George wishes it to be known that he is The Saddest Cat In The Universe™.

Just so you're aware.

Life with me is a pit of suffering, despair, and angst. He's been HOWLING all morning.

Cats.

Tags: cats, feline forces of entropy, george
Current Mood: amused

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...it's the size of the fight in the woman. Kimberly Munley certainly lends credence to the old line about God making men and women, but Sam Colt making them equal. Apparently, she engaged the Fort Hood gunman, shooting him four times and putting him out of the fight. She was shot once, through both legs, but will live.

I don't think that I need to say anything more.

My day was actually going fairly well until Linda phoned me to tell me that she'd just learned her Mother in California had died.

I didn't know my Mother-in-law terribly well, so I'm not nearly as shook up as Linda is. We had been expecting news like this for some time, as Linda's Mom was in really poor health, but she had seemed to be showing slight improvement lately.

So, now begins the mad scramble to get Linda to California to help her Sister deal with all of this. We're still working out exactly when she needs to go, and for how long.

Today, as I was waiting for my Gym buddy tethys123, I saw a girl leaving the gym. She was wearing her bathing suit still, with her towel wrapped around her, carying a bad and her sneakers. She was barefoot - litterally as though she had just gotten out of the pool, grabbed her shit, and left. She just walked out of the building headed towards the parking garage. It was a bit chili out (long sleeves or hoodie temperatures). It was very odd.

I also got a free banana at the gym! I didn't have breakfast, so I needed something after my workout. I went to the little cafe place and grabbed a banana, and took it to the counter. One of the employees came up (behind me, actually), and asked if that was all I was getting. I said yes. He told me not to worry about it :o I thanked him and skipped away to enjoy free fruit. Hooray!

There were some other things, but I forget them now.

My hands smell like chicken :(

Tags: bizarre, random
Current Location: home - study
Current Mood: hungry

I'm watching Fringe.

( Season 1 finale spoiler warning! )

Tags: fringe, television
Current Mood: EEEEEEEE!

She was "quite a handful", apparently, and it took the vet and her assistant, with work gloves and a towel to get her out of the cage and properly sedated. Luckily, nobody got mauled. She has suffered indigniteez; the small of her back is shaved, with an ugly-looking set of stitches on each hip (the vet thinks it was "a big male being stupid", not a coyote or fisher) and she's wearing a plastic cone. She is not a happy cat at the moment. Makes me glad she isn't Jack's size.

She's not supposed to go outside until the cone comes off in ten days. Maybe she and I can start a support group.

Appointment at the gym this afternoon. Am now a temporary resident of the Land of Owie™.

Writing has been a slog. With luck, that will improve.

It's weird to be off again after only two days of work. I think I'm going to enjoy this new schedule. :)

( Depressing stuff that's not all that interesting )

Tags: bordercrossing, gym, owie, schedule, training, work
Current Mood: wistful

The boys in their costumes, just before trick-or-treating!



And our Hallowe'en dinner: Stew-in-a-Pumpkin!




heee!

Tags: cooking, costume, matthieu, samuel

I've been thinking about apocalypses a lot lately. Distressingly, I think I'm fairly ill-equipped to survive one of pretty much any sort. I don't have large stockpiles of canned food, I'm far away from a reliable source of fresh water that isn't my tap, I don't have a bomb shelter or even a basement, and I have no idea where I'd get lamb's blood on short notice. Really, the only thing that I have going for me is that pretty much everyone I know is less equipped for an apocalypse than I am. This means that once they die off, I can go take their stuff.

I think I'd do pretty well as a scavenger. It's not an ideal way to live, but it's a good way to get myself set up while I figure out how to farm. I know the basic principles, obviously, but I have no idea how much I'd have to plant to support myself, or if I need different soils to grow different plants, or anything like that. I figure I can learn all of this stuff from books, but I'll need to go raid a library first, and as long as I'm out scavenging I ought to lay in some other supplies for when I screw up the crops.

It's tempting to forgo the subsistence farming altogether and stick with the scavenging. There's always the risk that other people will have looted the stores first, I suppose, but then I can just go loot those other people. They probably won't appreciate this, but it's a post-apocalyptic world; there's going to be some unpleasantness.

I'm a big fan of my modern conveniences, but when I picture my dream future, I see a deep red sunset over a ruined city skyline. It's a chill autumn day; the leaves are red, matching the sun and the rust that's spreading over all of the collapsing buildings. I have a shelter, but it's rudimentary -- no fancy multi-story house, just something I cobbled together from things lying around.

I don't know why this appeals to me so much. I like society, and have no particular reason to want to see it fall. There's something fascinating about the idea of living in the twilight of your entire race, though, of knowing that for better or worse, you were the culmination of your species. It'll happen to someone eventually; why not me?

Current Mood: cataclysmic
Current Music: Rebecca Loebe -- Stronger