Archive for the ‘The Russian Blue’ Category

In which The Tsarina takes over The Gay Recluse. On your entry tonight, The Tsarina remarks by quoting Henry Miller (1941):  “There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.” [Via reader CBNY.]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. H8 Monday mornings, yall! Srsly — it snowed!? Enough for a snow day? We didn’t think so either.


In which Death Culture at Sea ‘rocks out a lil.’ Listen on Tumblr or download directly from the Death Culture at Sea site. “Retromeme” We all know the kind of people who never seem to leave Sometimes they can help you by affirming your beliefs Never trust a movie star to tell you what you […]


In which Zephyr adjusts to the tides of the universe. Hey everyone, our Feedburner account is getting swallowed up by Google, so if you have any problems with the e-mail subscription or RSS feed, please let us know. We’re terrified of losing you! xoxo, Zephyr/Technical Assistant/The Gay Recluse


In which The Tsarina takes over The Gay Recluse on Christmas Eve. The Tsarina would like to extend her holiday greetings to her fellow Russian Blues, Dante and Zephyr.  (As for human beings, she remains extremely ambivalent.) She notes that she prefers the full sofa to the smaller love seat.


In which The Gay Recluse is taken over by Zephyr. This December is even more stressful that usual, thanks to the economy. Everyone keeps canceling their holiday parties! And so what if you don’t get paid very much or have to work nights and weekends? At least you have a job! Maybe some day the […]


In which Dante takes over The Gay Recluse. 1 Cat +  1 Sunset = The Catset! Friends! Not every cat is a lolcat.


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! The government may be embroiled in scandal, and the legislation you seek may be decades away from the governor’s desk! Obviously these are not good economic times, unless you’re a professional athlete or a high-powered financial executive or really pretty much anything not related […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Aren’t you tired of getting on the subway and listening to two teenage assholes engage in a loud debate about whether it’s “gay” or not to touch shoulders in the kind of “bro-hug” you see on the teevee when a team scores a goal/point/tee-dee? […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends, you can be safe in assuming that we spend more time together than any human couple on the planet! That’s why we rushed out and got our federal civil union license, which gives all couples — gay or straight! — the same rights and […]


In which The Gay Recluse remembers Beatrice, two years later. We don’t have too many photographs of Beatrice; although we owned a camera, it was a particularly trying period of our life, so that we were almost never inspired to memorialize it. (All of these pictures were taken by Stephen.) You can tell that this […]


In which The Gay Recluse loves The Manhattan Times. Hey, so The Manhattan Times wrote a charming (if we say so) piece on The Metropolis Case. If you’ve never read the uptown weekly, you’re missing out (and really, we’re not just saying that!). In this week’s issue alone, there are excellent articles about Andy Linares […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Did you watch the debate last night? Did you not hear the loathsome John McCain utter the usual lie, in which he claims that every cat is a lolcat? Rest assured, we are voting for Barack Obama. Not every cat is a lolcat!


In which the Tsarina exhibits a seraphic aura. Friends…not every cat is a lolcat. (Photo and “seraphic aura” language by CBNY.)


In which Zephyr gets political. Friends! Did you not hear it? In these dire times, we must always remember one thing. Not every cat is a lolcat.


In which Dante hates pigeons and windows. Friends! We are literally confronted by this thing we hate — we would kill it in a second if given even the slightest opportunity! — yet must resign ourselves to our inability to do anything about it. (Also: not every cat is a lolcat.)


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Not every cat is a lolcat!


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Have you forgotten? Not every cat is a lolcat!


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Today it’s off to Pittsburgh for the weekend. Travel is so much fun these days! But at least the sky is clear. We’ll miss the bridge. And Zephyr. And Dante, who would like to remind everyone: not every cat is a lolcat! […]


In which Dante gets tough. Friends. Not every cat is a lolcat.