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Saturday, July 4th, 2009
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1:32 pm - To a deeeeluxe apartment in the sky
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I'm moved in. And moved out of the old place. It took ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pbchris, theraevyn (both there to load the U-Haul), the_angelus (whom I owe many Kamikazes), budgieinspector (whom I owe loads, and who did a bunch of lifting and carrying), and angelcityblues (who had all the right information in a pinch, and helped me stay upright - I hope I didn't slobber on you), as well as Dr. David Ulick ("Just call me David") and the nurses at the Fast Track of Cedars-Sinai's ER, who shot me full of things, gave me prescriptions for more things, did so quickly and courteously, and forever changed my impression of Emergency Room staff.
The girls couldn't be happier. They have huge, deep windowsills to hang out on, birdies to watch, and a whole apartment to run around in, rather than being cooped up in one tiny room. Charlotte, it's tough to tell when she's unhappy because as long as somebody's there to pet her, she doesn't seem to care about much else. Madeline, on the other hand, has been sprawling everywhere, rather than being huddled up like a surly old woman in a far off corner. She has been way more chatty, way more lovey, and has even instigated a few games of Fetch, something I haven't seen out of her in MONTHS.
Yes, I did wreck myself on Thursday night, and had to go to the ER. My back, as you probably could easily suspect. The staff at Cedars was FUCKING AMAZING in every single aspect, from triage to exit registration. I have never in my life had such an awesome experience in a hospital ER. Never. Also, they shot me up with Dilaudid, and when that gave me a minor local skin reaction, shoved a Benadryl down me as well. Dr. Ulick even laughed at my bad jokes (Him: Dilaudid to see you! Me: Well, Dilaudid to be here!), and *apologized* when I asked for my coffee back and he realized that he had placed it out of my reach during the exam. WTF??? Crazy. Anyway, I was in and out of there in something like 3 hours total, another amazing feat, and they were very pleasant about making sure that I had the right information and paperwork for the financial assistance options. All this despite looking like a complete fucking vagrant: unwashed, smelly, red-eyed from sobbing, and wearing sweatpants that have multiple holes in the crotchal area. (My mother will be ashamed to read/hear about that bit.)
Yesterday we got the rest of the dribs and drabs out, returned the U-Haul (well, The Inspector did), and then hit up Costco and Smart & Final for supplies. I still need to get the green chairs out of angelcityblues' garage, and put together the round table, as well as MUCH unpacking, but I got a good portion of it done, and I have almost everything I need to like like a human.
Now, I'm waiting for my clothes to finish drying so that I can go to work (yes, on the 4th). Wheeeeeee! Plus, I need to eat some breakfast and take some painkillers.
Thanks for all the well-wishes, and cuntishness, thank you for the late-night txts. Your timing was impeccable.
As soon as I can get this place into some semblance of order, I'll be having a small get-together here to celebrate my new gorgeous place.
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| Thursday, July 2nd, 2009
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8:51 am - Took a whole lot of tryin' a-just to get up that hill
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Today is moving day.
I've had about 3 hours of fitful, light sleep. Body refuses to rest anymore. I'm in huge amounts of pain, and probably will be for days. However, I am moving today, and I'm excited for it even if I DO cripple myself in the process.
IF, by chance, you happen to be reading this and feel like flinging a few boxes with me, I will be purchasing beer for all who assist (other beverages will be available as well, if you're not a beer drinker). I could certainly use any and all help (especially those with decent backs, seeing as I'm so lame).
By the end of this afternoon, I will be in my lovely new apartment. I'm REALLY excited about it, to be honest. It's (IMO) gorgeous. Some people really don't care for a view of a city skyline, but my new apartment has one and I am IN LOVE with that. I get to feel like I'm living in a real city, rather than in one giant fucking suburb. This pleases me greatly. There's a pool, and a cool manager, and spotless common areas, and a huge, clean, well-lit laundry room WITH a huge table for folding.
You sweat my studio. However, I will be happy to let you know when there's more apartments available in my building, if you'd like.
Don't take my word for it. Come and see for yourself! Txt me or ring me. I'll definitely be in one place from 1-3pm, waiting for somebody to install some Internets. Otherwise, we'll be back and forth in the U-Haul, although I strongly doubt that it'll take more than one trip. It'll just be long going on either end, due to the lack of bodies. Looks like there'll probably be only the three of us so far.
Housewarming gifts in the form of serious painkillers and/or kitchen utensils (or gift cards to Target, Costco, Smart & Final, or any grocery store) will be gladly accepted, though obviously not expected. This will really be the first MINE place since the fire, and while I've got loads of other Things, basic household things like kitchen utensils and shower curtain and trash bins are things that I lack. So.
In Non-Move News:
Last Monday-week, as I was over by the bus stop, a rather unpleasant gentleman decided to expose himself to me in a rather forceful way, and when his advances were rebuffed, he tossed a rock of some weight (1.5-2 lbs) at me, leaving minor scratches on my hand and a huge question mark above my head. Yes, I filed an incident report with the police, and for the most part, I'm pretty okay with the whole thing. I will admit to being a bit more owl-eyed at the bus stop now, but other than that, I'm pretty okay.
Still working two jobs, and it's still beating the crap out of me. This shouldn't be news to anyone.
We are now selling African Dwarf Frogs at Job #1, and since almost everyone else in the store is a big pussy, I was designated Official Frog Wrangler. Actually, the title is "Eco-Specialist", since the frogs are in habitats called Frog-O-Spheres, and it's a mostly self-sustaining little system in there. They're pretty cool, actually, and I'm pleased to get paid to play with frogs, but I did put in a lot of extra work hours last week, going in after Job #2 every night AND on the evening of my day off to make sure that all of the habitats were put together properly and that everyone was settling into their new homes nicely.
I think that's all the news that's fit to print for now. I'll be shutting down this computer and getting on with the getting moved already. If you wanna come and help, or if you have spare Vicodin or muscle relaxers (yes, I am exhibiting drug-seeking behaviour right now, but I know that I'm going to be almost completely crippled by the end of the day), drop me a txt or call me. I'll be with the_angelus and theraevyn for the first part of the day at least, and with budgieinspector for the latter part of the day and evening. If you don't know how to reach me, reach them and they'll pass along a message.
The next time I post, it will be from my very own internets from my very own apartment. WOOPEEEEEE!
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| Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
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11:58 pm - Peeking out from under my rock
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Working the equivalent of full-time and then some between the two jobs.
The pain, as always, is increasingly bothersome. Sadly, I'm becoming inured to it, and that sucks even more.
All kittens except Violet are in their new homes, and I've heard that she's got herself a potential home.
I mentioned looking for a roommate. Not so much anymore. I have to find a new apartment instead. This breaks my heart, because I love this building, my landlord, and the neighbourhood.
WHO'S AVAILABLE TODAY (Thursday)??? I need to go looking at possible new domiciles, and would love for somebody to come along with me to help out. (Also, The Guy wants me to move to a Safe Place, and being with somebody who knows LA better than I would probably be a good idea.) the_angelus? twistedcat? Anyone? Class?
Sorry I've been off-radar for a bit. I'm still alive, and trying to keep a cool head about it all. Whenever I look at the big picture, however, I get a little paralyzed, so I have to work on little bits at a time.
Well, I'm going to settle in for a little Law & Order. Tomorrow's off, amazingly, and Sunday I'll be with The Guy looking at places in The Valley. I don't have a lot of free time these days, so the best way to reach me is by phone. When I *am* at home, things are in a bit of disarray, and I want to just unwind.
And now I have to go, because Madeline just peed on my bed.
JOY!!!
Best way to reach me is by phone.
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| Thursday, May 28th, 2009
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3:19 pm - And then there were three...
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Kittens, that is.
They all had their first round of shots on Sunday, and two of them (Pink and Kitten Dot Kong) went home with their new family on Monday. Poor Einstein, curmudgeon of the house, actually stood sideways in the door to try to block this person from leaving with two of HIS kittens.
The remaining three, Blue Boy, Violet, and Blue Girl (who remains spoken for) are growing like mad, and have now figured out that they can jump into and out of the bathtub. Nothing is safe in the bathroom now. They're leaping about, chewing on each other's heads, and just having general Growing Kitten fun.
Violet has finally learned how to purr. Took her a while, but she's found the on/off switch. She's not one for being held and snuggled, she gets a bit squirrelly, but she can sit and be petted and purr and purr and purr. Blue Boy is still a sweetheart, and Blue Girl is just getting more and more fabulous all the time.
As for me, well, working loads, hurting constantly, and just generally getting on with life.
My LJ Paid Account is about to expire, in about a week, so there'll be no more voice posts, polls, or photos from me. I simply can't afford to keep it up. Would that I had been able to, I would have gone about getting a lifetime membership back when they were offering them. Really, the saddest bit for me is losing my extra icons. I hate having my expression limited like that.
In any case, it's a rare day off, and there's loads to do (which is just how it goes with days "off"). Have to get my passport photos taken, head to Santa Mo' to return a rented DVD, go to the bank to deposit last week's cheque from Job #2, and somehow find time to clean the catbox and do more laundry in there somewhere as well. Whee.
Sorry I've nto been reading and repsonding as much as I would like. If there's anything you need me to know about, call, txt, or email. I've been hiding from the world a bit, and tomorrow I expect to be cramping like a fiend.
Be good to each other, keep the drama at a low level, and I'll be doing my best to check in a bit more often if I can.
Also, still on the hunt for a roommate. If you know anyone who is in need of a new living space, please contact me or have them do so. I've got until July 1 to get it sorted.
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| Thursday, May 21st, 2009
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10:59 pm - Sing it, bishes!!!
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This Monday, Memorial Day, we celebrate the fifth anniversary of
Ground Control! We won't promise a star-studded gala, or free giveaways
of anything. No bells, whistles or bribes, just us, doing what we've been doing,
kick-ass alternative karaoke, every Monday night. :-)
See you then!
( Who? What? When? Where? How much? )
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| Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
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12:39 am - This is my life
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Last night, despite wanting to go to bed early, I couldn't. Winding down was difficult because there was a LOUD-ASS MOTHERFUCKER outside, sitting in his car, having a romantic altercation while on a cell phone.
For two hours.
I was as tolerant as I could possibly be, but since this shit started at 2am, and was filled with so many f-bombs that I thought I was back in NYC, and the guy wasn't even amusing, just repetitive ("ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???") and lame, I finally ran out of patience and called the police. When I did so, and walked near the window, Operator 656 heard the guy for himself. Half an hour later, they show up, as he's wailing tearful promises to the delicate flower whom he loves, and things suddenly get v. quiet. Thank the FSM. angelcityblues, I forgot you were out of town. I was expecting you to yell out your window at him.
But hey. Whatever. It was 5am before all of this was settled, but that's life in the big city, right?
Kittens.
Speaking of kittens, three out of five have been claimed!!! Only Blue Boy and Purple are left. They're still eating like bear, and some of them are now making it known that they'll be having green eyes. There's always at least one in the "treehouse", and they've also discovered the Fun Game that is the toilet roll, so we've got to keep that in a cabinet. The Insta-Purr has been evident in most of them as well. This morning, when I was getting ready for work, they were in Full Frolic Mode, leaping and crouching and butt-wiggling, attacking random molecules, pouncing on each other and just generally having a blast. Kittens are a spectator sport.
I went to work at Job 2, had 30 minutes off, then went to Job 1 for two whole hours. I'm exhausted. Beyond. And I now get one day off per week. Ah, recession. I would offer you a bite of my ass, but YOU'VE ALREADY EATEN EVERYTHING ELSE!!! Sorry, but I need this ass.
Bluh.
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| Friday, May 15th, 2009
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1:26 am - Kitten update, and a general update regarding me as well.
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First, let's get the me stuff out of the way, because there's not much to tell.
I've been getting settled in at Job #2, and things seem to be going well with that.
I dressed like A Girl TWICE this week, with makeup and a skirt and everything.
Everything hurts, almost constantly.
I had Fig Newtons for dinner.
Now, on to the KITTENS!!!
They have grown to approx. 3 Bites Worth of Kitten, but Blue Boy and Kitten Dot Kong are about 4 bites. They're huge in comparison to the others, who are more skinny and gangly, but learning to control things a little more, so they look less like little fuzzy drunks.
We have a 3-shelf rolly cart thinger on which we store lotions and soaps and things, since theraevyn and I are both obsessed with such things. The kittens have decided that the second tier of that cart is their treehouse. Well, and Kitten Dot Kong can make it all the way up to the top floor, which is pretty exciting stuff for her. Anyway, most times I come in there now, I'll see two or three smidgens sleeping on the 2nd level of the cart.
Sweeping all of the litter and kibble bits that get flung about needs to happen at least once a day. The best part is, they think that Broom is a pretty fun game as well as being just fascinating. They chase the broom, and then back up really quickly when it comes at them again. Especially Pink. She hearts the broom.
I've gotten purrs now from Blue Boy, Blue Girl, and Kitten Dot Kong.
Blue Girl remains her sweet self, just wanting a lap to snuggle and nap on. She has been called dibs upon by a person who has officially had their heart stolen by the wee thing. It will be on a trial basis so it can be determined if the Pre-existing Feline In Residence will tolerate this invasion.
We now have to keep the bathroom door secured with a rubber band, because they are smrt. They have figured out that Doorward is where People emerge. Also, there's Other Stuff out there. The door has gotten open a couple of times, and a skirmish line of marauding kittens has come bounding out to pillage and plunder, paying absolutely ZERO attention to the dog. Also, keeping the door closed means that Einstein won't sneak in there, bathe them all to within an inch of their little lives, and then eat all of the kitten food.
They're doing a good job of feeding, I'll tellya that. Every time I go in, they wake up, peep a little, and then go straight to the foods before coming to me for attention. The litterbox training is going fantastic as well, with very few aim issues this week. Hooray!
They eat like monster and shit like beasts, but when they're not eating, shitting, or sleeping, they play really hard too, and seem to be doing quite well for themselves. Nobody's ostracized, everybody snuggles with everybody else.
Now, I'm gonna have another smoke and probably go to bed, where I'll hopefully get some sleep. Tomorrow, some hotshot from corporate is supposed to be in. Saturday I'm working as well, but Sunday is (blessedly) off. Then it all starts all over again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
But, y'know, kittens.
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| Tuesday, May 12th, 2009
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2:49 am - I don't like Mondays.
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Well, at least I don't like today, which happens to be Monday.
Work wasn't bad, but the first half of it draaaaaaagged.
Everything else, from sunburn to finances, got a bit demoralizing. Like, a lot.
But I saw Star Trek last night with my darlin', and he had multiple geekgasms, and I enjoyed it as well. Woulda been better if my knee hadn't locked up (yet another pain to throw on the pile) at the end of it when I tried to stand up. Grr. But all in all, awesome movie and a v. happy boyfriend, which is always nice.
Am in the midst of sharing music collections with my new boss, and that's loads of fun.
Have discovered that I love Jamocha Yerba Mate tea.
And now it's past my bedtime, and the painkillers are starting to finally do their job.
Stupid sunburn.
Stupid everything else that's bringing me down.
Still, kittens tend to make things much better. A little kitten time in the morning and at night helps things tremendously. Rumour has it that our Kate came over and visited Dems What Lurk In The Bafroom today, and Blue Boy took to her quickly and well. Hooray! Blue Girl is still The Purr Queen. Kitten Dot Kong crawled into The Guy's hat this week-end while it was still on his head, and decided to nap there. Good kittens. Please, people, if you're in the area, don't hesitate to come meet them. We understand if you can't adopt one, we wouldn't let you take one with you now anyway. But after a ratfuck day, it's pretty awesome to have wee smidgens clambering all over you.
Bed now, and hopefully tomorrow will contain less suck. And a MegaMillions win.
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| Monday, May 11th, 2009
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2:42 am - There goes that whole "free time" concept.
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But it's okay. If it means a little more financial security, I'm all for it.
I "officially" start Job #2 tomorrow. Three days a week there, three days a week at the other place. I'll almost be a full time employee again! w00t!
In other news, it's been a long week-end filled with physical pain and not enough sleep. But today was awesome in a lot of different ways.
Still, I hurt like crazy and I now have the first sunburn I've had in YEARS. I've been so careful about the sunblock and the finding shade and everything. I think this may be the first burn I've had since I moved out to L.A. Thank goodness for Dream Cream. They Guy got burnt crispy as well, and he's got a tan line where his apron strap was. Poor guy.
Painkillers have been taken. Email has been checked. Dream Cream has been slathered. I'm going the hell to bed already.
P.S. OMGKITTENS!
P.P.S. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
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| Saturday, May 9th, 2009
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9:13 am - Life sucks for a lot of people. You can help change that a little.
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suburbfabulous reminded his flist of something relatively important yet incredibly simple today. To wit: "I would like to remind my American friends (those of you who have not been deported to, say, Massachusetts or some other foreign country) that today IS the USPS' annual food drive, and if you can read this, you should donate. If you are not an American, but are IN America, it behooves you to share your good fortune."
Seriously. The world sucks for a lot of people in America right now. Unemployment is at an all time high, and people who never thought they'd need to are throwing themselves at food banks, taxing their resources heavily.
Help the world out and create some space in your own cupboards. Put out a bag of food to donate. You know you've got at least one can back there that you bought ages ago with the best of intentions and still haven't used.
Go now. It's such a little thing, but a lot of wee drops can gang up and become a cup that runneth over.
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12:02 am - THE POWER OF CUTE COMPELS YOU!
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The Guy is currently being assaulted with cute from all directions. He hasn't seen them since last week-end, and he seems to be enjoying watching all the climbing and mewing and running.
Blue Boy went tearing across the room with a crinkle toy in his mouth, the first time I've seen one of them do that. King Kong (she's the biggest of the bunch) was merrily chasing after him. He's also decided that he likes to pee in the shower. Definitely a boy.
Blue Girl has decided that all she really wants is a cozy place to sprawl, either a lap or the crook of an arm, whatever's available, and she's been figuring out how this "Purr" thing works as well. She goes absolutely boneless and just has a floppy nap wherever she happens to be.
Purple is still just yelling herself hoarse. She's decided that I'm pretty awesome, I guess, because she's the first one to talk to me and run at me when I enter the room, and she chases after me when I leave. In between, she's either climbing me, perched on my shoulder, or telling me that it's about to happen.
Pink (the runt of the litter) enjoys attention and climbing, as well as kicking everyone else's ass. She's in a fight with King Kong to gain Alpha status, I'm pretty sure. She's also very fastidious about her litter box, and will scratch and scratch until she can find a clean bit. She'll mew about it the whole time, too.
King Kong, as stated before, is having fun trying to be Alpha.
They're all lovies, they all want loads of attention, and they pretty much make my head explode. They're not getting stockier, but they are clearly growing. They wobble around like five little furry drunks, but they're figuring out running, climbing, and leaping from HUGE heights (like, say, from The Guy's knee to the floor). They are all very chatty, which I personally enjoy.
felisdemens and the lovely J. who accompanied her also fell victim to the cute early this morning, before we scarpered off to CJ's for delicious breakfast. She's considering kitten-napping them and smuggling them home on the plane. I told her that although they probably weigh more than 3.5 oz., she's going to have larger issues with Homeland Security and the TSA. She cares not.
Now, however, I feel as though I've been being steadily beaten by a mob of angry bastards, and I only got 3 hours of sleep last night. It's time for snack, painkillers, and then sleep. I have a 13-hour workday tomorrow, between the two jobs.
More updates as we have 'em, and if we can get some photos, I'll post those too. In the meantime, may the Cute be with you (in 4-6 weeks for takeout orders, or available immediately for dine-in).
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| Friday, May 8th, 2009
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6:55 am - Morning haiku
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O, flatulent dog
You are an eye-opener
Rude awakening
Now I just have to decide whether or not to submit it to Cranky Haiku.
Oh, and blame snipeyhead. She's been on a haiku kick. Plus, she won't notice if you blame here here, since she only ever Twitters anymore. HAH!
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| Thursday, May 7th, 2009
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3:20 pm - BIG FAT STINKIN' CRUISE SALE FOR CA RESIDENTS!!!!!
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In case you don't feel like traqnscribing or listening to the voice post, here's the deal.
CABINS ARE GOING FAST!
Leaving on Monday, May 11th (that's this Monday, folks), you can be on the Carnival Paradise for 4 days, stopping at Catalina and having a couple of Fun Days At Sea for the low, low price of $99 for an inside cabin or $129 for an ocean view. With taxes included, you're out the door for $136.68 Inside or $166.68 Ocean view. This is NOT a per night rate. This is for the entire 4 days. All of your food is included. All of your entertainment is included. All you need to pay extra for is booze, souvenirs, and any playing in the casino that you wanna do.
If you're in the southern part of the area, you can leave on Sunday out of San Diego on the Elation for the approximate same price (there's a small difference in port fees and taxes): $146.10 Inside and $176.10 Ocean View.
These prices are per person, based on a two-person occupancy.
CALL RIGHT NOW!!!
David Gonzalez, at Carnival, can be reached at 800.819.3902 Ext. 82529. Tell him I sent ya.
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8:00 am - Kitten update
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They all have collars, mostly of different colours, so the ones that don't have kinda-names yet are just referred to by the colour of their collar.
This morning, Purple Kitten met me at the bathroom door, yelling at me. Followed me to the can, climbed my pants as I was seated, and just let me have it the whole time. Everyone got loved on and said "Good Morning" to, but it wasn't enough for Purple, who then followed me to the door. "Fine," I said. "I'll bring you out."
She was sniffed by the dog, AND sniffed by Einstein (all of these babies are his little Mini-Mes). She perched on my shoulder like a wee parrot. She visited with theraevyn. She was placed back in the bathroom and told to tell her sisters and brother all about her adventure. Sure enough, we heard her tellin' it.
Cut to a couple of minutes ago, I hear N. telling the dog that she's totally fired as Kitten Wrangler, because one of them just walked right out of the bathroom past the dog, totally undeterred by her presence. Sure enough, it was Purple.
It's so fun watching all the personalities develop. It's also amusing to emerge from the shower and find all five of them sitting on top of the toilet staring at you.
Life is pretty rad when there's this much cute in the house.
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| Wednesday, May 6th, 2009
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9:45 pm - Pimpin' budgieinspector's meat
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This is reposted verbatim from his LJ:
Ding-dong / who's that / peek-a-boo / IT'S ON!
Ladies 'n' gents, it's official: I will be slinging my meat around at House of Secrets on Sunday, from 10:00 AM - 4:00 PM, in support of their 50%-off sale.
Why should you care?
Because the barbecue's FREE.
Now, I don't know if we're talking 100% gratis, or free-with-purchase, or what. All I can say is that not only are all the comics and trade paperbacks 50% off, but they're selling their dollar books by the pound. So it might be worth grabbing a stack of cheap-ass comics to give out to trick-or-treaters this Halloween in lieu of candy (from experience, this goes over surprisingly well), and pick yourself up a brisket sandwich in the bargain.
Hell, it's Mother's Day -- bring Mom! You know she's always wanted a 12" fully-articulated Sean-Connery-as-James-Bond doll... isn't about time you gave her twelve inches' worth of Scotsman?
So come on down on Sunday. There'll be brisket, bratwursts, chicken and bbq beans a-waitin'!
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3:13 am - My Tammy Sense is tingling...
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Somewhere, out in this big wide country of ours, some woman is putting her daughter into a pretty scarlet dress and tarting her up with the makeup, so that she may be turned out as a hooker and eventually get out of that nowhere town.
How do I know this?
Because I keep hearing "Fancy" by Reba McEntire in my head. With white trash roots like mine, I sorta can't help knowing these things. My Tammy Sense is, indeed, tingling.
In other music news from my poor noggin, the songs "Jizz In My Pants" and "Puke In My Mouth" have become horribly mashed up, so now I keep hearing "I jizzed in my mouth". Looks like I'm going to have to write a new version of both songs for the West Hollywood set. It'll be all the rage at...um, Rage? They'll play it right after "Retouch My Body". Oh...maybe you've not seen that one yet. Here, let me fetch you a video.
Here ya go.
Stupid brain. Never ever wonder why I don't sleep at night. Shit like this keeps me awake.
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| Tuesday, May 5th, 2009
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5:39 am - Fantastic
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Tonight, I went to GC. I rarely go out to clubs other than GC, and many of you know why: because I hate people. Well, somebody at GC tonight decided to reinforce that hatred, in a totally adorable and "I'm 10 years old" kinda way.
Dear young gothlets AND anyone just cutting their bitch teeth,
I understand when you want to impress somebody. I understand when you want the person you're with to think you're hot shit. The way not to impress that person, however, is to A) say "Try and MAKE ME!" when asked to do something (like get out of the seat you just ganked from under them) and B) to then hiss like a fierce little kitty at them when they disagree with you.
When I heard the first line, I realized that I was dealing with a child. When I saw the second thing, I just giggled. I ask you. Do you really expect to ooo! SCARE people with that? Here's a clue - it doesn't work.
Still giggling at your ineffective tactics,
That Bitch
Then we did the post-game show, where silliness abounded. I came home, and watched kittens chase each other around, get "trapped" in the shower and yell about it (the shower curtain just moved and so they couldn't see anybody else), and climb my (jeans-clad) legs. Kitten breaks RULE.
And then I read my LJ and found that novadrome posted the most awesome thing ever. It's a really well done response to "Jizz In My Pants". Now, that song makes me laugh anyhow, but I'm surprised and pleased that this is so well done, even though the main line is a little played out at this point.
Enjoy!
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| Monday, May 4th, 2009
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12:28 am - There is cute in my bathroom.
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Specifically, this kind of cute:
My roommate rescued these wee snacks (plus another one that isn't in the photo but looks the same as the other four) from the shelter the other day just before they were dropped off. Long story. In any case, we're housing them here until they can get shots and have their reproductive organs made inoperable.
So.
Until then, please come and get some kitten love. They live in the bathroom where they can't do any damage and none of the other pets can get at them.
Keep in mind that in 6-8 weeks, since we cannot keep them, they will need homes. If you can spare any room for an adorable black kitten, please do.
The cuteness. In my bathroom. So rad. Five little Basement Cats, who like to sleep in the trash can.
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| Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
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3:32 am - Hey hypochondriacs!
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Also, paranoiacs, and the OCD-riddled.
If you're gonna freak out about the recent possible pandemic of ZOMFG ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE Flying Manbearpig Flu, you could certainly do worse than this lovely Google Map which is updated on a regular basis and shows the ENTIRE WORLD's confirmed cases, suspected cases, not cases at all, and deaths from this stuff.
Sit down to a nice plate of pulled pork (if you happen to be lucky enough to get some of the Good Stuff, like I am) and hit F5 every three minutes, so that when something changes, you can be one of the first to know.
But for FSM's sake, WASH YOUR FUCKING HANDS.
Thx.
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| Saturday, April 25th, 2009
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5:27 pm - Bea Arthur, dead at 86. RIP.
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Dammit.
Can we please get Betty White into protective custody fucking STAT? Estelle Getty was lost yesterday, and now Bea Arthur today. This is fucked up that there's a Golden curse going on right now.
SAVE BETTY AND RUE, DAMMIT!!! LIKE, NOW!
Rest in peace, Bea. You inspired many of us more than you probably know.
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