Mishka, I would like to introduce you to Closet.

Some of you imaginary people amongst my imaginary flock of followers may be curious to know the story behind my description of...me. Well, first off, I have a kitty. His name is Mishka (Meesh-kuh, not Mish-kuh), he is 9 or 10 years old, and he is the most adorable cat in the world. Yeah, I know, everyone with a cat thinks theirs is the cutest. Well they're all WRONG. Because mine blows theirs out of the water. Which is really doing them a favor because if your cat is at all normal and not a tiger, it doesn't like water. Anyway, Mishka is the cutest because everything he does, whether he is aware you are looking or not, is cute enough to make you cry. Although usually the reaction is big eyes and a big smoochy-lip smile. He loves to lay on his back with his little white paws in the air; he loves to steal chairs, or, if they aren't available, laps. He can't eat his food if you aren't watching. He only likes water out of the tub. He can't relax if you're moving around. This morning he threw up in the hallway, and previously he has left a bird's heart on one of my shirts. When he was a kitten, he slept in the sink, but he's outgrown that phase. He doesn't like Daft Punk...or maybe just my dancing to it. Yesterday he stayed under the cover of my parent's bed from when they made it in the morning to 5:00 in the afternoon. And he only left them because Mom went to see if he was okay, which woke him up. We recently made a move that took around 11 or 12 hours in the car, and as you can probably guess, Mishka wasn't happy. He yowled the whole time, but the chill-out drugs we gave made him sleep for the long freeway stretches. Now, other cats might hold a grudge. Claw your face off as soon as you let them out. Not Mishka though; as soon as I let him out, he was all purring and love and laying on my lap and rubbing on plants.

Well, recently he has taken a liking to my closet. There is a small corner that is clear of shoes and there aren't any clothes hanging over that part, and since the door is usually open, he can see right out and into the hallway and probably down the stairs. It's secluded, comfy, nobody knows where he is (that's what he thinks anyway) and he can keep an eye on us. Perfect! In a cat's mind anyway. And hey, if I was small enough I'd probably take refuge in there too. I just cleaned my room, but I tried to keep the closet mostly how it was. Really it's just an excuse not to organize it, but I think Mishka appreciates it.

First Blog Post! Woooo Everything Must Be Capitalized!

So basically I figure, this blog will serve as something to throw all my ideas at. Good or bad, they shall be written down for the world to see. I might be tempted for this to become a public journal, but I am determined to resist that temptation. To a degree. Obviously I will be mentioning personal stuff, especially if I really don't have any ideas, other than "wow Jeeves and Wooster is the best show ever". Yeah, I totally just sneaked some marketing in there. Sneaky. Like a ninja boss. I'm listening to Pandora right now (more marketing, did ya catch it?). The song is Animal Rights by deadmau5. As a general rule, deadmau5 isn't the best techno/house/whatever-you-call-it group ever, but this song is still pretty awesome. Yes I went off on a tangent, but what do you care, non-existing internet troller? Okay now I'm talking to my imaginary friends. I should probably get on with my most recent big-ish idea.

Okay, this idea has to do with BOOKS. Not just random books either. No, this is an idea for WRITING a book. Yes, very original, I know. And maybe it's a terrible idea to put my ideas out there for the whole world to steal, but I'm probably not going to use it anyway. Might as well share. Still, don't think of this as permission to steal! I'm *officially* copywriting this. That oughta stop the crooks, right? Anyway, on to business. The idea is that in the future, robotics has been adapted to toy dolls for little girls (or boys, corporate businessmen don't care) and after a while, these robots have been designed to be as lifelike as possible. A real imaginary friend, with features chosen by the daughters of rich fat cats with nothing better to spend their money on. Of course, they end up looking similar to (but not as pretty as) the little girls themselves, which isn't very good for educating children on how to be tolerant, but there you have it. They create a sister/plaything for themselves. The AI is so advanced on these machines because they were previously the AI in such things like unmanned aerial vehicles and the like. The hard drives are backed up and reused as often as possible to be cheap. Anyway, so the main character is a robot girl made to be the plaything of Susie Dankes, a very rich and spoiled girl that has on more than one occasion, caved the robot girl's skull in with a brick when she...well when she feels like it. So basically the robot girl, whose name given to her by Susie is Julia because "I knew a Julia once. She was very dirty and poor. I let her play with me as long as she did everything I said. She was a very lucky girl. And so are you, Julia. Very, very lucky." So, the point of the story is, that she runs away to start an investigation into her past "lives" as an AI to try and find out what she was originally, to go back to where she started and see if anyone along the way wants her. I won't give away the ending (like I even know what it is). So, what do you think? Pretty awesome, eh? Yeah whatever. Just keep criticizing, imaginary internet troller!

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As Julia

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As Susie