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    Sunday, August 31st, 2014
    10:01 pm
    Quotes, Tearing Down New Hairstyles Edition
    We’re safer than we have been in decades, in every way. To arrest mothers for allowing their kids to walk to school or play in the park is crazy in every way! But if it bleeds, it leads. And there’s no controlling a free press, even if that free press is crazy.
    -- J R in WV, Balloon Juice, comments

    Ayn Rand and Mickey Mouse.
    One is a silly character whose scatterbrained screwiness attracts immature juvenile minds that are too infantile to grasp an adult conception of the world. The other is a cartoon.
    -- mortimer2000, Alicublog, comments

    [A]nyone believing that jaywalking, or dissing a cop, or even petty theft warrants summary execution in the middle of the street has got a serious thinking disorder. Period.
    -- Montag2, Alicublog, comments

    Hark! I hear the gentle weeping of statisticians carried on the evening breeze.
    -- The Grouchybeast, Respectful Insolence, comments

    This girl is the best thing since food.
    -- former Negro League pitcher Mamie “Peanut” Johnson, on Mo’Ne Davis, quoted in the NY Daily News

    And watch out for that tree, Shmuley!Collapse )

    Current Mood: meh
    8:35 pm
    I have to cut down on YouTube
    I love the show FBI Files, even though it's so corny, I shit undigested kernels for a week. Somehow, the stilted, obviously read off a teleprompter introductions by "former head of the New York's FBI Field Office" Jim Kallstrom amuse me.

    Current Mood: amused
    12:31 am
    I now no longer have any telephone set that will dial out
    And I just had to clean up scungy water off the floor from my glass container with bamboo stalks and rocks in it.

    Izzy and I really have to have a chat about his penchant for spilling things on the floor.

    Current Mood: annoyed
    Friday, August 29th, 2014
    1:06 pm
    But he's so sweet and lovey and cute!
    Izzy is totally the reason why I can't have nice things. The day before yesterday I felt like I was in some kind of malign, kitten-driven version of The 12 Days of Christmas, except what he gave me was a broken water glass, water all over the floor, a waterlogged telephone, glass in my foot, and blood all over the floor.

    Current Mood: tired
    Monday, August 25th, 2014
    10:44 am
    How to Make Chicken Soup, Plus Kitten
    You will need:

    1 kg chicken pieces (I like skin-on, boneless breasts)
    1 large onion
    2 large carrots
    2 stalks celery
    2 bay leaves
    4 cloves garlic, peeled and minced
    1 handful minced parsley
    1 handful chopped dill
    1 tbsp deli mustard
    2 tbsp white vinegar

    1 overly-clingy kitten

    1. Buy the ingredients.
    2. Put the grocery bags containing the ingredients in a high place where the kitten can’t get at them.
    3. Rescue a fragment of an entirely other forgotten grocery bag out of the kitten’s mouth.
    4. Get nervous about cleaning the litter box, vet bills, and the phrase “garbage gastritis” all at the same time.
    5. Open the package of chicken pieces.
    6. Shoo the kitten off the lid of the kitchen garbage as his nose appears over the edge of the counter.
    7. Skin and de-fat the chicken pieces.
    8. Repeat step 6 as required.
    9. Put the chicken pieces in a large pot, and fill with water, and put it on high on the burner.
    10. Dissuade the kitten from trying to jump onto the stove.
    11. Add the garlic, parsley, dill, bay leaves, mustard, and vinegar.
    12. Rescue the chicken package from the kitten and put it away where the kitten can’t get it.
    13. Chop the celery, onion, and carrot.
    14. Add the celery, onion, and carrot.
    15. Do not trip on the kitten on your way from the counter to the stove with the cutting board.
    16. Simmer soup until the broth is rich and the chicken and vegetables are finished.
    17. Finish with salt and freshly ground pepper, and serve.
    18. Remove the kitten from the dining table before he drinks all the soup broth.

    Current Mood: amused
    Sunday, August 24th, 2014
    11:13 pm
    Quotes, Oh Say Can You Shalom Edition
    One of the great fruits of the totally wasteful and spendthrift statist Apollo program is the devices we’re using, right now, to bemoan wasteful and spendthrift statist programs that are how eggheads make a living, since they can’t do anything useful, like roll coal or establish Galt’s Gulch.
    -- Villago Delenda Est, Balloon Juice, comments

    Ein volk, ein Reich, Ayn Rand!
    -- calling all toasters, Alicublog, comments

    "Is there a doctor is the house?”
    “Why yes, is there a Navier-Stokes equation you need solved?”
    -- Windriven, Science-Based Medicine, comments

    I am surprised to find that my iPhone is able to give me directions to Cariadoc’s Path and Fletcher Road, an intersection that only exists two weeks out of the year. It’s like finding Brigadoon on GPS.
    -- Emily Guendelsberger, “Reports from a medieval war,” Philadelphia Citypaper

    My Lords forgive me, if I say that I did not expect 120 years after the Dreyfus Case and 70 years after the Holocaust, that the cry of "Death to the Jews" would be heard again in the streets of France and Germany.
    -- Lord Rabbi Sacks, in the British House of Lords last week, quoted in the Times of Israel

    Who'd ya say shalom?Collapse )

    Current Mood: awake
    6:18 pm
    My life is a Joan Jett song
    So there's this guy who has been flirting with me on Facebook, and we've been chatting back and forth to probably deleterious effect on what remains of my moral character (ha ha). He's very funny, very quick, smart, educated (PhD in Religious Studies, did his thesis on Rav Kook), and works as a technical writer, so we can actually talk shop, which we do quite often. We have a lot in common. We've talked about money. We're wicked compatible.






    He's (more or less) Orthodox Jewish and lives in Israel.

    I've been like thisclose to booking another trip over there because of him. Hell if I know. The inside of my head is a weird place.

    Current Mood: annoyed and kind of horny
    Monday, August 18th, 2014
    10:29 pm
    Another dispatch from the Land of Annoying Health Problems
    Now I have conjunctivitis.

    Fortunately, since it is making my eye water and blur like crazy, it's in the eye I really can't see worth a damn out of anyway. If it moves into the other eye, I'm going to be off work until I can see again.

    Current Mood: annoyed
    Thursday, August 7th, 2014
    5:42 pm
    Quotes, Tired, Tired Again Edition
    I’m hopeless. There’s this sign outside my house, visible and legible only to cats that reads, “Sucker lives here.” My most recent decent into markdom was about a year ago when I was carrying in groceries. A young tom about six months old walks up to me and I say “hi.” He just walks into the house ahead of me and starts looking around. The other cats are too shocked by the presence of an intruder to make an immediate fuss. I pick the guy up and carry him to the end of the driveway. He doesn’t even fidget. He’s obviously been socialized by someone. I set him down and start walking back to the house. He beats me to the door and when I step in, he’s got his face in a food bowl. My other cats are looking at me wondering why I’ve allowed the antichrist into the house. I repeat the process of carrying him to the end of driveway, but he beats me to the house again and is already eating when I get there. I realized that I’m very likely already doomed. I ask around and he doesn’t belong to anyone, but was a kitten that was born about two doors down and living under their house until recently. It looks like I’m all the guy’s got and I know I’m doomed now.
    -- David Hunt, Balloon Juice, comments

    [W]e have real-world evidence to show that even when the minimum wage is reduced to zero, employers still wind up doing things like fucking the help and selling off the resulting children.
    -- BigHank53, Alicublog, comments

    Money can’t buy you more time, but it can spare you from having to spend time on things you don’t want.
    -- WilliamLawrenceUtridge, Science-Based Medicine, comments

    The incredible versatility of Joyce’s style has a monotonous and hypnotic effect. Nothing comes to meet the reader, everything turns away from him, leaving him gaping after it.
    -- Carl Jung, review of Ulysses by James Joyce, Europäische Revue, quoted at Letters of Note

    I have been a man of compromise all my life. But even a man of compromise
    cannot approach Hamas and say: "Maybe we meet halfway and Israel only exists on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays."
    -- Israeli peace faction leader Amos Oz, quoted in The Atlantic

    I'm still figuring this kitten stuff out.Collapse )

    Current Mood: sleepy
    Wednesday, August 6th, 2014
    5:02 pm
    This is what happens when quacks with high TimeCube ratings argue
    collective-evolution.com

    "Quiet Antoon" sort of needs to become a thing.

    Current Mood: amused
    Sunday, August 3rd, 2014
    8:40 pm
    This bodes ill considering my natural slobbiness
    Apparently Izzy is a gatritis case looking for a place to happen, because as far as he's concerned, people food -- pretty much any people food, including the peach I was eating earlier, lentil soup, and the vinegar-salt-water brine on the sliced cucumbers -- is really, really tasty.

    Current Mood: amused
    6:00 pm
    Meet the Izzy!

    "Aren't I cute?"


    He loves his "fishing rod." A human doen't even have to drive it.

    Current Mood: happy
    Saturday, August 2nd, 2014
    9:49 pm
    An Impulsive Decision, and Purloined Water is Still Tastier, Apparently
    I was out on my usual Friday-evening food and DVD-at-goddessjenn's house last night (we watched Zorro: The Gay Blade) with GJ, blastedheath, Ed the Bus Driver, and just I wandered into the pet store near the Bulk Barn we frequent. They had some shelter kittens there, and I got friendly with this 13 week old pure white sweetie (neutered male) with huge ears and enormous blue eyes.

    Fast forward a bit, and I now have a kitten bouncing around the house, confounding Gypsy slightly, and generally being a kitten. I've never had a kitten before.

    The name he had in the pet store was Prince, but I don't like that. A friend suggested I name him Israel because he's white and blue. GJ's husband thought I should name him Isaac. It looks like he might become an "Izzy" either way. I was vaguely thinking about naming him Solomon (an upgrade!) until I remembered that my friend catseatdogs has a huge fluffy orange tabby named Solomon. I'm also vaguely considering naming him Rashi, because I have a soft spot for his story and the script named after him, and some interesting positive emotional connections to the name.

    Apparently the woman in the store vouched for me to the rescue organization by saying, "I've found the perfect home for Prince!" He does seem to be enjoying it here; he's barely stopped purring since he got here, and he purrs like mad whenever I touch him. Is it normal for a 13 week old kitten to have a huge rumble of a purr? I thought kittens mostly buzzed until they got to be about six months old or so. On the other hand, going by his ears, paws, and tail, he's going to be big when he finishes growing.

    He seems to have a body like George's, but a personality like Nero's. He's long and skinny, but also super outgoing, gregarious, and social. He does like to cuddle a lot, and he's kissy, which is different from any of my other cats. About an hour ago he stuck his pointy little muzzle way down into my water glass and drank a substantial amount of my water (there are two water dishes in the house, and I know he knows where both of them are, and they're both filled with Brita filtered water -- yeah, I am that woman). Because purloined water is tastier. :)

    Pics to follow, when I get some decent light and figure out if I still know my Flickr login.

    Current Mood: happy
    Thursday, July 31st, 2014
    3:20 pm
    George, Possibly TMI
    George and I used to go for walks. I could literally more or less lead him around the neighbourhood, and he'd come with me, which sort of consisted of me walking on the sidewalk and him sort of wandering around in my wake doing cat things, and then motoring up to me (usually with his trademark "vrrt!" sound, which I think was sort of his way of trying to say "vroom!") when I got too far ahead.

    Gypsy was far fonder of George than he was of her, but they still had their moments, most notably when one or other of them would curl up next to the other and the other would put a paw around them. It was very sweet, and I liked my black/white-tortoiseshell yin-yang of cat.

    It was very hard to see him lying there on the ground in stalking posture but tipped sideways, with his eyes half-opened and his right paw sticking out in front. Flies had found him; there were a whole bunch on him. I hate flies. I hate maggots even worse. I know decomposition is natural and everything, but it's very hard to see flies swarming over your little walking buddy who used to sleep on your foot (or curled up around your left arm) sometimes.

    He didn't smell very good, and his abdomen seemed swollen. I will probably never forget that smell. I picked him up, which I sort of did and sort of didn't want to do. He was my little buddy and needed to be moved somewhere respectful, but it's horrible to pick up a dead animal. He was warm from the ambient temperature, but totally stiff. Getting him into the lawn bag was very difficult and required my neighbour's help.

    I can't stop thinking about those fucking flies.

    Current Mood: sad
    Wednesday, July 30th, 2014
    1:38 pm
    Just Kitty Things
    I woke up in the middle of the night last night with Gypsy absolutely smushed to my front (I sleep on my side, and she lies on her side with her paws up against my chest), and dead asleep. I don't remember falling asleep like that.

    Current Mood: blah
    Monday, July 28th, 2014
    8:33 pm
    Quotes, Lovable Rogue Edition
    If the oligarchs want it, that probably means it should be protested.
    -- JGabriel, Balloon Juice, comments

    The modern American corporation's motto is: "Fuck everybody."
    -- montag2, Alicublog, comments

    Israelis aren’t just Jews who happen to live in a different country. Israelis have a no-nonsense, in-your-face character that would make even the most brazen New Yorker shudder. Israelis shout, argue and speak their minds—good qualities when you live in a pressure-cooker country like Israel, but shocking to a polite Midwesterner like me. Nor do Israelis apologize. Ever. Because to apologize is to admit you’re vulnerable—and no one wants to be vulnerable in the Middle East.

    On my first visit to the Induction Center, I received my dog tags and noticed that my last name, instead of “Chasnoff,” had been engraved “Shitznitz”. “You misspelled my name!” I cried out to the soldier making the dog tags.

    “So don’t die,” he said.

    Welcome to the Israeli Army.
    -- Joel Chasnoff, "This is why Americans go fight in the Israeli army," The Washington Post

    That's the problem with running a race to the bottom. Eventually you get to, you know, the bottom.
    -- Major Kong, Gin and Tacos, comments

    Twelve Angry Men is just so much better a movie prospect than, say, One Mildly Irritated Examining Magistrate...
    -- Nigel, Obsidian Wings, comments

    And like the Lone Ranger, he had a fan club...Collapse )

    Current Mood: depressed
    1:21 pm
    Funerary arrangements
    I've made arrangements with my mom and the vet's to have George cremated, which honestly wouldn't be my first choice, but I've got nowhere really to put his body (I can't bury it here because I'm just renting). Right now he's in the old chest freezer downstairs, which we don't normally use as a freezer because it sucks hydro like nobody's business, but for George, well...

    blastedheath apparently isn't feeling well today either, which doesn't surprise me. I'm pretty much in a full-blown fibro flare from the stress. I need to eat something and take my pregabalin, but...

    Later Update: I sent George with my mom to the vet's, wrapped in Nero's old Stewart tartan blanket, which I actually haven't had out since he died.

    Current Mood: depressed
    Sunday, July 27th, 2014
    8:25 pm
    In Memoriam, George, 2010(?)-2014
    I was out weeding the garden earlier this evening when the neighbour lady across the way with the grape arbor came and said, "Do you have a black and white cat?" I said, "Yes, I do," and she said, "George, right? When was the last time you saw him?" I said, "Yesterday. He didn't come home last night, but I wasn't too worried because sometimes he doesn't come home at night," and she said, "Well, I think you'd better come over, because he's in our bushes and he's not moving."

    By the looks of things, he had a heart attack while chasing something, sometime yesterday.

    He's in the chest freezer downstairs while I figure out what to do.

    I don't know how I feel right now, because part of me is angry that he was so young and he didn't even live the whole seven months the vet said he probably would live; part of me is sad; part of me isn't sad because I knew he wasn't going to live much longer; I miss him, and everything.

    Gypsy apparently knows (probably because we carried the paper bag through the house), because she's been moping on my bed all evening and didn't even purr when I cuddled and patted her earlier.

    I'm glad I could give him a good life, and sad that it was far too short. He was a real character and will be missed by his large and devoted fan club in the neighbourhood.

    I miss you, handsome fella.

    Current Mood: sad
    Thursday, July 24th, 2014
    9:49 pm
    Art Car^W Airplane, Again!


    A super-cute homebuilt (probably) with a cool paint job. With that wheel configuration, though, landing it must feel like taking the earth to the gusset...

    Current Mood: awake
    Wednesday, July 16th, 2014
    1:46 pm
    Quotes, Sin, Vice, and Minimal Utility Edition
    Good people and animals are never with us long enough.
    -- Unabogie, Balloon Juice, comments

    As the length of any Forum debate increases, the likelihood of a comparison to a fasces-holder subjected to damnio memoriae approaches certainty.
    -- mds, Alicublog, comments

    Don't make me Sorry, you won't like me when I'm Sorry.
    -- ThisUrlIsNotFourCharactersLong, imgur, comments

    How does someone miss the irony of claiming on Facebook that “we’re better than them”, “we are a people of love, not hate”, and wondering why they hate us all in the same breath as “let’s turn Gaza into a parking lot” and “let’s kill them all”?
    -- Benji Lovitt, "It’s not always about them: It’s about who we want to be," Times of Israel

    It happens so often that I'm starting to think there's a neurological connection between cranky beliefs and shitty graphic design. The mix-matched fonts, the seemingly random color changes, ALLCAPS, EveryThing Capitalized And Categorized In odd Ways. The blink tag.
    -- Jonathan Roth, Raw Story, comments

    And other hits from the same album, now on K-Tel Records.Collapse )

    Current Mood: theoretically working
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