I am totally besotted. I just spent a goodly bite-uh-bit of money at Pet Smart. Good food-gushy food for kittens don't come cheap, especially when the cat in question turns up his little pink nose to Iams Kitten Food. So far, he loves the Organic Salmon and he loves the one that puts Avocado in all of its meals.
Somehow, I don't think he will be a Friskies kinda cat.
He is up to a full can, twice a day, along with Kitten Chow. He is getting pudgy, his fur is now silky soft, and his fur is getting its fuzzy bits back.
His paws are the size of my palm. His tale is so looooong-it is longer then his body, by half.
His energy level is extremely, exceedingly FAST. He does not walk. He RUNS!
he has dark gold spots on his side.
He is still in wonder about the size of the house. He is curious about everything. Open a cabinet, he is there. He has inspected the vaccuum cleaners. He followed the iRoomba around, while TSumo fled. There isn't a spot in the house he hasn't poked that gold and pink nose into, including the African Violets. It seems he has the green fetish, too. We have to watch to make sure he doesn't nibble where he shouldn't. I picked beans this morning. We caught him just as he snagged one from the basket...
He is able to entertaine himself. Mother described some of the games he has invented. He takes his pink sponge ball to the top of the couch, and drops it. It falls to the floor, and he chases it. He sets the same ball on top of the merry-go-round and expects it to go like the ball inside. He does what I ask-most of the time.
He is a good, smart little cat. Now, if we could just get him to stop chasing TSumo....

The trolls over here are just having so much fun. I was having fun too, but now I think they're reduced to the expressions of 5-year-olds.

So friends, what do you vote?

Poll #1226382 Ban the trolls?
Open to: Friends, detailed results viewable to: All

Ban mojo_iv?

Ban gynocide?

Ban badgerphone?

 Not unemployed as yet, but I'll be looking for a new job this week. I can no longer respect the management (even slightly) at my work.

I guess he didn't feel it was sufficient to talk about his girlie-friend in his OWN journal...

Please feel free to use your favorite macros :)

Scottish Festival: Good Idea
Scottish Festival when it's over 90 degrees in the shade: Not Such a Good Idea

Still, saw some familiar faces, including friends from Gaeilge class. Tried to turn them over to the Gàidhlig dark side. Hey, tjuice, where art thou? We looked and did not find you.

I know it's been forever. Life's been (and continues to be) pretty frakking crazy. Suffice it to say I don't have a lot of extra time right now - and when I do, being online is not always top of the to do list. One of these days I'll get my shit together and give you guys a real update. Until then, this is my random rant at the universe.

Is it just me or is everyone getting married and having babies? Even Sulu. And while that's super cute - I'm not getting married and I am NOT having babies. So go ahead universe - I will galdly smile along with every friend, mentor, boss, sibling and celebrity who sings the praises of love. Just remember - this is the theme song I'm singing while not drinking the water.

( as Natasha Bedingfield said )

Today and tomorrow only.

It's a musical! It's a horror movie! It's a happening! It's hilarious!
http://drhorrible.com/plan.html

Two composite pictures 'stitched' together from component images for you today:





The full-sized versions are here. And yes, I know the seaming in the second one is a little more visible than optimal. I'll probably go back and touch it up in the morning.

I know many of you know about my love for Bettie Page, Vampira, Elvira, Little Nell Campbell, and a couple of others who would count as being 'List' material. Let me give you a peek at some of the ladies who are on the current 'List':

- Kat Von D
- Johanna Angel (to be truthful, most any of the Burning Angel/Suicide Girls models that look like they have had a decent meal recently)
- Patricia Day of The Horrorpops

This post has been inspired by THESE PICS posted by my friend evb from last Wednesday's Warped Tour stop here in the Baltimore/DC area. I really should have budgeted the cash to join her there, all I'm going to say.

And Vassie wont let me and told me I had to share. Sharing is good right? XD




Look at this image http://bp2.blogger.com/_pG1RoKRCf78/SGBRskFqsZI/AAAAAAAABEQ/2_g13amfhBQ/s1600-h/52587_lg+%282%29+chick+%282%29.jpg

Looks just like a certain ex of mine if he had thick dark hair doesn't it?







Think about it.







Wait for it.







Know where I just found it?






http://menwholooklikeoldlesbians.blogspot.com



I'm dying with laughter here. So if he walks into a room and I start to snicker and teeeeeeheeheeheeeee, it's because I thought of this. Endless amusement.

He's fine.

Fucker finally called me.

He's at our friend's house, playing fucking Rock Band.


He has no idea how worried I was. But Z does....

I'm going to kick A's fucking ass.

it came up in conversation with iambliss that i find myself mispleased with having any of my current icons as a default icon. having it be a pic of my face all the time seems egotistical of me, as as those i like to think of as friends would be the ones seeing this, why would i want to subject them to that sight more than needed?

at the same time, having it be a southpark rendering of myself or an adhd-bunny seem a bit tired and self-dismissive/belittling, and i've been told by those i respect that i do enough of that already, too.

the rest of the ones i have are more topic or situationally specific, so, where does that leave me?


it got me thinking of what _is_ 'me-ish,' what kind of things could folk see on a 100x100 square on their friends page and think, "oh, that's _him_"...


- words,

- stories,

- making/fixing things,

- law/ocd-ish/propriety(of certain things)...



what else would you put?


what would others put?


and do you make icons?



all input is appreciated. particularly good, made icon will win some sort of prize to be determined later. remember, i do make stuff.

Still no word.
















I'm fucking worried. I feel sick.

If you can not do at thing in grace and beauty then why do it at all,
esp if your thoughts and actions will mar and take from the grace and beauty of it and the grace and beauty that others bring.

I ran away this afternoon. Haven't done that in ages. Need to remember to do it more often.

Took out a Laser and just sailed by myself. I had the mobile, so, I wasn't thoroughly irresponsible... but it was a good thing. I'm a bit crispity about the edges, but it's a good crispity. It's been a long time since I just went out by myself for a few hours. Must remember to do that some more while the weather allows.

*ring*

"Hey you, what's up?"

"You're gonna want to go home"

"What?"

"I totaled my car"

"Are you ok?!?"

"No. *strangled laugh,could be crying* I'll call you later. Bye."

*hangup*

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Where the fuck is he? I need to see him breathing. Fuck.

Johnnie James Davis and Doris Belle Blaydoe were united in marriage in Birmingham, Alabama. 

Why the former beauty contest winner consented to marry a man of little means and plain looks has always escaped me, except that  . . . he was in the Navy, and could get her OUT of Birmingham, Alabama.

Had they lived, he'd be 84 and she would be 83.  Given that his grandmother lived to be 97 and his sister's still kickin' at 87 as of next month, he had a good chance, but like his father (dead at 46) and his father's father (dead at 47), his heart gave out on him at age 65.  Mind you his first heart attack was at 42.  They just had better treatment by then.

For all of that, my first (and I hope, only) heart attack was at age 43, and I worked through it, and didn't find out it was a heart attack till three months later.  When they did a complete cardiovascular scan last year (I was 53) for my back surgery, there was no evidence of blocking or narrowing anywhere, and only the bulge in my ascending aorta, which has been stable for four years.  Good times!

Mother left us in 1967, at age 42.  I found out earlier this year that she'd suspected there was something wrong since 1963, but didn't go to the doctor, because she didn't want to find out that there was something actually wrong.

They left me with their love of books and learning, for which I love them most of the time and curse them when I have to move.  He taught me to question assumptions and authority, then got P.O.'d when I questioned him.  I got my love of military history and shooting from him.   I got my interest in other cultures and travel from her, and my love of music (he listed to nothing but Country and Western, which I loathe to this day) from her.  She taught me to appreciate everything from Wagner to Sousa, Classics to Dixieland Jazz. I learned to cook in self-defense, because neither of them was very good at it.

Thanks, Mom and Dad,

I miss you.