Tich
Greeting friends and humans. My day usually begins with a big stretch and a yawn. It would be too much to ask that the staff be ready for my awakening of course, and so I must 'fill in' until such time as I can attend to my breakfast. I have made many complaints on the matter but they always seems to fall on deaf ears. The management of this establishment can be appalling at times, and I really do wonder why I bother sometimes.
Humans!
Once breakfast has been attended to and I have seen that wretched butler off with, usually, some well aimed invective about the quality of service, I will proceed to the window sill where I may adjust to the day's conditions. From there I will make my way over the road to my good friend Curly's house. His staff are always in attendance, much more compliant and know how one's needs should be attended to. That is, continually.
A day out with Curly is never dull. I have been sporting a dashing scar across my nose and a puncture wound to my scone since our last outing. I've been told my scar looks quite fetching. Although, I'm not as enthusiastic about the tonsure inflicted by my butler.
The evenings are somewhat problematic. My butler never stays still long enough to get a good leg lean and rub through and when he is convinced to get sedentary on the couch it's never long enough to get a truly comfortable slump going. Of all butlers I get the one who thinks he's discerning about television. I did ask, in a moment of frustration, what it is that he really wanted from life and was answered with some balderdash about being 'merely free from the chains of oppression'. How droll. He must have picked it up from one of those books he reads.
Still, irrespective of the service, it's not a bad life. Often I toy with the idea of letting the humans think for themselves, after the mothership has returned and we've left, that is, but it's only a day dream. Who knows what would become of them if we did?
the butler
When I'm not attending to his Lordship's needs and wants I'm either working at my day job or working on something to do with music. I write and play for myself and a band and help out other projects as a sound engineer. I like to write and myspace is the perfect outlet and allows me to express myself and get gregarious at the same time. The plan is to update this on a regular basis with photos, rambling narratives, video (if I can get it together), and generally blog out, hopefully, having something interesting, if not always substantial, to say to those of you who drop by. I don't mind a chat, though I'm not as talkative as his Lordship when he's hungry.
An alien in a furry spacesuit is Mr Tich.
