On the back of the recent Clawing at the Backdoor yet another poem about cats. In fact, a poem about them. And on International Cat Day too.
If it’s all getting too much, don’t panic – there’s some calming cat pics coming up below!
cute cats
An Environmental Catastrophe Clawing at the Backdoor
Poems just come to me, seemingly from out of nowhere. This one appeared last night after a couple drinks. Unfortunately it’s unlikely to win me any friends.
Only people who like cats read/look at cat related things.
A Brand New World: Part IV vs. Social Media
Thanks to the recent data breach debacle all the previous news of Facebook demoting Pages seems a long time past and not all that important anymore. Especially given the latest development regarding a memo stating (quote from BBC article linked):
N. P. Ryan vs. Self-publishing
The Bath Party Launch UPDATE:
If there’s one thing paramount to know about self-publishing – always check Continue reading
East Street and the Mystery of Charlie Chaplin
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market III
Below, two pictures of the Walworth Road entrance to East Street (Lane). I’d never seen the arch until I looked for a picture to use here. It strikes me as being at odds with how locals refer to the place – as though put there for no other reason than to enforce on them they’re Continue reading
Songs Mr. T. Taught Me
A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market II
Brits are rarely positive about anything – that’s more a mainland Europe kinda thing and perhaps the foremost reason voting Brexit was so popular. Nonetheless, when things are going badly, Brits suddenly range between cheerily pointing out it could be worse before whistling a happy tune, to becoming highly Continue reading
N. P. Ryan vs. Social Media Part II
Despite making a couple of recent posts, including Part 1 to this, Facebook gallantly pesters on, and like a proper bastard too!
They made absolutely no difference to its usual taunting question ‘people haven’t heard from you in a while, why don’t make a post?’ – it’s still flipping there! Only now, it goads some more by letting me know the exact number of people they reached, while offering to ‘boost’ them so they Continue reading
N. P. Ryan vs. The Spiders from Mars
Recently the BBC reported an elderly woman had to be rescued from a burning mobile home after it had been set on fire by blow torches being used to remove spiders from its underside.
A bit excessive, perhaps?
I once worked in pest control. While people calling us out and paying through the nose to have a casual spider removed was pretty much unheard of, they were something in our text book of how-to-deal-withs. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan vs. Social Media
Facebook is a Flipping Pest.
Anytime I check my page, it bugs me to post something without the slightest care, concern or regard for whether I actually have anything worth saying. For that worth I’ve been getting book three ready—formatting; designing a cover; things like that—but that’s hardly scintillating news and the fact it’s taking longer than hoped is hardly helping my social-media-update cause. Continue reading
