HOLY FUCKING SHIT
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imwaldeMY KITTEN THREW HIMSELF OUT A THIRD STORY WINDOW!!!
*hyperventilates*
Ok, so like, today being unseasonably warm, I had my window a bit, maybe 6 inches, and I decided to walk to Einstein Bagels for lunch. The cats usually do like to sit in the window, but I adopted them in October, so there haven't been many days when the window was open. I was gone, dunno, 45 minutes? And when I came back, Moya seemed a bit fretful, and I thought she wanted attention, but when I went into my bedroom, I could see the screen was ripped from the top left corner.
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calendae, that's the suncatcher you gave me long ago...)
Anyhow, I tear up my apartment looking for Pilot and I can't find him anywhere and part of me already knows he's outside, but I check everywhere, and I go down THREE STORIES and there on the ground directly below my window is Pilot, all puffed up, but otherwise ok. Holy shit. Not sure how long he was out, could have been since minutes after I left or minutes before I came back.
Here's the drop:
So, he's fine, he just gave himself a good bath, and he seems totally ok. Frankly, I wish he seemed a little scared or traumatized by the whole thing, like it shaved years off my life, but he is COMPLETELY UNREPENTANT and I know he learned nothing and is going to fling himself out another window before long. *headdesk* I always joked about how this kitten had NO SELF-PRESERVATIONAL INSTINCTS WHATSOEVER and how he would try to get himself locked in the fridge, or fly off a high shelf, or drown himself in the toilet bowl, but now? Ha ha, not so funny.
The little fucker is just fine:
Been a while since I posted. I hope everyone had a nice holiday/new year! I spent it with my parents, and it was pretty nice. The cats did not wreak nearly as much havoc as feared, and I did a lot of Kakuro with my mom, and I watched a lot of Foyle's War with my parents.
Oh, yes, and I've learned to play poker. I wouldn't say I'm good, but I don't actively suck, so I'm happy enough with that. I had a bunch of people over last night to play, and I lost in very annoying ways. Like, it's one thing to just get beat, but one time, I had a flush, and I lost to someone with a higher flush, and one time I had a full house and I lost to someone with a higher full house. Really fucking annoying! Because I played my hands right, it just wasn't meant to be. Grrr. Now that's a conspiracy.
Also, I impulse bought Dead Like Me because the DVDs were twenty bucks at Best Buy, and I'm really digging it so far. God, I love Mandy Patinkin.
It's a sad, pathetic little number, but everyone else is doing it...
1. Fingersmith -- Sarah Waters My first period lesbian thriller. It was pretty cool, it all felt pretty new, like I had never read about these characters before. Entertaining, but I thought the end was a bit weak.
2. The Feminine Mystique -- Betty Friedan Not enjoyable per se, but I'm glad I read it. It's frankly a but hard to imagine that it was necessary, but I suppose that's thanks to this book and a few others like it. "The book that pulled the trigger on history."
3. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime -- Mark Haddon Tiff bought this for me while waiting for Harry Potter to be sold at midnight. It was very well done and funny and sad.
4. Das Parfum -- Patrick Süskind Really, really good. Surprisingly funny and often disturbing.hooveraardvark
*hyperventilates*
Ok, so like, today being unseasonably warm, I had my window a bit, maybe 6 inches, and I decided to walk to Einstein Bagels for lunch. The cats usually do like to sit in the window, but I adopted them in October, so there haven't been many days when the window was open. I was gone, dunno, 45 minutes? And when I came back, Moya seemed a bit fretful, and I thought she wanted attention, but when I went into my bedroom, I could see the screen was ripped from the top left corner.
(Btw,
calendae, that's the suncatcher you gave me long ago...)Anyhow, I tear up my apartment looking for Pilot and I can't find him anywhere and part of me already knows he's outside, but I check everywhere, and I go down THREE STORIES and there on the ground directly below my window is Pilot, all puffed up, but otherwise ok. Holy shit. Not sure how long he was out, could have been since minutes after I left or minutes before I came back.
Here's the drop:
So, he's fine, he just gave himself a good bath, and he seems totally ok. Frankly, I wish he seemed a little scared or traumatized by the whole thing, like it shaved years off my life, but he is COMPLETELY UNREPENTANT and I know he learned nothing and is going to fling himself out another window before long. *headdesk* I always joked about how this kitten had NO SELF-PRESERVATIONAL INSTINCTS WHATSOEVER and how he would try to get himself locked in the fridge, or fly off a high shelf, or drown himself in the toilet bowl, but now? Ha ha, not so funny.
The little fucker is just fine:
Been a while since I posted. I hope everyone had a nice holiday/new year! I spent it with my parents, and it was pretty nice. The cats did not wreak nearly as much havoc as feared, and I did a lot of Kakuro with my mom, and I watched a lot of Foyle's War with my parents.
Oh, yes, and I've learned to play poker. I wouldn't say I'm good, but I don't actively suck, so I'm happy enough with that. I had a bunch of people over last night to play, and I lost in very annoying ways. Like, it's one thing to just get beat, but one time, I had a flush, and I lost to someone with a higher flush, and one time I had a full house and I lost to someone with a higher full house. Really fucking annoying! Because I played my hands right, it just wasn't meant to be. Grrr. Now that's a conspiracy.
Also, I impulse bought Dead Like Me because the DVDs were twenty bucks at Best Buy, and I'm really digging it so far. God, I love Mandy Patinkin.
It's a sad, pathetic little number, but everyone else is doing it...
1. Fingersmith -- Sarah Waters My first period lesbian thriller. It was pretty cool, it all felt pretty new, like I had never read about these characters before. Entertaining, but I thought the end was a bit weak.
2. The Feminine Mystique -- Betty Friedan Not enjoyable per se, but I'm glad I read it. It's frankly a but hard to imagine that it was necessary, but I suppose that's thanks to this book and a few others like it. "The book that pulled the trigger on history."
3. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime -- Mark Haddon Tiff bought this for me while waiting for Harry Potter to be sold at midnight. It was very well done and funny and sad.
4. Das Parfum -- Patrick Süskind Really, really good. Surprisingly funny and often disturbing.
hooveraardvark
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Date: 2007-01-15 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 03:23 am (UTC)Also, Fingersmith may be a thriller and it may reference The Woman in White heavily, but it is so not a gothic novel.
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:24 am (UTC)I wasn't thinking too hard when I said gothic, so I will defer to you, by all means. What should I call it?
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:31 am (UTC)I'd just go with 'thriller' myself; that's certainly accurate enough.
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:39 am (UTC)Ok, thriller it is!
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Date: 2007-01-15 03:35 am (UTC)does pilot still count as a kitten? he looks so big!
i thought some of the humor in perfume translated, but i think the translation has the same problem as the movie (reportedly) has - it sort of smoothes everything over into a more generic, "classy" product than the original. certainly there's some bawdy, clever passages that still work in english . . . but i wouldn't say i was giggling while reading. though i read it while really, really exhausted, which could have affected my reactions as well.
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Date: 2007-01-15 06:31 am (UTC)Glad to hear that some of it translated. It was usually the narrator or the descriptions that were funny, like, the narrator knew how ridiculous this all was, and had his tongue in cheek. That was kind of the vibe.
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Date: 2007-01-15 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 04:46 pm (UTC)The most excitement I've had with my kittens--and I'm knocking on various wooden things as I write this--was when Emma ("Knives") Goldman went on a hunger strike. She was fine, but I spent almost two days on the verge of tears because I was convinced that she would never eat again. (Not nearly as dramatic as jumping out a window, obviously, but it was a rough couple days.)
Also, is Pilot huge? Thurston is getting ENORMOUS. I can no longer pick both cats up at the same time without grunting from the exertion. And Knives is still petite, so it's pretty much all Thurston. No hunger strikes for him!
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Date: 2007-01-15 07:30 pm (UTC)Ha, I've never had to worry about hunger strikes. Pilot is a junk food junkie. Potato chips, garlic bagel chips, whatever, he wants it.
Post pictures of Thurston and Knives! I want to see!
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Date: 2007-01-16 12:20 am (UTC)http://www.flickr.com/photos/sublimation_hour/
I think I unofficially weighed Thurston over a month ago, and if my calculations were correct, he was around seven pounds then--and he's grown since then. I'm not overfeeding my cat, I promise! He's just big-boned and sturdy like a peasant!
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Date: 2007-01-16 02:11 am (UTC)Heh. Moys is "like a peasant" too. Pilot is still unsubstantial.