Gracious.

[truepenny]

There are over 500 of you.

::waves to everybody::

Since I have to write a synopsis of The Mirador today, and since synopsis-writing is an activity which I both hate and am incredibly bad at, I'm going to issue an open invitation:

Tell me something about yourself.

It's an invitation, obviously--nothing even as strong as a request--so if you don't want to, no harm, no foul. But if you'd like to (and this applies as much to the people I know as the people I don't) ... tell me something. Make it as long or as short, as serious or as goofy as you want. If you are a reader who doesn't have a LiveJournal account, that's totally cool, too--just please remember to sign your comment.

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I exist primarily to hold up the cat. ^_~

Yup. I spent ten years as a mobile resting-spot for Sophie, who was so completely a shoulder-cat she would have eaten her dinner up there if she could manage it, if only she didn't keep on dropping bits. She used to fall asleep regularly, and snore in my ear. I still miss that.

[khriskin]

Dex loves to purr loud enough to vibrate my skull. -_-;; Sadly, she never gets a chance to snore because she's oozes off my shoulder into my lap when she nods off. Like a fuzzy jell-o waterfall. ^_^;;

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Awww... Do you know the Tessimond poem that starts "Cats, no less liquid than their shadows"? Sounds apt.

[khriskin]

I didn't before, but I found it with a quick google. It's very apt! ^_^ Especially this bit…

Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn

That’s my cat! *grin*