In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
81. Say, "If the Most Gracious had a son, I would be the first to worship."
The Gold Adornments 43:81
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If the Most Gracious had a son, I would be the first to worship.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150428
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Bat Cat III is eating his cat food again. Alhamdulillah! So I'm standing down the cat red alert for now. I think that it was a fever that was ailing him. It just took a while for fever reducers to kick in.
I am feeling quite tired. My Mom is in hospital for a preliminary for knee surgery, so I've been commuting and fetching her her lunch and dinner. Today is the first day, and the actual surgery is next month, so there's still a ways to go. I think it's climbing up those 4 flights of stairs that's especially getting to me. Sure I could take the elevator like everybody else, but I don't want to cut corners, so I'm going keep using the stairs. Small potatoes, I know. It's not as if I go running.
For dinner was crinkle cut fries and cocktail wieners. Yeah, but I didn't feel too creative. You're welcome to some if you like. Boy, I'm beat. I'm going to veg out and watch TV now. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. I love you, and I need you.
Bat Cat III is eating his cat food again. Alhamdulillah! So I'm standing down the cat red alert for now. I think that it was a fever that was ailing him. It just took a while for fever reducers to kick in.
I am feeling quite tired. My Mom is in hospital for a preliminary for knee surgery, so I've been commuting and fetching her her lunch and dinner. Today is the first day, and the actual surgery is next month, so there's still a ways to go. I think it's climbing up those 4 flights of stairs that's especially getting to me. Sure I could take the elevator like everybody else, but I don't want to cut corners, so I'm going keep using the stairs. Small potatoes, I know. It's not as if I go running.
For dinner was crinkle cut fries and cocktail wieners. Yeah, but I didn't feel too creative. You're welcome to some if you like. Boy, I'm beat. I'm going to veg out and watch TV now. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150427
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Bat Cat III has lost interest in his cat food. When a cat stops eating, it's time to call a cat emergency. The first suspect would be the flu, but his energy seems OK, and his nose isn't stuffed up. I don't have one of those thermometers that can go up his butt, but I really don't think he has a fever. I had some fever reducers, and he's had 2 doses, and he still behaves the same way. The next suspect is cancer, like leukemia, but how do I test for that? As I can recall, he had been losing interest in his cat food since before I recently took him to the vet for an anti fungal shot.
Now Bat Cat III is an excellent hunter. He's a great mouser, and he has acquired a taste for birds. I'm not a cat, but I'm sure freshly killed game would taste better than cat food. Plus Bob Cat has been claiming all cat food in the territory as his, to be distributed to his "bitches" as he sees fit. I caught him playing "bitch" with Bat Cat III the other day. You know what I mean: "If you want some of my food, then you are my bitch." So I'm guessing that Bat Cat III is going independent of cat food. What supports this hypothesis is that Bat Cat I hangs around the homestead every day, and he doesn't accept a pellet of cat food from me. I pointed him out to my Dad just now, and my Dad said, "He's come here to visit you." I replied, "No Dad, he's here all the time. And I don't give him any food at all. He's completely independent." The smorgasbord provided by Allah here in the kampung is very generous: birds, frogs, fish, mice, snakes... It's nice to rely only on Allah. Do you think I should take Bat Cat III to the vet?
Well, I hope you are cheering up and feeling OK. I want you to be happy, and happy with me. I love you, and I need you.
Bat Cat III has lost interest in his cat food. When a cat stops eating, it's time to call a cat emergency. The first suspect would be the flu, but his energy seems OK, and his nose isn't stuffed up. I don't have one of those thermometers that can go up his butt, but I really don't think he has a fever. I had some fever reducers, and he's had 2 doses, and he still behaves the same way. The next suspect is cancer, like leukemia, but how do I test for that? As I can recall, he had been losing interest in his cat food since before I recently took him to the vet for an anti fungal shot.
Now Bat Cat III is an excellent hunter. He's a great mouser, and he has acquired a taste for birds. I'm not a cat, but I'm sure freshly killed game would taste better than cat food. Plus Bob Cat has been claiming all cat food in the territory as his, to be distributed to his "bitches" as he sees fit. I caught him playing "bitch" with Bat Cat III the other day. You know what I mean: "If you want some of my food, then you are my bitch." So I'm guessing that Bat Cat III is going independent of cat food. What supports this hypothesis is that Bat Cat I hangs around the homestead every day, and he doesn't accept a pellet of cat food from me. I pointed him out to my Dad just now, and my Dad said, "He's come here to visit you." I replied, "No Dad, he's here all the time. And I don't give him any food at all. He's completely independent." The smorgasbord provided by Allah here in the kampung is very generous: birds, frogs, fish, mice, snakes... It's nice to rely only on Allah. Do you think I should take Bat Cat III to the vet?
Well, I hope you are cheering up and feeling OK. I want you to be happy, and happy with me. I love you, and I need you.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150426
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Melancholy Baby. Is that how you feel right now? No, you've cheered up a little by now. Sigh. Well, I don't want you to be unhappy. Because since you are in a high position, it affects the rest of us as well. I want you to know that I have chosen to marry YOU, and I'm not about to go back on my decision easily. This is because I love you, and I need you. I need you to be my Queen, and to carry yourself as so with due dignity. I wish I could buy you something to cheer you up, even if it were just a trinket. If you were here, I would.
Grass grows so fast here, it's like I'm always cutting grass. Today, I cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah. It's a big area, and the growth is always thick with many rocks and stumps, so I can't do it all in one go. It takes me 3 passes, therefore 3 different days. I bought a huge compound for your house in Sims 3! I had to cheat to get the money, but it's just a game and there's no other way. Besides, my purpose is to design your house, not to play the game for the game's sake. Why am I feeling so guilty? I wish it were this simple in real life. It's going to take me a long time before I have anything worthwhile to show you, so please don't anticipate it!
Floofy is so fat. I tried to put her on a diet, but it doesn't seem to affect her. It's as if she never lost her pregnancy fat. Right now she's in my bedroom: she's the only one allowed in my bedroom because she's the most well-behaved of the bunch. Which means she is the least likely to destroy something, make a mess, or commit the 3 dreaded P's (pee, poop, or puke) in my bedroom. But she's still very active: running, jumping and climbing around all over the compound. Even though her momentum is great, that she can't come to a sudden stop without doing a little sliding around. Which goes to prove that one can be athletic, but fat. A linebacker can be fat, but I don't want to have sex with a linebacker. And Floofy? She's a fat cat.
Hello Melancholy Baby. Is that how you feel right now? No, you've cheered up a little by now. Sigh. Well, I don't want you to be unhappy. Because since you are in a high position, it affects the rest of us as well. I want you to know that I have chosen to marry YOU, and I'm not about to go back on my decision easily. This is because I love you, and I need you. I need you to be my Queen, and to carry yourself as so with due dignity. I wish I could buy you something to cheer you up, even if it were just a trinket. If you were here, I would.
Grass grows so fast here, it's like I'm always cutting grass. Today, I cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah. It's a big area, and the growth is always thick with many rocks and stumps, so I can't do it all in one go. It takes me 3 passes, therefore 3 different days. I bought a huge compound for your house in Sims 3! I had to cheat to get the money, but it's just a game and there's no other way. Besides, my purpose is to design your house, not to play the game for the game's sake. Why am I feeling so guilty? I wish it were this simple in real life. It's going to take me a long time before I have anything worthwhile to show you, so please don't anticipate it!
Floofy is so fat. I tried to put her on a diet, but it doesn't seem to affect her. It's as if she never lost her pregnancy fat. Right now she's in my bedroom: she's the only one allowed in my bedroom because she's the most well-behaved of the bunch. Which means she is the least likely to destroy something, make a mess, or commit the 3 dreaded P's (pee, poop, or puke) in my bedroom. But she's still very active: running, jumping and climbing around all over the compound. Even though her momentum is great, that she can't come to a sudden stop without doing a little sliding around. Which goes to prove that one can be athletic, but fat. A linebacker can be fat, but I don't want to have sex with a linebacker. And Floofy? She's a fat cat.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150425
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! Darling! Today I got to try that home made chocolate bar I made yesterday. It tastes OK, it had snap like a chocolate bar should, but I can't seem to get that cooking chocolate flavor out. You know, that taste of grease... I have half a kilo of cooking chocolate left. I think I know a way to get rid of that taste. InshaAllah. Maybe I'll recook that chocolate bar I made, but that would make me lose my starting point, you know what I mean?
Grass grows very quickly here and it had been raining a lot lately, so I always find myself cutting grass. Today I cut the grass around my little house. The weather was so comfortable, it felt like autumn in Salt Lake City. Almost. I didn't break a sweat, though. Which is great. I like it cool.
You be cool too, dearest. Many many kisses from me, the one who loves you and needs you.
Hi Erin! Darling! Today I got to try that home made chocolate bar I made yesterday. It tastes OK, it had snap like a chocolate bar should, but I can't seem to get that cooking chocolate flavor out. You know, that taste of grease... I have half a kilo of cooking chocolate left. I think I know a way to get rid of that taste. InshaAllah. Maybe I'll recook that chocolate bar I made, but that would make me lose my starting point, you know what I mean?
Grass grows very quickly here and it had been raining a lot lately, so I always find myself cutting grass. Today I cut the grass around my little house. The weather was so comfortable, it felt like autumn in Salt Lake City. Almost. I didn't break a sweat, though. Which is great. I like it cool.
You be cool too, dearest. Many many kisses from me, the one who loves you and needs you.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150424
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! Sweetie! And how are you feeling today? There's nothing much going on. Just another mundane day. I took Bat Cat III to the vet this morning. There seems to be something growing on his earlobes. It's been so wet lately, I'm guessing he needs an antifungal shot. At the vet, I saw an interesting poster: the vet now has a dress code! Would you believe that? All male visitors must wear a long sleeved shirt, long pants, and no open toe sandals. Next thing you know, they'll have me wear an ascot and a smoking jacket with pointy yellow shoes! Do I have to make Batty Watty wear a tie for him to get an anti worm shot?
I tried to make a chocolate bar this evening. As you know, I can't find cocoa butter anywhere in this town. So I had to use generic cooking chocolate. Cooking chocolate tastes greasy, and when I heated it up on the double boiler, there seemed to be a lot of grease pooling. I had plenty of powdered milk and powdered malt, so I mixed that in there to the best of my ability. So it does taste better than cooking chocolate, now it's cooling in the cooler. It's not particularly what I want, even though it tastes OK. Where can I find cocoa butter in this town?
Erin, I pray you are taking good care of yourself, maintaining your prayers and staying healthy. Please know that I love you, and I need you.
Hi Erin! Sweetie! And how are you feeling today? There's nothing much going on. Just another mundane day. I took Bat Cat III to the vet this morning. There seems to be something growing on his earlobes. It's been so wet lately, I'm guessing he needs an antifungal shot. At the vet, I saw an interesting poster: the vet now has a dress code! Would you believe that? All male visitors must wear a long sleeved shirt, long pants, and no open toe sandals. Next thing you know, they'll have me wear an ascot and a smoking jacket with pointy yellow shoes! Do I have to make Batty Watty wear a tie for him to get an anti worm shot?
I tried to make a chocolate bar this evening. As you know, I can't find cocoa butter anywhere in this town. So I had to use generic cooking chocolate. Cooking chocolate tastes greasy, and when I heated it up on the double boiler, there seemed to be a lot of grease pooling. I had plenty of powdered milk and powdered malt, so I mixed that in there to the best of my ability. So it does taste better than cooking chocolate, now it's cooling in the cooler. It's not particularly what I want, even though it tastes OK. Where can I find cocoa butter in this town?
Erin, I pray you are taking good care of yourself, maintaining your prayers and staying healthy. Please know that I love you, and I need you.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150423
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.Erin, I saw your video of your Global Citizen Ambassador stage appearance.
I've been practicing house design on the Sims 3 game. Needless to say that it's not a professional architecture program, but it's one that I can relate to since I'm so obtuse at drawing. It will be a while before I have something appropriate to show you. Second Life has superior graphics over Sims 3. You can see the difference when you compare my Sim to my Second Life avatar. Buildings are also superior in quality in Second Life over Sims 3, but that's way beyond both my capability and motivation. When I play Second Life, I just wanna look pretty and dance. Plus you have to buy most things, while in Sims 3 everything is already paid for, including the money. You should play Second Life. Intelligence goes a long way in that game, and perhaps we can meet there and chat in real time. I'm always at MyAnimation.
Whoops! I stand corrected! Bat Cat I and Bob Cat are facing off. The problem is that they are both my friends, so I can't take sides. Damned macho shitheads. It's not as if I'm going to let the females in my house loose so they can get pregnant, but how do you explain that to a cat? I'm just going to have to break up their fights without hurting anyone. What a drag.
Erin, please be a good girl and take good care of yourself. I love you, and I need you.
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