Tuesday, March 22, 2005

A Conversation in My House

Cat 10 RAOW!




Prince What's wrong?

Cat 10 RAOW!

Prince What's wrong?

Cat 10 RAOW!

Princess Honey, does he have food in his bowl?

Cat 10 RAOW!

Prince Is that it?

Cat 10 RAOW!

Prince You need food?

Cat 10 RAOW!

Prince You ate it all, huh?

Cat 10

Prince Oh, you aren't going to answer that, are you? Did Trevor eat all the food?

Cat 10 mmmmmeeewwww

Prince Okay, I'll get you more food.

Cat 10 RAOW!

And anyone who doesn't think that was verbatim, doesn't live with cats.


Agnes asked yesterday why my blog is RoseByAny.... The simple answer is that my e-mails and log-ins at various websites are all RoseByAny...

But why do things simply, when you could tell a story?

I grew up loving theatre - particularly musical theatre, but theatre of any kind. As I've said before, I used to tell myself bedtime stories and say lines over and over until I got the emphasis just right. I'd sing every part of every show at the top of my lungs in my room. I had a fantastic fantasy life (so much so that even that line is a quote from a musical! three points if you know which one!)

I never did homework when I was in school. I even had a (mean, obnoxious, witchy) teacher call home and tell my mother she thought that I was illiterate because I didn't do any assignments. My mother's response was something more polite than the teacher deserved, but it was something along the lines of "when she's done reading that Shakespeare play I'll take her to a therapist" - and I was in fact reading Shakespeare for fun in fifth grade and after. The language, the characters... I was entranced.

Fast forward fifteen years, and people are starting to set up e-mail accounts regularly. Nothing like we have now, but it was now more common for folks to have e-mail then not. My father set up an AOL account, using our names as the base of our addresses. And being as I was then single, and have always been female, it was rare for me to EVER sign online without getting some truly obscene propositions from people, offering to meet me at some slum in Baltimore and do all kinds of hideous things to me. I decided I really didn't want my name - or any way of tracking me - in my e-mail address.

And so there I sat, trying to pick a name. I wanted something that would show my love for theatre, and literature, but I couldn't think of anything that felt "just right".... a name is so important, and yet so unimportant....

So what's the name... what's in a name... what's in...

Light Bulb 2

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.... (Romeo and Juliet)


Anonymous Anonymous said...

deer amie,

wy ar yo pikking on trevvur? i am goeing to report yo to the humain sosietee if yo dont stop starving yur cats.

your neice,

2:58 PM  
Blogger Jenni said...

That conversation sounds a lot like my DH and our dog.

3:42 PM  
Blogger Agnes said...

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4:17 PM  
Blogger Agnes said...

See, there is an interesting story behind the name. Thanks a lot. BTW, I am a big Shakespeare fan. I never aspire to be an actress, but I just love his tragedies.

4:18 PM  
Blogger vi said...

sounds like our crew, Thaddeaus SWEARS that Calpurrnia did it.
( he hides cars in her crate)
Calpurrnia blames it all on Amber.
Amber is dy-ink daily........ and so life goes on here

6:07 PM  
Blogger Jensgalore said...

"But everything was beautiful at the ballet ..."

Huge Broadway fan and another person with a rich fantasy life. :)

6:47 PM  
Blogger Lori said...

Haha! That sounds alot like me with my cats. Except with my cats (Asha and Nikko) it's more like this:


Me: You're early Asha, you have two more hours before you get fed!

Asha: *annoyed* MEOW!!

Nikko: meow-ow-ow-ow!

me: Aw Nikko kitty.

(my boyfriend insists we feed them three times a day in smaller amounts, otherwise they gorge themselves in a sitting and bug us all night)

Nikko meows for no apparent reason. I think it's either boredom, or when he wants someone or Asha to come play with him. He just walks around making sounds.

7:34 PM  
Blogger Leslie Shelor said...

I speak fluent cat, dog, chicken and have a nodding acquaintance with horse, so there's always a conversation going on here. And Grandma read Shakespeare aloud to us before we were in school. Along with other things; books were our lives. When I was a kid I would read and crochet at the same time; don't have that much brain anymore!

7:39 PM  
Blogger Amie said...

Yay! Three points to Jen of Jensgalore!

8:07 PM  
Blogger Manda said...

haha. that's so a conversation between me and the cats at my parents' house. hehe :)

9:11 PM  
Blogger purlewe said...

God, i hope I get it. I hope I get it. How many people does he need?

BTW.. I didn't suggest tits and ass for your bro's bday for nuthin'

11:07 PM  
Blogger Allena said...

I'm glad i'm not the only on who talks to my cat! i swear she's crazy though! LOL or maybe its me! LOL she's always telling me she needs more food and her bowl is always full...HMMMM


3:53 AM  
Anonymous Jessica said...

I can sympathise with you on the shakespeare and teacher issue. As an enterprising third grader I decided we should put on a production of Macbeth. I typed up scripts and made props all while memorizing my lines and landed in the office with my mom due to outrageous phone calls from other parents citing witchcraft! We were doing the Double Double toil and trouble scene and apparantly the other kids' parents had never heard of it. I was strongly discouraged from reading above my grade level by teacher thereafter.

1:46 PM  
Blogger LaliƤna :) said...

My cat Oscar seems to think that if you do not fill his bowl within three seconds of your alarm going off in the morning, he will STARVE TO DEATH!!! So the meowing reaches new heights, along with the poking. That's right, he will come on to the bed, walk right up to you and POKE you with his paw. Until you get up. And fill the bowl that usually isn't empty yet.

Just in case.

Laura :)

9:18 PM  

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