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Maybe I’m an enigma.
Maybe I don’t even know what enigma means, but I always wanted to say that. Wait, did I say that out loud?
I’ve been told that you can be either a cat person or a dog person but not both. Why can’t I be both? I wanna be both!
OK. I’ve decided I’m going to be both.
I suppose the dog person was born long ago when I was just a baby. My mother had a Boxer (Arno) that was her companion in Germany while my father was stationed there in the ’50s. My mom says Arno was more protective of me than she was. She would put me in the yard in my car carrier and Arno would lean against it and bark at the man mowing his lawn three doors down. I regret it, but I don’t remember him at all. I have seen pics, though, so I’m pretty sure mom isn’t lying. (Just kidding, mom. You don’t have Internet yet, but you will probably read this one day.)
Since then quite a few dogs have passed through our household. Some stand out in my mind. Others have receded. I guess the most prominent dog memory for me is Lonnie. He was born in 1979 and registered as Ludwig vom Windemere Wold. I’m told that means Wendy’s Woods in German. I haven’t had German since the 8th grade, so I’m not sure. That was too much of a mouthful anyway, so we just called him Lonnie. He just looked at you funny if you tried to call him Ludwig. Plus, he didn’t wear a powdered wig, so he didn’t look like a Ludwig.
But I digress (I’ve always wanted to say that, too.) Lonnie was a German Shepherd and a trained search and rescue dog. I trained him and searched and rescued with him. He went everywhere with me, including my office. It’s easy to take a dog along when he’s properly trained. (Oops! Didn’t mean to start moralizing.) We spent lots of hours in the mountain wilderness together. Practice searching, backpacking, he did it all. He was my friend and protector. He was awesome. He’s been gone many years. I want him back even more than my Fable II dog. And that’s quite a bit (ask any Fable II fan about their cool dog.) Oh, and for the uninitiated in the audience, Fable II is a video game. One of the few upon which I’m hooked. But that’s a blog for another day.
So I guess you would say I was a dog person first. Well, maybe YOU wouldn’t say that. At least, not out loud. Because then someone would think you were a little crazy or something, ya know, talking to yourself.
Did I digress again? Anyway, sometime soon after our wedding (1977) my BFF bride and I got a kitten. All you have to do is raise a cat from a kitten and you’ll be hooked. Yes, cats are independent and pretty much take care of themselves. No. they won’t come when called (well, maybe our cat Tai Lung is an exception to that.) No, they won’t meet you at the door, tongue out, tail wagging. But hold one close, rub it’s head, scratch it’s ears and listen to it’s quiet purr. There’s nothing like it. Until they poop behind the couch. BAM! How’s that for ruining a mental image. 
Many cats have passed through our household. Current reigning queen of the household would be Callie. She was a gift to our daughter for her kindergarten graduation. Peggy (twitter: @peggerspregers) is now 21, so I guess that makes Callie about 15. She keeps all the other dogs and cats in line or runs away and sulks. She’s so emo.
Callie - Queen of the Manor
Fact is, as soon as I sit down, Callie comes and sits in my lap. Whether I want her to or not. Whether I try to get her to move or not. She just digs the old claws into my living tissue and holds on, daring me to move her. And when I finally get her talons out of my flesh, she runs away and sulks. Give her 30 minutes or so and she’ll be back to go through the whole process again. What can I say? She’s a sweetie. 
So, can we agree that I’m an enigma? And not the kind of enigma that encodes/decodes messages? (That was for the history buffs that are reading.)
OK. I’m done for now. I’m definitely going to have to find more controversial subjects to write about. I was considering writing about stupid things people post on the (very public) Internet. We’ll see how that works out.
Now, where did I leave my cup?
Ha! I got you! I’ll bet you thought this post was going to be about some nefarious conspiracy afoot within the federal government replete with sleazy politicians, genius computer geeks with no life, moody self-deprecating protagonists, sex, drugs and rock and roll, didn’t you? But it’s actually about a novel by my BFF that’s about a nefarious conspiracy afoot within the federal government replete with sleazy politicians, genius computer geeks with no life, moody self-deprecating protagonists, sex, drugs and rock and roll. And, since my BFF is writing it, you’ve gotta know that the main protagonists are loosely based upon he and I. Very loosely. In fact, it’s so loosely that no one will recognize either one of us. They are actually based upon what he and I would like he and I to be like.
But anyway, it’s a fun story and I get to drive an H1 (that’s a big, honkin’ Hummer for those of you who don’t know) and shoot guns and climb rocks and do all sorts of cool things. I got to do most of the research for the novel and I’m currently editing his rough draft, but we expect this story to be ready in a month or so. I’ll post information about it right here, so my good readers can have first crack at it.
So, I’m thinking this isn’t enough words for my second post, so I want to talk briefly about something that’s near and dear to my heart… eBay. Yes, I’m an eBay seller. I sell vintage guitars, amps and other musical doodads for a local music store. Sometimes it requires a lot of research to identify these instruments. A lot of the major guitar manufacturers were pretty sloppy in handling serial numbers back in the day. Plus, there are so many variables in guitar specs (acoustic/electric, pickups, tuners, nuts, bridges, controls, wood, you name it… it’s variable.) THEN, there are after-market modifications that need to be identified. It’s tough for this old keyboard guy to keep up with. Thank the Lord I’ve got a few guitar guys around to give me a hand. Thanks @baristabro and jwjenks (you need a twitter account so you can have a cool “at” sign too)!
Anyway, I didn’t come here to rant about guitar manufacturers. Back to eBay. I expect to (re) reach eBay Power Seller status the first of September. I’ve been there before. It’s a lofty place of preferred search status, reduced fees and other cool stuff. Come see me on eBay: keyguy2000
Please, please, please leave me comments. If you have a topic you want me to write about, let me know.
Oh well, I see the bottom of my cup again….
I ‘m standing over my coffee maker wishing a gravity well would appear under the coffee holder thingy. But that probably wouldn’t be good. Ya know, the whole space/time continuum thing. So minutes turn into years as I wait. What’s that maxim about a watched pot? Nevermind. Maybe if I walk back to my office and check tweetdeck it’ll be done when I get back. Or not, so I wait.
So, this is my first attempt at blogging. I’ve never been here before because I never could figure out what to write about. I still have no idea. So I will proceed with no theme whatsoever. There will probably be very little written about coffee, although there will most assuredly be a mug filled with that hot, liquid goodness within six or eight inches of my hand, hence the title.
I’ve had some experience writing technical manuals and software user manuals. I’ve had LOTS of experience writing software. That’s probably not appropriate for a blog. But I’m hoping there’s some inkling of creativity in this noggin. I also hope there are some folks out there who will find my writing interesting, provocative or amusing. I’ll give it a try.
I guess that’s a pretty good start for this blog. You know a little about me, share a little about yourself in the comments.
Time for a refill….
