SpittleHoofMeinster is a dumbass name for a cat.

Screw the Batcave, to the BatInternet, Robin!

Friends back from the dead.

Moving into 50 hours without solid food.

Breakfasting at Lunch never sounded so good.

hm.

now must write some pages. Fell behind. Must catch up.

food, though.

good.

I'm not really online. I'm just AIMing.

I need to write some more. I only got out 1000 words last night, and they're getting strange. I'm to the part of the novel where everybody stops reading because they realize that the whole thing is going to have a very dreamlike quality, and that will make it a little hard to follow. The first bit (that would be, the bit I've written) needs fleshing out. Thre are several things that I think need to be written that didn't make it in yet.

It's like he knows me.

What the Hell! I've already worked for like 10 hours today, but time keeps lying and saying it's only about quarter-to-two in the afternoon. I got here at 9, which makes it at least seven.

A tap on the head and two pieces of ice were all I had to remind me of my now-departed friend.

You don't get to say "I love you" if you're a big meany neenerhead.

Yeesh.

Solitude, you son of a bitch.

Regurgitated, unofficial, probably fictional Harry Potter Gossip

She's got the book pretty much written, says the gossip (no promises on reliability. That's why it's gossip and not news), 38 chapters, longer than Goblet of Fire, darker tone. So, as early as May?
Is it reliable, or just another fantasy of the RoboBelly?

I really should be writing a novel instead of screwing around on my blogs.

The Bum on the corner with the sign said "You got a fish stuck to yer shoe, little boy," as he passed by my car.
I punched the button to lock the doors, and I rolled up the windows.
I didn't have the heart to look down, but when I did, I saw that he was wrong. I was relieved, but sad that I have to be right all the time. Sometimes, it's a curse.

OK, now pay attention:

There used to be this little thing that went up across the doorway of a house I went to once, but it disappeared. It was made of green or blue plastic that was covered with pips or bumps, pickyerword, and it covered the whole top of the doorway. I never knew how they worked, because I was probably too young, I assume it was something to do with hair dye, and if you walked under it, it made this noise, like poing and it would move, like shaking or something, I don't know, again, it's been a long time.
I visited the house again, and the thing was gone from across the doorway, and the people who lived there didn't remember what it was or what I was talking about, but the thing is, now I need to get one, but I can't for the life of me figure out what it was called.
Anybody got one?