Happy Zoo Year

Its new years day, I'm not in HK, I'm not with my friends. Commence major gripe.
Been working half a tail off on a presentation I'm to do when I make my glorious return to the big 852. Rebellion in Antigone, 1984 (Antigone/Julia). I'm basing most of it around the usual kumquat-sized wisdom, although I'm considering altering it for 'Hedonism in 1984/Oceania (orwell)' we shall see. It seems a much easier topic and one that would be less easy to parrot.

Herd briefly from Flower & Glinda, no news yet from Captain Contemporary (I am not terribly felicitous when contemplating Captain Contemporary, at least of late. More on this later). I miss the threatening threesome so much that I am actually becoming faintly wretched. Anymore wholesome ambling about in winter wonderlands with frolicking vertically impaired humans will cause me minor cranial internal bleeding... its. not. my. scene.

Flower tagged me in a note on facebook, was very sweet to read and makes it so I am most impatient to be back at her side... Pier 3 beckons with its glinting cheapness and corona extras.

In vancouver at present.

New years day, bitterly cold, the streets are iced and glare out at the sky in streaks of mud and frozen expressions. The rain comes down in half-frozen tatters and all canada appears to be huddled underground for cover. So I go on an outing to the Zoo. Naturally.

It appeared to be a most miserable prospect at first, but then some truly lovely things happened. We were the only, i repeat ONLY guests in the entire Zoo, and this is an enormous one. Everything from bears to giraffes to tigers and what not. After we entered the one staff member working put on the track that looped for the day. A mix of pretend rainforest tunes and peruvian fluting (I hope I've made you proud, Glinda). On approaching the enclosure with Cheetah, a most marvelous thing happened.

The cheetah leapt out of the cave, went right up to the fence, looked up boldly to behold out frost-bitten forms. And burst into a positive flurry of purring. Such delight! I also saw a gigantic fiery tiger take a gargantuan crap in the snow. A fulfilling day.
I have a cousin, who is seven and today dressed in a red pillow-like aparatus that I beleive canadians call jackets.

We discovered the cougars were following him, as far as they might.

For breakfast I meandered across the street to Mcdolalds (felt the fat in the air attack my abdomen upon the first step on the threshold) and helped myself to the biggest coffee the ordered. Luncheon today was four huge cups of iced-tea and a bit of tortilla... fitting, I'd just finished 'Like Water For Chocolate'

Currently reading some Baudelaire works, and Victor Hugo. Managed to get my paws on some more Purcell and what not.

Now, on the matter of mister modern.

I suppose it is a little cheap to put out this information on the ether for any prying eye to spy, yet I doubt it is overly destructive, as its nothing too serious.

- MJCK -

Now for the social update

I've recently fallen into relations with a charming individual, one who is certainly more worthy than the disaster of Chup or the bigger disaster of Jackass, (the list of conquests goes on, believe me) and so far things have proven most dandy. Admittedly, I do not usually have such trusting relations from the start of meeting someone, although something about this individual made it so that I trusted him more than I do most. Males are, if we are to believe Flower, Jhonnie & Evolution, expendable.

Anywhoodle, we got along swimmingly.. although now I am maddened by his superfluous ability to stagnate social adaptation and maturation. It grieves me to note his inexplicable attitude towards solidifying what already is.

It grieves me, but in all honesty does not surprise me. I'm yet to meet a man with balls.

Also, I have not been in town for the new years, and am apprehensive as to what I may discover upon my return. As well as being feeble, I've known the ridiculous feminine antithesis to be fickle.

I was somewhat stung by the lack of official alteration, and I know this to be most persnickety... yet what can I say, revenge is sweeter than wine. And real affection rings truer than revenge, so I just want to know once and for all, or the devil take this whole situation. Pardon me, been Victor Hugo-ing far too oft.

I don't know quite what to do about this Captain, and I LOATHE dithering. And I know that I'm being overly-sensitive. Perhaps its because of the lack of that kind of affection for quite a while now.

Perhaps I just need a toy.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat