cat: roofer: mars
The cat had his followers so I am re-categorising & tagging posts that featured him. Just click below. Oh & here’s a new photo. What else? Not much. Watched Skyfall, nothing to say about that. The roofer arrived & is banging about. I found the following scrawled in the bedside notebook when I woke up this morning. “The mad poets, paranoid logicians & ceaseless illiterate romantics of science fiction’s Golden Hour, when everything seemed–& was–possible under the light of the pulp sunset.” The writing looks like mine but the content is clearly a rogue transmission from the Curiosity rover. Let’s get that code sorted, people, before the tin can says too much.