Mind, I’ve had account at all three for years, but after my initial liking of both Twitter and Facebook I can’t stand either of them now. I didn’t last on Facebook for long at all, but I was all ready to write the praises of Twitter when I suddenly tired of the whole thing. But, well, now I have been giving Tumblr a try, and I like it. So far. I like the wonderful, funny, and awful photos that people find, the brilliant quotations, the bits and pieces of science news and… well, lots.

I fear, though, that what I most like about it is that I don’t have to write. I can just reblog pretty pictures, or the stuff other people have written as a sort of “what she/he said” and I am done. I have Tumbled. I don’t even have to become a part of any conversations and, except for a few brief comments, I don’t. I don’t have to do anything at all myself, create anything at all, really, if I don’t want to. And, so far, I haven’t.

Which makes me think it might be time to put that aside as well. Or, at least, to limit my participation on it. It’s not that I can’t write on there, or that no one does, but I have trouble doing so. Wackity brain issues.

Anyway, I have plans and thoughts and ideas and things to do and to write, and it’s about time to do them.

And then she got old and turned into a raging old bat. Oh wait, no, that was me. But the cat has still had a bit of a personality change. You know how when some humans age, they stop bothering about stuff? No longer worried about “convention” and opinion and all that?

Well, that’s Cat. She jumps on the counters and the tables and if you leave a plate around, and she’s hungry, she’ll help herself. She’s also decided that she wants to eat when she wants to eat, and who cares if it’s 4 AM? She’ll yowl, and yowl until either someone (me) gets her some food, or someone (me) gets up and throws her out of the room. And even then, out of the room, she’ll yowl at the door.

It wouldn’t be so bad if she had a soft, cat-like “meow.” But she doesn’t. She can, mind you, sound very sweet and kitty-like. But not when she is demanding food. No other word for that noise but a yowl. It’s dreadful.

So, I’m trying to get her back on some sort of normal being hungry/eating schedule, but to do that I have to ignore the noise. Far easier said than done, especially if I am trying to concentrate on something. I sometimes fail at this regulating business and just feed her just to shut her up. Which, of course, makes her even more demanding the next time.

I’ve only been keeping her temporarily the past 18 or 19 years until I find her a good home. I have now stepped up my search.

Anyway, so that I am not obligated for every single day, I will limit the interview to five questions a week, most likely done Monday through Friday. I plan to post the questions for the week either on Monday morning or Sunday sometime, so that anyone who also wants to interview themselves can use these questions or make up their own. If you are doing it, and feel comfortable sharing, I’d love to know. You can post a link in comments, or your answers themselves if you wish.

I thought at first that I should make up all sorts of tricky questions but then I realized that the important thing wasn’t the questions, it’s the answers. So, regardless of how mundane the inquiry, it’s up to me (and you) to make of the answer something good, or powerful, or at least something I’ve thought long about.

I’m not explaining anything well this morning because it promises to be a busy day, but anyway, here are the questions. I will probably answer my first one this evening:

1. Why are you doing this? What do you hope to accomplish?

2. What is your favorite color?

3. What is your earliest memory?

4. Do you believe in heroes?

5. What is your Utopia?

I’ll probably give a little more thought to the next set of questions but these will do to begin with.

“theoretical life at the intersections of ice cream and bran flakes”

What the heck? That doesn’t even sound like me – but apparently I wrote that in November and I have NO idea at all where I might have been going with it. I wrote no text in the post, just the title. Hate when I do that.

And I don’t even drink, so drunken midnight revelations is no excuse.

Does this mean I’m the proverbial “screw-up”?

Sigh. There goes my geek card.