The first episode of Himalayan Cats with AK-47s and Eating Disorders is now out! Enjoy!
Himalayan Cats with AK-47s and Eating Disorders auditions to be the newest house team at the NYUCK Theater.
Phil: Paul Magbitang
Dan: Dan Blumbriel
Christine: Christine Holt
Kate: Kate DeFeo
Brad: Brad Anderson
Conrad: Phil Casale
Produced by Mark L. Feinsod
Story by Dan Blumbriel, Mark L. Feinsod and Paul Magbitang
Written and directed by Mark L. Feinsod
Camera by Mark L. Feinsod and Deirdre Lorenz
Edited by Mark L. Feinsod
Theme composed and performed by Richard Bennett
© 2012 Dan Blumbriel, Mark L. Feinsod and Paul Magbitang
For more information, please email himalayancatsimprov@gmail.com
This is a camera test I did for a PITtv video that currently has the working title Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation (I’m pretty sure that’ll change). I wanted to make a subject, in this case my cat Oliver, transparent and so shot some footage and repeated it on the timeline at different opacity levels. There’s no audio.
Oliver’s new spring haircut. I got him groomed this past Saturday. He’s much more comfortable, but he does look a little bit silly. Kind of like an uncooked chicken with a giant cat’s head on it.
I call this one the Three Olivers.
Oliver is everywhere. I did this to a friend’s wedding picture as a gag. Some people asked me to do it. Seriously. I swear.
The Weirdest Question I Was Asked This Past Weekend
What are you going to do when Oliver dies?
Kind of a strange thing to bring up, but the query was made with genuine concern for how I’ll handle the inevitable. Still, it’s not something that I like to think about. Especially since Oliver is somewhere between twelve and thirteen years old. And he’s not exactly spry anymore. When I’m somewhere that’s elevated - on the couch or in bed - and he wants to come up to join me, he meows loudly until I pick him up. Every once in a while, he’ll jump up on his own. But that’s not the norm.
Still, at his checkup this past Sunday the vet said that he was in good health for a cat his age. Next year, he’ll need bloodwork and, maybe, a teeth cleaning. But for now, everything’s fine.
But of course, who wants to think about a pet dying? Especially in light of going with my mother this past spring to put Chet to sleep. That was really, really horrible.
Anyway, my answer to the above question was good-natured and yet surprised. What a strange question, I replied. What do you think I’m going to do? Throw a party? Buy a new car to celebrate?
Ha.
Oliver Has to Get a Shot Today
It’s no big deal. Just his yearly rabies shot.
But he has no idea. He’s sitting nearby, content, licking his paws.
He’s going to very unhappy in about three hours. Since I’m only on my first cup of coffee, I can’t think of anything significant to say about ignorance. But it’s in there somewhere.
