so, I didn't remember it.

So I went to the official Bravenet website and clicked on the password recovery button. My email address was not found. So please be warned. I probably avoided something nasty invading my laptop.

If you see the same message, here is a quick link to Bravenet’s account recovery page:

Bravenet.com - Lost Password 

 
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Cent-Ar

There is something about our home that draws centipedes. I think it might have something to do with the semi-rural property edging our sleepy subdivision.

These creatures are not small. They are only marginally shy. One spring the creepy crawlers were everywhere.

I once saw a cheeky monster headed right toward me where I lay across my bed writing in a journal - in broad daylight. Another got into an open DVD case. When I picked it up to put the disk away, the centipede went right down the neck of my blouse.

So the other day should have been no big deal. But I saw it during my morning ablutions. Feeling vulnerable, I called to my partner, who proceeded to not even see the monstrosity hiding in the lower corner of the glass shower stall.

“How is it that I see these things everywhere and you never spot them at all?”

“You have cent-ar.”

I stared blankly. Don't judge. It was early.

“Get it? Radar? Cent-ar? Centaur!”

Yeah. We are geeks. And as previously mentioned, we laugh a lot in this house.

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They're Back

My partner has been enjoying zen moments watching the Hanover, Pennsylvania live eagle cam. So I decided to share again.

Here's the link:

https://hdontap.com/index.php/video/stream/bald-eagle-live-cam

The female is reportedly very active, turning her eggs every few minutes. I really didn't know; I've been too busy with rewrites. ~grin~ Happy viewing!

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How Time Flies

It’s hard to believe another birthday has come and gone. I don’t do much to celebrate them anymore. Looking back on all the stupid stuff I did in my youth and didn’t die is quite adequate.

I mean, seriously, breaking up with a switchblade carrying hothead on a dark and lonely street? Painting my fingernails while driving to work? Distracting my driver by definitely not painting his nails?

At least I’ve retained my gleefully licentious nature, as you can tell, and enough loved ones to patiently laugh at my lurid joking. But now I’m just a dirty old lady instead of a hotly pursued paramour.

Loping toward the surprisingly attainable half century mark, I can say I am healthier than as a girl. My body is strong, if not exactly fit. And I can still swim like the otters, which I used to joke were probably my real parents.

It is regretful that I’m now shaped more like a manatee. I also miss the joy of swimming a murky lake with a young lover. It’s amazing what a couple can do when one of you is virtually unsinkable.

Ah, memories. Thank heaven I still have them.

So, my dears, do you do anything special to celebrate your birthday?

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Mystery Gadget

Can anyone guess what this is? I found it far back in a drawer before a kitchen renovation a few years ago. The brand name stamped at the top is Wolfmerman's. This hand-me-down came along when I left home in 1990.

Sorry About the Focus - a Tricky Tool to Photograph

Can you make out the plastic hinges to either lower side? It opens up. But first, you put the tines through your English muffin (I wonder what these muffins are called across the pond - Keith, my friend, a little help here? ~grin~).

Photographing food attractively is an art that eludes me

Be sure to slide the bread on far as possible. Then you pull apart the tabbed plastic handles.

Magic!

I learned it's called the Muffin Master (nice alliteration!) and is still available today. The tool definitely makes separating these muffins easier. Just be sure to wash off the blueberry stickiness afterward.

Happy muffin mastering!

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Fun with Corel Painter 2017

For years now I have sat on a baker's dozen of short stories. They feature shapeshifters, angst, and lots of erotica. Recently I started rewrites and found myself falling in love with the characters all over again.

The male werewolf protagonist is way more of a licentious bad boy, his wereleopardess girlfriend more volatile. It's a blast to explore.

Meanwhile, I have a model's photograph that suits the look of my mid '90's era rebellious hair band holdover of an aspiring rock star (whew - that was a mouthful).

I know his look wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea but I adore him. Yet I found myself wanting to toy with his image, make him appear more ethereal. But how? After a quick search I found a free month's trial of Corel Painter 2017.

It's pricey and I'm not sure I could justify spending the money. All the same, with no kickback from the company, I want to give a shout-out to Corel. The product is amazing and a live chat with customer service proved fast, friendly, and informative.

Warning: half naked man ahead. Probably NSFW, so I'll make you scroll down if you want to see...

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On the left is the lovely model au naturel. I could eat him with a spoon just as he is...


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To the right is my tweaked image. I'm just tickled this old gal progressed so far learning the software in three days, but is the blue too much like a merman? Let me know what you think (as long as you like him ~grin~).

'Nicky' was very patient as I lavished attention upon one nipple

If anyone knows this model's name I'd be very grateful (I'm not hopeful, this image is nearly a decade old).

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Yogurt Face

Give Me the Good Stuff or Forget It

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Michael Kiwanuka

I love the blues, the music not the attitude, though angst definitely defines my writing. Anyway, I have to share the musical stylings of Michael Kiwanuk. I was so moved by the video below that I'm struggling to type (thanks go to the Youtube uploader, of course). You will see his name in my April A to Z Challenge post for K, by the way.

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