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Feb. 24th, 2014 04:02 am* Rather than repealing the Stand Your Ground Law in Florida, they are moving to expand it. One can only assume Republicans think not enough unarmed black children are being hunted and killed by white people in that state.
* My Mother, who was born during the War, didn't stop saving drippings to reuse until well I moved away, so she was doing this into the '90's. "World War II Magazine Emphasizes Frugality:" http://www.motherearthnews.com/homesteading-and-livestock/world-war-ii-magazine-zbcz1402.aspx
* It actually snowed for real today, by which I mean more than an inch of real sticking snow. I am officially not safe to leave the house until things warm up. I can not see the three crocus buds through the snow. I should have brought the planters in, but by the time I knew there was snow, it was way too late. Our planned emptying of Squirrel's stuff from the old apartment is moved to Wednesday, a closer pinch than I like, and I really need a bunch of things out of upstairs storage, and I'm not sure it's safe to tackle myself. Game was already cancelled for illness, so the inevitable snow cancellation wasn't even a thing.
I have started gearing up on Medieval North Africa again, to get my feet wet for my game in a few weeks, and have been doing that mostly, in between puttering about with boxes of stuff I have nowhere good to stow. I really need to do mail and bills, I know, I know. It's hard to settle in for bills and bureaucracy when the living room is full of half empty boxes.
I am scared for Hector. We are on day five of him spending approximately twenty hours a day caterwauling and refusing to be comforted. He's insisting kibble is not food, and has taken to jumping into the garbage can to forage. He smells of garlic and rotting food. (I know garlic is poisonous to them. Squirrel took out the garbage twice yesterday, and I can't figure out where he is getting it. I am suspecting he hid it somewhere in the course of the particularly violent rampage of the last three days). I can not stop him from breaking in, as the covered kitchen garbage pale is at the old apartment waiting for Squirrel to finish packing so we can do a final clean. Locking it in my bathroom won't work, as it has a cat flap. Locking it in Squirrel's would require him to remember to close his bathroom door, so my attempt to do that had him carrying food out of there and scattering it all over the apartment. Either for the last year, his mental health has been deteriorating or he's showing the early signs of age related dementia. Whichever it is, Mache's death is accelerating the process. I'd take him to the vet tomorrow, but I don't think I will be able to leave the house at all, let alone with a panicky birmin in a carrier. I know this sounds weird, but his facial expressions are wrong.
Update: He finally crashed after goosh time and sleept for several hours before starting up again.
* You know that thing I was saying about how brutal ice skating is on the body? One of the women says, "I had broken five bones in three years, including the bottom of my spine, and I just couldn’t take it anymore." Yeah. "Homeschool, Barfing, and Sequins: 15 Insiders on the World of Figure Skating:" http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/02/15-insiders-dish-on-the-world-of-figure-skating.html
* Random Cognitive dissonance moment: I turned on "Comedy Now!" (A Canadian Stand up show), but it looked eerily like a Criminal Minds before the credit teaser, which it was. I stared at it, watching the unsub turn off a dripping faucet, etc.. Me: It looks like Criminal Minds, but is it a particularly unfunny rapey comedy teaser ala Scary Movie, or is it a Criminal Minds Rerun mislabeled by CTBC?
* This makes me happy: http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com/
* My Mother, who was born during the War, didn't stop saving drippings to reuse until well I moved away, so she was doing this into the '90's. "World War II Magazine Emphasizes Frugality:" http://www.motherearthnews.com/homesteading-and-livestock/world-war-ii-magazine-zbcz1402.aspx
* It actually snowed for real today, by which I mean more than an inch of real sticking snow. I am officially not safe to leave the house until things warm up. I can not see the three crocus buds through the snow. I should have brought the planters in, but by the time I knew there was snow, it was way too late. Our planned emptying of Squirrel's stuff from the old apartment is moved to Wednesday, a closer pinch than I like, and I really need a bunch of things out of upstairs storage, and I'm not sure it's safe to tackle myself. Game was already cancelled for illness, so the inevitable snow cancellation wasn't even a thing.
I have started gearing up on Medieval North Africa again, to get my feet wet for my game in a few weeks, and have been doing that mostly, in between puttering about with boxes of stuff I have nowhere good to stow. I really need to do mail and bills, I know, I know. It's hard to settle in for bills and bureaucracy when the living room is full of half empty boxes.
I am scared for Hector. We are on day five of him spending approximately twenty hours a day caterwauling and refusing to be comforted. He's insisting kibble is not food, and has taken to jumping into the garbage can to forage. He smells of garlic and rotting food. (I know garlic is poisonous to them. Squirrel took out the garbage twice yesterday, and I can't figure out where he is getting it. I am suspecting he hid it somewhere in the course of the particularly violent rampage of the last three days). I can not stop him from breaking in, as the covered kitchen garbage pale is at the old apartment waiting for Squirrel to finish packing so we can do a final clean. Locking it in my bathroom won't work, as it has a cat flap. Locking it in Squirrel's would require him to remember to close his bathroom door, so my attempt to do that had him carrying food out of there and scattering it all over the apartment. Either for the last year, his mental health has been deteriorating or he's showing the early signs of age related dementia. Whichever it is, Mache's death is accelerating the process. I'd take him to the vet tomorrow, but I don't think I will be able to leave the house at all, let alone with a panicky birmin in a carrier. I know this sounds weird, but his facial expressions are wrong.
Update: He finally crashed after goosh time and sleept for several hours before starting up again.
* You know that thing I was saying about how brutal ice skating is on the body? One of the women says, "I had broken five bones in three years, including the bottom of my spine, and I just couldn’t take it anymore." Yeah. "Homeschool, Barfing, and Sequins: 15 Insiders on the World of Figure Skating:" http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/02/15-insiders-dish-on-the-world-of-figure-skating.html
* Random Cognitive dissonance moment: I turned on "Comedy Now!" (A Canadian Stand up show), but it looked eerily like a Criminal Minds before the credit teaser, which it was. I stared at it, watching the unsub turn off a dripping faucet, etc.. Me: It looks like Criminal Minds, but is it a particularly unfunny rapey comedy teaser ala Scary Movie, or is it a Criminal Minds Rerun mislabeled by CTBC?
* This makes me happy: http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com/