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Nearly finished reading City Of Saints And Madmen.

This part made me laugh:

"IBONOF, IBONOF: A heretic once simply named Ibonof. A former member of the Truffidian Church. Excommunicated after having a vision in which he appeared to himself and proclaimed himself "divine". Spent the rest of his life talking to himself and seeing double."

This book is silly.

Got an insane bunch of samples off Gareth that he's recorded/created/edited/modfied. About 500+ MB worth, in fact. Should keep me busy enough. I should almost certainly be able to find plenty of material in there to put a song (or eight) together with...

OK, so I haven't mastered 'Spasm' yet, but I did get my head around some of the song. Will keep working on it during the week...I guess it doesn't help too much that they use eight-string guitars, which requires a work-around on a six-string.

The house no longer looks like I've been living in it. For the rightful tenants, this can only be a very good thing.

As I type this, Magrat will not leave me alone. Seriously. She only just started liking me a few minutes ago, it seems. When I start typing, she just looks around the room, back up at me, then around the room...and breaks up the monotony by playing with a piece of something on the floor.

Is she just doing this because she's aware that tomorrow morning's the last time I'll be looking after her?

Since I couldn't stop listening to Cog's Just Visiting EPs (and haven't been able to for months), I decided that it was a perfectly good reason to get a copy of The New Normal, their most recent release, as far as I know. I am impressed.

I'm still writing music, although it's nowhere near as productively as I'd like. The only problem is finding a guitarist who'd be able (and, more importantly, willing) to play for us and more time for Lucas and I to, well, learn to play our instruments. We ain't getting the time right now.

I've also spawned ideas for two other bands - I think the stuff I want to play in the near future is too diverse for one band to try and pull off. Damn.

When I finish writing this, I'm going to put on Meshuggah's 'Spasm', from their album Nothing. I intend to know how to play it eventually.

...

It's just one chord...how hard can it be?

I jinxed it, or thought I did, by posting about Magrat earlier.

See, I left Magrat, Cat Of Lucas And Tanja, yesterday morning (peering out accusingly from under their bed - she still doesn't trust me when those two aren't around) to do during-the-day crap that doesn't warrant blogging about.

When I returned that evening, at about 5-6ish, I didn't receive the usual Magrat greeting (this basically involves her watching me open the door from up the hallway, then disappearing further back into the house by the time I get inside).

I didn't even think about it that much, if at all.

Checked her food bowl. Hadn't been touched. Hmm...again, didn't really think about it.

Put a DVD on (Bill Bailey's stand-up thing - Hilarious) and made with the watching and the laughing. By this point, I'd been there for an hour and a half and hadn't seen Magrat. This got my attention - The place isn't exactly spacious. Even if she had been hiding from me, her food bowl should have been touched while I was gone, but this didn't appear to be the case. I got to panicking.

Follow my mum's sagely advise whenever I lost something as a kid: Where was the last place I saw it? OK, went to take a look under the bed and found squat. Limited places in the bedroom that she could have hidden anyway, so it didn't take me long to discover that she wasn't gonna be hiding there. Took a look in the wardrobe, even thought the doors were closed. Nothing.

Went to the computer room. Same deal. Wardrobe was open slightly, too small a gap for her to have gotten through but I checked it anyway. Nothing.

I ended up looking under furniture and in the backyard. Despite being sure she was inside when I locked up, I was beginning to suspect she'd run outside when I left (somehow sneaking right past me in the process). Maybe she ran off because she misses her pet humans?

Eep.

Cue two hours or so of panic, and quite a bit of looking around the neighborhood, wondering how the hell I was going to break it to Lucas:

'Uh, hey...Magrat was an outdoorsy kind of cat, wasn't she?'

Uh, no.

I eventually decide to go and turn the computer on and continue searching while it booted up (this would buy me about half an hour of time to continue looking around). In the computer room, the sliding wardrobe door was where I'd left it when I checked previously (which was basically how I found it - open by about 4-5cm) but this time I see two eyes peering out at me with a startled expression.

I'm the one who should be startled, you damn cat.

It is probably worth mentioning, for those who don't speak to Lucas or myself every day, that he's gone away to Melbourne with Tanja for some reason or other. I'm guarding his house against things in the meantime.

Now to find Magrat. I think they've scurried behind the skirting boards again.

I cannot seem to remember whether what Lucas and Tanja called 'Magrat' is supposed to be a cat or a group of about nine silverfish and a cockroach.

I think I could have a bit of a problem on my hands...

Alright, so I was challenged by Lucas to blog once per day while he was away.

Yes, for those in the know, he's been away for one day already, meaning that I've already failed the task, or would have, had I agreed to take it up.

Instead, I'll blog every day after the first.

What have I done all day today? Not much. Sitting at Lucas' now, watching his DVDs, eating his foods, using his heater, messing with his cat (who's still not sure what to make of me).

Will I blog tomorrow? Not likely!

Lucas is a jerk.