Dragon Hoard

by The Kat on July 27, 2009

in Big Shooz™, Media, Mirror Down the Hall™, Trim™

Hi, I hope you had a great weekend. Mine has been very productive, yet relaxing. Whenever I accomplish some things that I set out to do, I can relax a bit knowing that I’m making progress toward my goals.

I thought I’d take a moment to share some of those and say thanks for your visits to The Tao of Kat™. Readers and listeners continue to find me and I am deeply appreciative of your time and feedback.

However, some find me highly irreverent, snarky, smarmy, sarcastic, sacrilegious, blasphemous, grouchy, grumpy, foul-mouthed, politically incorrect and opinionated. Those are the good points. If you feel that I’m a fire-breathing dragon as opposed to a breath of fresh air, then you just may miss this tiny pile of gold I’m guarding. Slay me or riddle me, but try to take the gold, at least. Don’t bore me to death. By the way, those of you calling me a hoardmonger will be eaten first.

There’s gold in them thar hills! With pickax and shovel I’m down here, alone, mining the mother lode. Occasionally, I find a nugget or gemstone and a stray adventurous Hobbit or two (yummy). Mostly, it’s just rock, hot foul air and a potential gas explosion. The Kat ate the canary long ago. *burp*

If my face is sooty, grimy and grimacing in pain from time to time, then cut me a little slack and stand back. For on the very next swing, I may uncover a beauty. Otherwise, this whole mountain is coming down.

I’m in pre-production on three different podcasts besides my own. In the days ahead, I intend to bring you three different conversations with three different ladies and you’ll, hopefully, be able to find a gem or two within each one to hold up to the light.

Now, I do my own website. Can’t you tell? It’s Wordpress and relatively easy. Best of all, it’s free! Free is me, I always say. Okay, nothing is free and donations help these cool coders keep sharing the programming love. Thank you!

I’m not a coder or tech geek. I’m a poor dude who refuses to pay someone for something I can do on my own. So, The Tao of Kat™ may not be the prettiest portal on the world wide web, but for the price, you can’t beat it. If and when I have thousands of visitors and making some serious moolah on this labor of love, then I’ll consider fancying up the package. Till then, you get gruel and you’ll like it.

I believe that form follows function. If something is functional, then it is beautiful. I would rather wield an old shovel with a solid oak handle than stand all day beside a shiny new D-9 Caterpillar dozer with a dead battery. Naturally, it would be nice to have a working D-9, depending upon the job.

A similar analogy is that I would rather date a double-chinned troll who is brilliant, witty, articulate and funny than a vapid, vacuous supermodel. However, if you can perform brain and personality transplants, then give me a call. Just make sure you put the troll brain in the supermodel’s body. Till that Frankensteinian eureka moment occurs, I’ll remain single. Call me shallow, but I want it all . . . again.

I’ve heard some people say that light text on a dark background is hard on the eyes. Guess what? Five hours a day on Facebook (dark text on a light background) is also going to be hard on the eyes. Twelve hours straight of video poker, Donkey Kong or Halo3 will rot your brain. Turn your computer off and go outside. Trust me, if I go blind, anytime soon, it won’t be from staring at my monitor (see troll comment, above).

Here’s a tip: If you find something you like reading and the web designer hasn’t made it to your liking, then copy and paste it into your favorite text editor and voila, no more eye strain. Why let a little aesthetics keep you from reading something you enjoy? And if you don’t enjoy it, then don’t complain, just click away. Oh, yeah, listen to the podcast version (where applicable) and stop reading along with the script with your lips moving. Doh!

Life is short. Keep moving or moss will grow in the crack of your ass. I mean no offense to Kate Moss by that last snarky comment. I do mean to offend the fat crack of your ass. Try jogging, for Christ sake, or stop wearing those short tops and Lycra leggings. People can’t stop staring at horrible accidents, either, but that doesn’t mean they’re pretty. Hey, I don’t remove my shirt in public. I’m looking out for you, really.

If I need to keep running PC disclaimers, cautioning readers and listeners about my language or Katitude™, hugging those who’ve been horribly offended or reaching out to hold the hooves of the bewildebeests to help lead them through my jungle, then I’m no longer a Kat and I’m going to piss off the rest of my pack. My pack. You know who you are. If you have a doubt, then you’re not in my pack.

Kats roar. We snarl. I bite. You don’t have to like Kats. It’s okay. I sleep very well at night knowing that not every creature likes me. I’m well fed and have plenty of territory to roam as I please. I don’t need anyone who doesn’t enjoy my night to come stumbling through and awaken the cackling cockatiels. Damn birds.

As to the podcasts I mentioned, I’m co-hosting a new show called Mirror Down the Hall™ with Laurie Daven. You can go to that page and read about it, if you wish. Go ahead, be a voyeur. You know you want to. Peer into the Mirror Down the Hall™. Laurie and I will be exploring what it’s like to look into the mirror of each other and sharing it with you.

As with any part of my site, some of it is still under construction. Pardon my dust. I don’t believe in doing the whole site offline, till I get it right, whatever that means, then flipping the switch on. I slap this shit up here whenever I get a thought. If I don’t like it, later, I’ll take it down, edit it out or pretend it didn’t happen.

If I waited till I was perfect to show up in the world, then I would never accomplish anything. This is it. This is what you get. If you get that I’m living my life for me, first, then we’ll get along nicely.

“If you wait till you get all your ducks lined up, then you’ll never get out of the pond.” – The Kat

Jennifer Quinlan and I are picking up where we left off 14 years ago in our new online version of Jennifer & The Kat™. We always wanted to do a morning radio show, but not in the morning. Who the hell wants to get up at 4 am? That’s when I’m going to sleep, usually.

Another show I’m doing is with Lady Di. No, not that Di. No offense intended toward the British Royal Family, but many other ladies named Di live in our world. This lady is living well and jet-setting around the world . . . trying to elude her many suitors (oh, she is so going to kill me). We intend to bring you stories of her adventures, photos from exotic locations and her well-traveled perspective on what to see in the world and why. Sound fun? Join us, won’t you? We haven’t decided on a name for the show, yet, but for now, let’s just call it Di & The Kat.

I’ll be working into the wee hours o’er the days ahead, launching all of these projects, so you may enjoy them at your leisure. Within two weeks, I should have podcasts available from each of these lovely ladies that cover everything from friendships, relationships, humor, spirituality, silliness, plus transformative and empowering discussions that are fun, funny and fulfilling.

As if all this isn’t enough, I’m putting the final touches on a full-length feature screenplay, which I am also writing as a book. Depending upon my efforts to pitch this to the film and literary worlds and their many players, I will share some of it, perhaps, at a much later date. A little mystery is always a good thing. Of course, if you’re an agent or serious Hollyweird player, then look me up and hook me up.

Hopefully, you’ll always find something of interest on The Tao of Kat™ to enjoy and share with your friends. Please do. It is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks, again, for your time and interest. Take care and have a great week!

Ciao,

The Kat

Excerpts from Previous Posts

If it’s proven that cigarette smoking kills, then why do you tolerate it? You would object if someone on the street corner held a loaded gun to your head and pulled the trigger.  
 The Kat
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