Mar 7
Kate Among The Pigeons
So here I was, minding my own business, when I looked at my Sitemeter stats and did a double take. There seemed to be a large spike in traffic. Kate at Small Dead Animals linked to this post on Sunday and some people clicked through on it. Enough people that the poor froggie’s right leg doesn’t appear to be working at the moment. Whoever broke the frog, fess up.
But that isn’t primarily what concerns me. I was going to call this event a “Katealanche” in the tradition of “Instalanche,” etc., but that’s starting to sound cliched. I propose a new word for this all-too-infrequent event.
It will henceforth be knows as a “Kateastrophe.” Get it? It’s like “catastrophe” except that a “catastrophe” means something bad, whereas a “KATEastrophe” means something good. Unless it melts down your server, which would be a catastrophe, I guess.
Best of all, this ties neatly into the screenplay I’m pitching to Hollywood, hopefully in time for next year’s Oscars. Because I am so overdue for one of those puppies.
Here it is: There’s an evil blogger named “Kate” who directs her “Kateastrophes” at other bloggers, who then sit mesmerised watching their hit counters while “Kate” breaks into their houses and steals their most precious objets d’art. Sort of like a catburglar, except of course she would be a “Kateburglar.” Okay, it’s rough, but I was thinking that with the proper casting—I see “Kate” as being played by Halle Berry, and “Me” by, well, me—we could at least practice the sex scenes before the financing falls through.
Off topic, but does anybody know what happened to my favorite painting, the one with Elvis in his white jumpsuit on black velvet? I could have sworn it was hanging on that wall on Saturday.
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Kateastrophe? Try Kateastroke, after all it was an act of sympathy.