Back in June, the Pussy Cat Dolls held a concert in Korea and both Son Dambi and After School had an opportunity to briefly mingle with them. Now it seems Pussy Cat Doll member Nicole Scherzinger has some sort of relationship with the Wonder Girls.

During Mnet’s MAMA Awards, there was a brief intermission where they played a pre-recorded message by Nicole Scherzinger. She congratulated Mnet for the award show, talked about the good time she had in Korea, and also introduced the hottest new girl group, the Wonder Girls! Mnet then played a video montage of the Wonder Girls in America with the words “Nobody Syndrome.”

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Today’s interesting article from The Age is this… a discourse on the reversal of feminism through literature.

The author of the article cites her literary heroines as Jo March (from Little Women) and Anne Shirley (of Anne of Green Gables), because they were young ladies who went against the grain of society, dared not only to dream but to follow those dreams, and who didn’t believe that it was the be all and end all to get married and start a family.

However, young girls of today are holding the Bella Swan’s of the literature circles on pedestools, regardless of the selfish and limp-wristed behaviour that they exhibit. Bella is, in the view of the author, sullen, selfish and irratatingly helpless. I tend to agree.

I read the Twilight Saga while I was living in Mansfield, but only because I had absolutely nothing better to do in the middle of winter in a country town. I didn’t particularly like the book, and I certainly don’t appreciate Meyer’s style of writing. I found Meyer’s characters to be fairly one dimensional, and the ending of the series was so predicatable that I was exceptionally disappointed that I’d wasted 4 weeks of my life reading this trash.

Now, don’t think me a lover of Harry Potter and JK Rowling instead… but I did enjoy Rowling’s creations far more than Meyer’s. And the biggest difference, the thing that really stood out, was that over each book, you could see how Rowling matured as a writer. Meyer appeared to have put together all four of her books in one sitting, and this only served further to frustrate me. There was no uplift in Twilight, no real learning curve (from either characters or author), and no positive reaction to the end.

Bella didn’t grow, she didn’t learn, she didn’t become a woman. Instead, she made the decision to become a vampire, to stay 18 forever, just in order to hold onto the ‘man’. Now, while I can see the appeal that becoming immortal and staying 18 forever has, I don’t think it’s an appropriate moral choice to be distributing to incorrigible young girls.

Bella frustrated me immensely, so much so that I was almost inclined to stop reading at the end of New Moon. I persisted however, mostly because I hate not finishing anything, but also because I needed to see if Bella would mature. She didn’t, I did, and now the only thing we have in common is a distant memory of what life was like before Edward Cullen.

Another day has gone
I’m still all alone
How could this be
You’re not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you’re far away
I am here to stay

But you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
You’re always in my heart
But you are not alone

‘Lone, ‘lone
Why, ‘lone

Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you’re far away
I am here to stay

For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
You’re always in my heart
For you are not alone

Whisper three words and I’ll come runnin’
And girl you know that I’ll be there
I’ll be there

You are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you’re far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
You’re always in my heart

For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you’re far away
I am here to stay

For you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we’re far apart
You’re always in my heart

Michael Jackson

For you are not alone…

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Thursday represents the end of the eight day work shift for staff and our last crew run of the week. Our last crew day is also the busiest and most animated as everyone discusses the plans for their six days off. On the last leg of our pickup heading for our Althorp site we were sailing up Wellbore Channel, which lies between Hardwicke Island and Mainland BC. The channel is approximately 1km wide narrowing to less than half the distance at several points which, depending on the tide, creates a variety of whirlpools and confused currents. On this particular Thursday there was a gentle breeze which combined with the tide created a very light “chop” in the channel. Conversation focused on the coming “off-days” and some good natured back and forth. Nearly half way up the channel a head suddenly appeared out of the waves, the early shouts were a bear, a deer and then on closer view, a cougar or Mountain Lion. Mike Aske the crew boat operator kept the boat positioned ~15-25’ away as crew clamored all over each other and the boat to get a view and every digital device which could take a picture was put to work.

I had the good fortune of having made a last second grab of the video camera as I left the truck that morning, in hopes of videoing some Heli-logging that had been going on in the Area. While disappointed to find no opportunity to film that fascinating operation, an amazing substitute presented itself. Having been on this coast for nearly four years I had never seen a mountain lion in the wild, only a stuffed version at the River Sportsman. Only after I brought the video ashore and showed it off to co-workers and friends did I realize how rare the find was. Staff in the boat that day and people who have lived and worked in the woods and coast of BC for a life time, many rarely having seen this cat, had never seen nor knew of anyone who saw one swimming. This was a significant and challenging body of water for any animal to swim and in the video and at the time it was obvious “she” was struggling to complete the swim and thoroughly exhausted. The opportunity was rare and while we were all very excited, we maintained a safe distance so as not to disturb her greatly, thank goodness for the zoom feature. I hope you enjoy the video.

Submitted by Darren Ingersoll, Production Manager – Campbell River North (CRN)

…than to live in samsara & get beat like a dirty dog…

Oh, my cat done dissed me, she said I done her wrong
I been a bad cat daddy, left her alone to howl & moan
Was the best I could do for her, barely gave her a home
Now she’s off with two girlfriends, three cats & a dog
She’s free now & partying as long as the day’s long
She come out of her shell now, near three years been put down
Tho she hisses & growls me, got to let it go by
She’s in a better place now, pussy needed to get free

this is maddie.  in this picture she looks like a very high end homeless person/bag woman rummaging though some colourful trash.

They ate their spinach and now they are strong like popeye.  You can be strong too if you drink all of your Mojito like me.

I have a cat,

My cat is fat,

It likes to eat rat,

I call it pussy cat.

NOTE: Actually, I wrote this poem for my English homework last year … and I don’t have a cat

Indain dresses and accessories are getting popular around the world now. After sari spreads its magic its now the turn of Indain duppattas to go ga-ga. Nicole Scherzinger wore a a duppatta in her recent visit to India, though she carried it in her westren way but still it was fiving an Indian look… wat say??

We do some decent traffic on this blog during the work week. But on weekends, you can hear the crickets chirping.

So, I figure what the heck, I’ll start throwing up photos of my cats on the weekend. Here’s one of Fur taken in my garage last night. Fur like to call pitches from the bucket.

Send me a photo of your cat to info@iacorp.com and I’ll throw it up here one weekend. Make sure to include the cat’s name and what makes that feline special. – Pepper Hastings

I walked into the apartment and sensed something was amiss.

I could hear a faint breeze sneaking through the back door. It was whispering, “Shhhhh.”

I crept through the living room, shaking a little and taking inventory along the way:

• outdated analog TV that was free and so I am truly grateful to have it? check.
• crappy digital converter box that won’t allow us to see fuzzy stations, which are all we receive in these slummy apartments? check.
• stolen MacBook Pro that I purchased on Craigslist, about which I will post a blog (so chill with the questions)? check.

Heart pounding in my ears, I made my way through the kitchen, where I could see that no harm had come to my dirty dishes. I reached the back door with a sigh because I realized that I had left it open in my rush to take Lily to the hospital.  Great.

After dutifully bashing myself for being so careless, I made my way back to the master bedroom to grab a pile of laundry. Gotta keep it going 24/7. Dishes. Laundry. Cook. Dishes. Laundry. Cook.

As I bent down to pick up a pile, I noticed an unusual amount of cat hair on James’ side of the bed. Weird. Come to think of it, when we came home, I noticed tufts of fur popping out of Violet’s coat. But she doesn’t shed like a golden retriever. This was a lot of hair.

Where was the cat anyway? I hadn’t seen her for thirty minutes or so. Violet (affectionately renamed “Cat-Cat” by Lily when she was two and later renamed “Violent” because she really is pretty vicious) tends to slide against my legs a few times and mew the details of her kitty day until I have sufficiently pet her. She might even randomly strike my ankles with her claws and snarl and cower to goad me into playing chase with her. She rarely just disappears.

Okay, now I was worried because I recognized that fur. Some of it was white. Violet-Cat-Cat-Violent doesn’t have white fur. That son-of-a-bitch stray cat! CROCKETT!!!! He’s a cat we suspect was abandoned by evicted tenants. He is always outside, slinking his way through wrought iron fences, climbing trees, stalking squirrels and peeping in our windows to taunt our precious Violet.

Up until this point I thought he was a really cool cat and let him snoop around our apartment on a few occasions. Now I realize he was just casing the joint.

I searched for Violet to see what damages Crockett had inflicted on her. I found her on Lily’s bed in the nursery, curled up, as if trying to make herself too tiny for me to see. When I came into the room, she barely lifted her head. She growled when I touched her. She never does that. Okay, she growls when she wants to spar, but never out of real fear or anger. This was different.

I gently held her head down and spoke softly to her while I examined her wounds. Punctures on either side of her hindquarters and a nibble on the left ear. I decided to leave her alone.

A few hours later she emerged. She couldn’t move very easily. She seemed really sore, really beat up. Okay, she was walking like she had something stuck between her legs.

Oh. My. God. My. Cat. Was. Raped.

How could I have been such a bad mom! My poor baby! Taken by that scoundrel! That cad! That, that, that no good alley cat!

What if she’s pregnant? No. She’s fixed. Oh no! What if she has Feline AIDS?!

There’s only one thing left to do.

Hide her. Protect her identity. Rename her.

Violated. Here kitty, kitty. Vi-o-la-ted!

Cat lovers have a way of communicating with their cat. When they hear a cat meow, cat lovers would have this sense of understanding of what their cat wants. For some people, understanding what their cat wants comes so naturally that a stranger would often wonder if the owner actually speaks cat language. Well, whether a person do or do not speak cat language, a cat meow would definitely tell you something by merely paying close attention to the tone of the cat meow. How Does One Understand A Cat Meow? Body language that accompanies the cat meow would help to comprehend what your cat is trying to tell you. If your cat meow incessantly and would start walking towards the food dish, this means that your cat is hungry and would like to be feed. You see, your cat has a way of telling you what it wants so pay close attention to the tone of the cat meow and the body language that accompanies the tone. Now, what if your cat starts rubbing itself on your leg and producing some soft cat meow? Typically, this means that you cat wants to be petted and cuddled. Cats are really very sweet creatures and they like to be cuddled so pay attention. Now, what if your car start to make that harsh cat meow and its fur stand up? The fur of your cat would usually stand up if your cat is angry and agitated. And angry cat would definitely look very wild with its fur standing up making it look a lot bigger that it really is. If your cat meow and move away with its fur standing up, do not push it. Your cat is not in he mode to play with you so let it be. Cats love to have sometime on its own so if your cat shows some resistance when you try to cuddle it, don’t force it. The cat meow of a sick cat takes on some other dimensions. If you hear your cat crying in the night in that soft pitiful sound, there is a big chance that your cat is not really feeling so well. Check your cat and find out what is wrong. Forget that cliché that your cat has nine lives because there is no such thing as cats having nine lives. If your can is sick, bring it to the vet immediately before everything gets out of hand.

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Mine likes things that vibrates…   Tee Hee I’m a silly monkey   ( but he really does)

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Pussy cat pussy cat …. ♥woao woaah woah woah¶

They’re so amazing, Miley Cyrus needs to hang out with them on their next car adventure for sure.

Britney Spears is going on tour! Special guests? The Pussycat Dolls! As we all know Britney’s new CD has gone platinum and she wants to make her presence felt. With tour dates starting in March of 2009 it is sure to make millions. Tickets are on sale now at www.britneyspears.com.

Britney Spears plans to shed new light on the circus this year. Millions of fans await the ring entertainment. The tickets sales did so well on the upcoming tour they have added several stops on their journey this year. All that is left is for us to see what happens. Some of the additional cities were: Chicago, Los Angeles, Newark, Oakland, and London!

Why is Britney sharing her tour with the Pussycat Dolls? Well…aside from her own success, she wanted to share the spotlight with other successful artists. The Pussycat Dolls started out as a burlesque Troupe in 1995 and has morphed into quite the girl band.

Their success includes topping the billboard charts in 2003, to being nominated for a Grammy after only a few years in the music biz, to the construction of “ The Pussycat Doll Lounge” in April 2005 to the grand opening of “The Pussycat Dolls Casino” in February 2007. Face it those girls are blowin’ up!

And Quite frankly there are a few questioning, although extremely excited fans in the world of Britney Spears. After all its been 5 years since she has really done any performances. To say the least this is one circus you wont want to miss!

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To ‘New Kingdom’ ,

Sincerely,
Mike Dinkers of Toyota and Douche Digglesworth of Sears

-Chambers…Yoelian Chambers

The following morning I rushed through my breakfast, then ran round to The Golden Ladder Bookshop. I was desperate to hear Fisher’s reaction to what Rossi had said. Eric was at his usual post behind the till. He looked at me with an expression of concern.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Just a few bruises, Eric. It’s only my pride that hurts now. Can I go through to see Richard?’

He waved a hand towards the doorway.

‘Be my guest.’

Inside the stockroom, Fisher was standing with his back to me, waist-deep in boxes and encircled by enormous piles of books.

‘Hi, Richard,’ I said, to let him know I was there.

He didn’t turn round.

‘Hello, Matt. I won’t keep you a minute. I’ve got a missing book. I mean, I haven’t got a missing book. No, what I mean is: there’s a book that’s …. Oh, bother! This is too much.’ He threw down a wad of delivery notes ‘Is it time for coffee yet?’

‘You know me. As far as I’m concerned it’s always coffee time.’

‘Good,’ he said, abandoning his boxes to switch on the electric kettle. ‘Can you ask Eric if he’d like a cup?’

I put my head round the door and, yes, Eric would certainly like a cup.

‘I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to see you last night,’ said Fisher, ‘but, unfortunately, it couldn’t be helped.’

‘I know. Marco explained it all to me.’

His eyebrows rose by several inches. ‘You saw Marco?’

‘Yes and he politely warned me off.’

‘Warned you off?’

‘Richard,’ I asked, ‘are you turning into a parrot?’

‘Of course I’m not. I was merely expressing my surprise. I know Marco a lot better than you, Matt, and I’m sure he’d never hurt anyone. He may look fierce, but deep down he’s a harmless, old pussy-cat.’

‘Really? That’s a side of him I failed to see. He went to a lot of trouble to warn me of the consequences there’d be if I offended his god.’

The kettle boiled. Fisher spooned coffee granules into three mugs and poured water over them.

‘You ought to take notice of Marco,’ he said. ‘He’s a very clever man and he’s absolutely correct. There are inevitable consequences to every action, whether it’s good or it’s bad. Everybody knows that.’

‘I wondered, after I’d spoken to him, whether there might be any connection between the mugging and my visit to you.’

A thoughtful expression crept over Fisher’s face.

‘I suppose it’s possible, Matt. I’ve been wondering for a while about all those Italian guys who walk round Lyonesse Court carrying violin cases and offering protection.’

I stared at him. ‘Really?’

He burst out laughing.

‘No, of course not, you idiot! Surely you didn’t think I was serious? I mean, this isn’t the Mafia we’re talking about here – it’s the Church of Perfection, whose members believe in love and peace, not violence and intimidation.’

I nodded.

‘You’re right, Richard. I must be getting paranoid.’

‘Of course you are …. Black or white, Matt?

‘Black, please.’

Fisher passed me a mug.

‘Give Eric a call, will you?’

I raised a hand to halt him.

‘Even though I admit I’m paranoid, I still expect you to give this all up and go back to Northwood.’

He shook his head.

‘Can’t do that, Matt. I’m part of the family now. And once you’re in a family you can’t resign your membership, can you?’

‘But what -?’

Eric opened the door and stuck his head into the stockroom.

‘Sorry to interrupt you, Fish, but have any more of those Three Steps to Perfection come in?’

Fisher turned to stare at the piles of books behind him.

‘No, not yet, but there’s still a load of boxes from the last delivery that need to be opened. Here, take your coffee while you’re here and, if you wait a minute, I’ll do some more unpacking for you.’

‘Thanks.’

Fisher watched the head disappear.

‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I’ve got to get on now. I must say, though, I do like explaining things to you. You may not understand, but at least you listen – not like some people I know. See you here tomorrow?’

‘Okay.’

I left the shop to discover that, out in the real world, it was raining. If it continued into tomorrow, that would mean a day spent sheltering in the bingo halls of Margate. I shuddered at the thought.

In actual fact, after a cloudy morning, it brightened and I was able to pass the remainder of the day on the beach, an anonymous figure amongst the suntanned hordes.

In the evening, I approached The Golden Ladder with greater caution than usual, but I needn’t have bothered – it was empty. I looked all round the shop, and checked behind the counter, but, no – no bodies lay on the floor. There was only one more place to look. I opened the door of Fisher’s stockroom and went in.

‘Hello,’ said a stranger.

‘Who are you?’ I asked.

‘Ah,’ said the man cunningly. ‘Tell me who you are first.’

‘I’m Richard’s friend.’

‘Whose friend?’

‘Richard’s friend. You know Richard. His full name’s Richard Fisher. Perhaps you call him Fish.’

The man shook his head.
‘Never heard of him, mate.’

‘Of course you have,’ I said. ‘He works here. He’s about my age and height, with dark hair, and wears glasses.’

The man looked completely bewildered.

‘Sorry, mate. Can’t help you.’

‘What about Eric?’ I asked.

‘Who’s Eric?’

‘The bald guy.’

‘I’ve never seen a bald guy here,’ said the man. He gave a silly giggle. ‘Of course, this is only my first day.’

‘Who works in the shop apart from you?’

‘No-one, mate. I’m all alone. Sad, isn’t it?’

‘Peaceful, I’d say. Did Marco give you this job?’

‘Who?’

I resisted an urge to take the man by his shoulders and give him a thorough shaking.

‘Never mind. Just tell me who put you to work here.’

‘The manager, Bernard Parsons. Hey, you’re full of questions, aren’t you?’

‘I certainly am. And I’ll tell you another thing, I shall be asking a good few more.’

I ran out to the Mondeo, jumped into it and careered down the street to Lyonesse Court without due care and attention. The original receptionist – the woman who wasn’t Celeste – saw me coming and tried to grab me as I passed the desk.

‘Excuse me,’ she said. ‘Can I -?’

‘No!’ I snapped. ‘You can’t!’