More Memoirs

Wow this writing stuff is tough. That last blog seemed to write itself but now it seems I’ve got my first writers block. I hope to get a set of blocks sometime, even Leggo, but that’s years off yet. The biggest problem is having enough words. I’m pretty sound with ‘gu’ and ‘a-goog’ as I mentioned before but when it comes to making sentences I’m not even sure if these are nouns, verbs or whatever else.

I’m hearing a lot of Twitter, my type of word. Mini blogging, only 140 characters or tweets you’ve no idea how good this all sounds to a thirteen week old apprentice blogger. I mean gu and a-goog could be 8 characters if they count the punctuation marks. That’s almost 6% of 140. With perseverance (as advised by the I Ching) I could be the youngest Twitter novelist but I’m too young to be burdened by such ambition.

For now let me just say it as it is. I pay keen attention to what’s up as people keep asking me too. “What’s up Remy?” they say and I’m glad they’ve directed my attention. The sky is fascinating and sometimes so high. There’s usually lights and these are very interesting, some of them dazzlingly so and I have to close my eyes. Pa mummy and me went to Xanadu recently for a big look up adventure. It was the hottest day ever in my long three months of life. Pa insisted we travel only in air conditioned trains. He’s so classy. Xanadu is in the heart of the city and was built by Kubla Khan the chairman of Lend Least or less or lost, oh I don’t know some bi polar name. I can’t imagine what sort of mummy would name it that. Pa thinks Kubla was probably a boat person as his name doesn’t sound protestant like the others in that end of town.

Anyway we were there looking for a birthday present for poppa at Zara. Pa thinks Zara is a boat person from a different kind of boat, not so much because of her name as because he never heard of her before and here she is so flash. He likes a lot of her stuff and says he would buy it if he had more disposable income. Between you and me I think Pa is a bit of a tight ass when it comes to Zara’s line of goods. He’s happy to dine out every day and his appetite for fine food and wine is insatiable but when it comes to clothes he gets all that smelly op-shop stuff and doesn’t even replace his underwear till K-Mart has a special. We got Poppa a nice present but I’m sworn to secrecy and you can trust me. I would never betray a secret. At least until I can speak I’m your best confidant.

Better go now with 2003 characters not counting these that’s more than fourteen maxed out twitters. I’m certainly interested in this. Sounds like child’s play. Just got to get one of those toys the adults are always playing with. Shouldn’t be a problem for one of my wiles.

I love you all

Remy (13 weeks)

Here are some glam pics.