Darryl's Dust Center

Did I spook you?

So, did I scare you? I mean, I haven't been around for a while. Well, the reason for this is I've been awfully busy, with homework and stuff. Yes, us dust people have homework too, and I still have lots more to do. Recently, I've been spending time training Royce. So far, he's learned  to roll over, lay on his back, and ....well...eat.

Erm...I'll work on that some more. I'll talk to you guys a little later

It's Raining real hard today

I must admit, for this update, I'm a bit on edge. You see, where we live, it's raining awfully hard, and I'm scared. It might flood, and I don't want the water coming into the house. Well, it's ok, my owner, or as I like to refer "MY pet" will take care of me if the water gets too high.

Anyway, in cat fashion news, nap time is still holding strong as the most popular activity of cats worldwide. Other areas of interest include watching TV, eating, drinking water, and running around in random directions, chasing...something. I spoke with Darryl and he'll be updating tommorow, ready to go on his little "holiday" for his trip report. I dunno where he is going though. You'll have to wait till tommorow to find out

I think I need to spice this up

I was thinking that perhaps I need to take a holiday. Mind you, not just leave and not post in this blog. I was thinking instead that I would take a holiday and write a trip report. Now, a trip report is when someone does something or goes somewhere new and then explains what the experience was like. Now, I want to do that. I think what I will do is take a trip and do a trip report.

Now, my dust village is great and all, but I can't spend all my time there. I need some variety. Now I've been thinking of some possible places to go. I could visit the Refridgerator. There's great food, sights to see, and the Freezer that a great Dust Valley Ski lodge. I always wanted to try skiing.

Or their is the kitchen counter. There's surfing at the kitchen sink, cupboard climbing, sunbathing near the window, and the sauna by the oven. It's quite a tempting idea.

And of course, there's the entertainment room. You can lounge on a pool table, watch the giant television, or get something nice and cool to drink.

All of these are pretty good ideas, I think. But it leaves me with the trouble of having to decide. I'm sure Royce would enjoy playing in the snow, but  I dunno if I wanna take a full vacation at the fridge.. I mean it would get pretty cold...Still...

It's so hard to choose. But I'll keep you all updated and let you know when I make a choice.

Is being a hero a reliable job?

I've been considering this job as a hero, and I can't help but wonder if it's a viable career options.

I mean, what kind of benefits will this job offer me?

And what about job security? I mean, come on, how long is being a hero a good job? And by that I mean, villains can't last forever, and without villains, what is a hero supposed to do?

The plus sides of being a hero is that if you want to be someone who makes the world a better place, and I'd like to think I'm one of those type of dust people, being a hero is a great job.

But as these are no longer the days of chivalry, and of knights on steeds, so villains can be short on supply, depending on where you live, I guess.

I'm not planning on giving up being a hero, it was just a thought I had

My Debut

 

Today is my first day as guest writer for Darryl. Of course, I will be filling in as writer every Friday...If I feel like waking up. Today is just my introduction piece. I don't plan to get too friendly in this update, as I have a good ten hours of sheduled nap time for today. Right now, I've decided to take a relaxing sit down in my favorite lounging chair. Once I'm done with this update, I'll have some food, maybe get a drink of water, then sleep for...most of the day, I suppose. I have not known Darryl for very long, as I am only two years old. I don't know Darryl's age. My favorite pasttimes are sleeping, running around in random directions for no particular reason, and watching cooking shows. Some of that food looks yummy, doesn't it?

Ok, my eyes are getting sleepy, so I'm done for now, ok?

-Felicia le cat

Lazy Days

Hey everyone, Darryl here. I had a big article planned, but the Felicia decided we should all take a nap, so I've decided I'm gonna be lazy just for today. Besides, I'm pretty sure I've got a few sick days, so I'll just use one of those. Funny thing about cats is that they have a philosophy. Cats believe that all living things and objects in the universe should pile all up on each other and promptly fall asleep. It certainly is a cozy philosophy. Well I'm gonna go get my pillow and blanket and grab a nap. I'll have a better update next time.

The Tale of the Dust Wraith

Hey, it's me Darryl. I thought I'd take a break from keeping you all up to date on all the cutting edge dust news, and share with you an old story my dad used to read to me. It's a bit scary, so you might wanna stop reading if you're spooked easily. I was, but I still loved hearing it at night, when my dad would read it to me before bed. If mom knew, she would never have let dad read me bedtime stories again. Heh... Ahem, anyway, here we go:

Sir Gideon and The Dust Wraith

Sir Gideon was a brave dust warrior, with a sword that shined a bright, beautiful light, and a golden shield that repelled even the fiercest of monsters. There was not a monster that had faced him that could defeat him. Dust dragons, dust minotaurs, lint trolls, they all fell before his heroic courage.

But as the years passed, Sir Gideon became older, and his courageous strength dwindled with each passing year. New heroes came, and went as time went by, but the people never forgot Sir Gideon. His tales of bravery and valor were still told wide and far. Except for one dust person, Sir Gideon himself. He was the only one that had forgotten his bravery. Sir Gideon would often be seen sitting alone, staring at the ground, and mumbling words that could not be understood. Until one day, tales spread from village to neighboring village that a mysterious creature called a Dust Wraith would wander through the dusts forest at night, and attack anyone who was unlucky enough to run into it.

All the current working heroes refused to deal with the Dust Wraith, who soon had the dust villages in a panic. Why was this? Because the only hero who had face the Dust Wraith set out to find it at sunset, and never returned again. Because of this, none of the heroes would agree to take this task appointed by the villagers, and refused to even go out at night. Until now.

Sir Gideon had decided, perhaps by either a return of his courage, or a sudden insanity, that he was going to vanquish the Dust Wraith. He took hold of his golden shield, and his shining sword and set out into the dust forest at sunset, the cheers of many villagers behind him. At night, in the forest, however, he felt uneasy. He was not sure what he was up against, but his sword still shone beautifully through the darkness, and renewed his courage. He then set out, searching the forest for the Dust Wraith.

After two full hours of searching Sir Gideon sat upon the ground, feeling frustrated and foolish. Foolish because the Dust Wraith probably wasn't even real. His courage had been wasted on a joke by those "amateur heroes". With a heavy sigh, Sir Gideon stood slowly, but before he could begin walking back home, his body suddenly froze in place. For, right before him, stood a tall figure, shadowed by a black cloak covered in dust. No face on the creature could be seen, save two gloing blue eyes, as light  mist slowly rolled out of the cloak of the creature. Sir Gideon found himself unable to to move, but with a deep urging inside of himself, he raised up his shining sword. But the unseen thing in that cloak rushed toward him, and knocked the sword from his hand, and at that moment, the sword did not shine again. Sir Gideon felt two powerful hands lash out and grab him by the shoulders, but he saw no hands coming from the sleeves of the cloak. A monstrous, otherworldly his came from within the hood of the cloak, and as Gideon stared into those terrible glowing eyes, he let out a cry and fainted.

The villagers found Sir Gideon outside the forest, laying upon the ground. All of his fur had turned gray, his hair upon his head was standing up, and his face looked as if it had aged by twenty years. Sir Gideon was alive, but was never himself again. The villagers said, that for the remainder of his life in the village, he was seen to be looking around rapidly, trembling in fear and whispering to himself. His legendary sword and shield were never found. Shortly after this, sightings of the Dust Wraith became less and less frequent, until people stopped seeing it altogether. After a year had passed, the villagers were no longer afraid to walk through the dust forest at sunset. Except for Sir Gideon, of course...

Terror in the streets!

This just in from Dust News Channel 13-

Reports of a spider being sighted  near the market district of a local dust town has brought our Dust City, as a whole, into a frenzied panic. Police and thick dust military units were dispatched to investigate and to possibly confirm whether or not a spider was in the city. As of yet, there has been no sign of a spider, but we remind our readers to stay indoors as much as possible until the spider threat is ended. The mayor of Dustville, the dust town where the spider was spotted, had this to say:

" Now Now, I want everyone to calm down.  I won't have my town going all scattershot because of...what was it again? A spider... A SPIDER?! Dear sweet dust, run! bar the doors to my office, blockade the windows! HIDE ME!"

Chilling words from an undoubtedly brave soul, shook to the very core by this nightmare, which we all must face now. No further comment could be reached by the mayor, as he had barricaded himself in his office with his daughter and hidden under his desk. Political correspondants don't believe this will hurt his chances for re-election.

For now, all citizens of our Dustropolis are reminded to keep indoors, and if you must venture out, do not do so alone, and do not venture far away from a safe shelter.  Our admiration goes out to those brave officers who are still investigating the spider case, and our thoughts are with those who are perhaps the most terrified, the residents in Dustville.

A bit of my family history

During the more primitive times of my home's dust heritage, were known to humans as the 1970's. It was during this era that my most famous ancestor had lived. His name was Percevil. Good 'ol Great great great great great great...great great grandpa Percevil. Back in his day, being a "hero" wasn't considered crazy, it was a great career option. And old gramps was no slouch, I'll tell you. Grandpa Percevil was one of the bravest heroes in the land, during his time. I've heard many a tales of him rescuing dust damsels in distress, slaying lint dragons, I heard he even fought a spider... AND WON! Oh sure, I bet you humans aren't so impressed by that, but spiders are much much bigger than us dust people.  Grandpa Percevil became a hero at a young age, and remained one until his retirement in the human year of 1982. I say human year because us dust folk don't keep track of what year it is. We're dust. The way we keep track of something is by saying it's " now" , "long ago", "long long ago" or "even longer ago".  Sure, it's not much, but it works fine for us. Eh, anyway, Grandpappy Percevil's greatest act was said to be the time he rescued the fair Princess Alanna of the Royal Dust family (who lived in the Old Grandfather Clock) from the evil Lint King, whose wicked kingdom resided in an automatic dryer. It was his greatest act because the Lint King was a scourge on the dust people of our land, and also, Princess Alanna would later marry Grandfather Percevil, and she became my great great great (you get the idea) Grandmother. It must have been great to live in those times. I only hope I can one day become a great hero, like my grandfather.

Testing...Testing...1...2...NOOOOOO!!

Well, that test didn't go so well. Anyway, Hi my name is Darryl . I'm a dust person. Oh, you don't know what that is? Well, I'm a person, just like you...except I'm made of dust. Spring cleaning is our worst enemy... Ok, so apparently I'm doing this blog thing..on...an...internet-thingy. You have to understand, I don't know much about computers. When it comes to computers, we dust folk usually spend most of our time under the keys of a keyboard.

So, this is my blog. Do you like me yet?

Fortunately, I will not be facing this job alone. I will, of course, be assisted by my obedient dust puppy, Royce, and a friend of ours named Felicia. Felicia is a persian cat! Isn't that cool?

Well, anyway, we have a lot of work to do before we are fully ready to get this show on the road, but I'll keep you posted