Well, stuff happened during the past months, which took away time that was meant for tec’s maintenance. Things are finally looking up and we hope to be up and running again. After all, in real life, we’re still carrying on like the dutiful minions we must be: rob kitty mojo, feline homeseekers to put up for adoption, visits to the vet… a minion’s duties are never done.
Whew! It’s been a trial!
Though I’ve been shirking my minionly online obligations, I have not stayed away from doing my usual lurking and photo-mo stalking.
While I sort through my thoughts on our efforts for the clannies and homeseekers, I’ve continued to snap pics of them all, including the slackers of course. But I have also been getting my virtual fill of kitten p0rn via avenues like trailing after the True Blood six, who are in the wonderful care of one familiar with love and hisses. It’s addictive, to say the least. But it’s also wonderful to see such dedicated effort, and I’ve been cheering for them. It doesn’t hurt that their foster is an adept of snugglecore.
Rheilly (right): … aren’t we cuteness enough?! Meowr!
Philly: Yeah, it’s not exactly easy work you know. The things I put up with.
But of course, events kitty have continue to evolve. Updates will be trickling online.
I have neglected my minionly duties. It’s not an excuse but I’ve been feeling worn down and out, and thought I needed some breathing space away from my minionly tasks and the internet to think about stuff. It was a mental grind but I’ve not managed to escape the grinder.
Nto only does staying away not work, it’s making things worse. I’ve seen the warning signs: I find it increasingly difficult to string sentences together, sometimes to the extent of not knowing what words to use. I’m slipping up. It’s so bad that I typed bollocks when I meant bollards while naming a photo a few months back. Recently, I wrote anointed when I meant annotated. Of course, I knew only after the fact.
I’ve been fighting …
Mock fights are the funnest things. (Philly with the upper jaw over Rheilly)
But it’s often with myself. I need to prop up my own mind, focus and channel the energy more conducively. Staying away from my minionly duties was not the right thing to do. It’s my real life situation that has to change.
Rheilly: Finally! Big deal lugging excess baggage. So what? Deal with it!
As a first step, I’m picking the threads of my minionly duties again, starting with fish as you can see (don’t ask why but consider an ode to the furry fish-fetishers). After getting the ichthy-ness out of the way, its furry-do to come.