November 1st, 2003
This is not a rant. We repeat, this is not a rant.
The other night, while waiting for a phone call (very late--it's a long story), I dropped to my living room carpet and played furiously with Astrid, my cat, for a few minutes. We have these wonderful few moments every once in a while, where I play the Huge Evil Monster that Will Eat Her (or pet her into oblivion trying) and she plays the Sweet Young Thing Too Young to Die. And we roll around and I pet her, while she walks all over me, chomps my fingers, purrs, etc. It's great fun, and she is always ever so careful to avoid scratching me or piercing my skin with her teeth, which is much appreciated.
Well, last night was just the same as always, except that when I finally got up again, I noticed that I had somehow recorded nearly all the playing on my cell phone. Somehow, I had turned on the "voice memo" feature as I rolled over the buttons repeatedly. So naturally I listened to it, and it sounded surreal and somehow disturbing out of context.
Now I want to record it into my computer and do some Frippertronics-like work on it. Especially my monster "I'm going to eat you whole" noises superimposed with her chattering and purring noises.