National Domestigraphic

Exploring The Great Indoors

Cat Treats? Cats that ARE Treats?

Written By: alb3rt - Aug• 21•11

Apparently it’s not just a local phenomenon.:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/8833793/Cats-increasingly-named-after-food-by-their-owners.html

Why am I kicking something I might want?

Written By: alb3rt - Jul• 26•11

Ken salvaged an abandoned jeep the other day in the hopes I could use it.  Fenway and I gave it a thourough once-over but in the end it was too big for me to drive so we handed it down to Ken’s niece.

I know looking under the hood is an expectation of males, even if they don’t know what they are looking at. But why the ritual of kicking tires? To see if they kick back? Explode? What exactly are we testing here? And if they needed air, would that mean someone wouldn’t want to buy the car?

Sometimes human nature escapes this koala.

One Year on the Server Farm

Written By: alb3rt - Jul• 07•11

A koala can achieve quite a bit on one year with the help of someone who is online most of the day.

  • 5-Star Winery with Level 120 Red Wine
  • 5-Star Pub
  • 128 Neighbors
  • 157.6 Million Coins Earned
  • 326,615 Crops Harvested
  • 193 Different Species
  • Level 13 Sheep Breeding; Level 16 Pig Breeding
  • Fully expanded farms

 

 

The Meat Cat

Written By: alb3rt - Jun• 08•11

I got up close and personal with one of the smallcats. This one has a Polish name, Kishka, which apparently references some kind of meat that has a predeliction for being stolen.

It’s a newer addition to the pride, and quite insane.  It is becoming a preserve legend that he has the ability to teleport after something falls over or crashes. I wasn’t sure if I should interview it or just let it sit on my lap and be very still. I opted for the latter, as Ken indicated his only linguistic expression was “derp”.

 

Farm Party

Written By: alb3rt - May• 11•11

A shoutout to all my Farville homiez. Foshizzle, et cetera.

Rodent Religions

Written By: alb3rt - Apr• 10•11

I’m not sure of the full metaphysical impact of squirrels on the fabric of time and space, but it appears to be more significant that first thought:

Smallcat Kinesiology

Written By: alb3rt - Mar• 27•11

I found a fascinating documentary film on smallcat movement.  I’m just not sure how they got the subject to move so slow.  They’re usually a LOT faster around here.

A Virtual Assistant

Written By: alb3rt - Feb• 27•11

I forgot to mention this a while back,  but I now have an apprentice of sorts on my server farm. He’s a knome from Haiti. The guy with the glasses, not the plant monster thing. Knome, you say? Yes, I’ve made his aquaintence for some time now, thank you very much. Ahem. It’s good to have someone on the farm while I’m away from the computer. Everything seems to be geting done on schedule, and I’ve moved up splendidly in agrarian rank.

I also discovered that aliencs exist in cyberspace as well. Shining orbs float occassionally over my server farm and I managed to catch a photo of them. Maybe I planted too many alien fruits.  (The game calls them pumpkins.)

Farewell Old Fellow

Written By: alb3rt - Jan• 09•11

We had a good time of it, old friend.  You were always there for me and soothed my transition when we moved to the new preserve.  May you always have a living room surrounding you. Actually I heard the next door neighbors immediately took you into their family upon seeing you perched upon our curb.  It’s good to know you’ll be loved, and sat upon, yet another lifetime.

I’ve been informed I’m “not a Jedi … yet.” Not sure what that means.

Written By: alb3rt - Jan• 01•11

For Christmas, I got a new outfit from Build-A-Bear. It’s some kind of desert garb that comes with some sort of pointy, shiny, ice cream cone of death. Maybe it’s supposed to be Santa’s bodyguard or something. It came in a Farmville special deliver box.  Nice touch, Ken, nice touch.

Ken has a similar outfit, sans the cone, and we went to some kind of space protest in front of the store. There was even a really tall bear called Chewing Bacca. I think that’s his Indian name. Somehow the pictures of all of us got lost, but maybe that’s a good thing.

Here’s one of just me for now, on the slopes of the new couch. With a ginger bread guy.

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