Verbal catblogging: How I sleep

July 25, 2008 / / 3 comments

I was totally up early to put up cat pics, and the batteries in my camera died, so I couldn’t download the pics.

With Arthur out of school, I can sleep with Mingo. What’s that, you say?

When Arthur was in high school, he got up at 5:30 in the morning. Which is to say, his incredibly loud alarm went off at 5:30, and then the second alarm clock went off at 6. Now, Arthur’s bedroom is down a long hall from my bedroom, and if I sleep with my door even slightly ajar, his alarms wake me up.

Me, not him, mind. But it’s fairly unpleasant, especially since I don’t need to get up until 7 or 7:30.

Mingo loves to sleep with me, and so I started letting him sleep in the room with me. But if I close the door, he scratches to get out way early. Usually when Arthur gets up, so he can follow Arthur around the house.

And weekends are no good because (a) Arthur will forget to turn his alarm off (in fact, his alarm is going off every morning while he’s away at Starwood, but not until 8, so I can live with it, and no I can’t figure out how to turn it off myself thanks for asking), and (b) if the cat sleeps with me on the weekends, he gets used to it and wants to sleep with me during the week. Which means that instead of waking me in the middle of the night to let him out, he’s waking me in the middle of the night trying to get in.

Oy.

But he’s fab to sleep with. He cuddles up and holds still with your arms around him. He’s like a breathing teddy cat. And if I brush him regularly, he’s all soft and snuggy.

So now that Arthur’s alarm is not an issue, I sleep with the door open, and Mingo sleeps with me. Yum.

Quotes of the 1960s: All Solved

July 23, 2008 / / Comments Off on Quotes of the 1960s: All Solved

It took a hint, but you did it!

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I added a hint

July 23, 2008 / / Comments Off on I added a hint

…for the last remaining Trivia question.

You know what’s awesome?

July 23, 2008 / / 6 comments

Pickled garlic.

How did I never know about this? So yummy, so scary to look at, so thrilling to eat.

So my sister and I are having a little soirée, and I said I’d bring the drinks, and the first store I went to didn’t have cocktail onions. Because why? Anyway, the world needs something for people who don’t like olives. So I tried a more exotic and expensive store. And I found all this cool stuff. Cocktail onions. Giant capers the size of olives. And pickled garlic. Great honking cloves in basil & brine.

Also, Havarti cheese.

So that was dinner. Cheese and crackers. A little lunchmeat. And garlic pickles.

Stand back.

Tuesday Trivia: Oops edition

July 22, 2008 / / 13 comments

After two (?) years of Tuesday Trivia, I finally screwed it up. Here it is, late evening, and nothing posted. Evn must be tearing his hair out. Busy, busy day at work, with lots of eyes over my shoulders, then an evening out with coworkers and The Boss’s Boss.

Okay, so here we are. Let’s continue our theme of the past weeks and do Quotes of the 1960s.

1. I’m walkin’ here!
Solved by Hogan (comment #1).

2. I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal.
Solved by Hogan (comment #1).

3. Your father never laid a hand on me until we were married. Then I… I just gave in because a wife has to. A woman doesn’t enjoy those things the way a man does. She just lets her husband come near her in order to have children.
Solved by Ben (comment #2).

4. I already know an awful lot of people and until one of them dies I couldn’t possibly meet anyone else.
Solved by Trevor J (comment #6).

5. Power is not a toy we give to good children. It is a weapon. And the strong man takes it and uses it.
Solved by George (comment #7).

6. I can eat fifty eggs.
Solved by Melville (comment #3).

7. She has the face of a simpering sheep. And the manners. But not the morals. I don’t want her near me.
Hint: Spoken by a queen.
Solved by Hogan (comment #12).

More non-movies

July 21, 2008 / / 12 comments

I didn’t watch a single movie this week. Nor did I write up a God of the Week, only a couple of weeks after starting the feature.

Arthur and I are deeply, deeply committed to So You Think You Can Dance. That’s three hours of TV a week, so that definitely cuts into the movie-watching. I love the show. I love the beauty and excitement of the dance, and I love that it’s committed to dance as an art form. It doesn’t “tart up” the dancing too much to make it crowd-pleasing. I mean, sure it does. But the producers and judges also pay attention to the technical and artistic integrity of dance; this ain’t no Dancing with the Stars. And I find that I care about it; about the people and about the pure artistry. We talk about it all week long.

We’re also catching up on our Angel DVDs. I bought all five seasons. Many of the shows we’ve seen only once, so this is a real pleasure. Except when it isn’t. Some episodes really don’t hold up. I’ve watched the 14 episodes of Firefly four or five times straight through, and none of them get tired, but the whole Pylea excursion in Season 2 is mostly only fun once. Don’t get me wrong, there’s great stuff here, but rewatching it is educational.

Speaking of the Whedonverse, I am probably the only Whedon fan who is unimpressed with Dr. Horrible. Neal Patrick Harris is awesome, but it’s a whole lot of mildly amusing for me.

Little bug brain

July 18, 2008 / / 5 comments

So, in case you’re wondering, I got the bad photo software uninstalled, and the good photo software installed, and then I was too tired to fuck around with pictures of the Gang of Two.

They’re still cute.

Anway, I saw a bug. This is not, like, a major event. It was very small; so small it was hard to tell what it was. It was black and somewhat ovoid and it hopped a little like a flea, only it wasn’t a flea because if it was a flea I wouldn’t be calming describing it, I’d be FREAKING OUT.

It was, as I said, miniscule, and hoppy. And in my bathroom, showing very black indeed against the cream tile. So I tried to kill it. (And if you have a soft heart for this sort of thing, keep in mind, in my bathroom. This is a home invasion and I have a right to defend myself. Just saying.)

I reach out with my foot. Hop away. Reach again. Hoppity. Try with my thumb this time. Hop hop hoppity disappear.

So now this is interesting. It knows I’m after it. How does it know? Does it see a shadow? Sense temperature or movement? It’s the size of a pencil erasing, where does it store this sensory system?

Obviously, entymologists know all about these things. I don’t. I have never studied or, indeed, been remotely interested in, little bug brains. But now I am. Because the little bug is outsmarting me. And his little outsmarty brain takes up very little room and in fact is small enough to hide under my tile. Necessitating a future engagement with its little bug brain.

I’m all blogged up

July 17, 2008 / / 3 comments

First thing this morning, I had to deal with a very large post on my Mad Men blog, because we got 16 Emmy nominations! Whoo! Hoooooo!

And now I’m going to do some actual paid-type work.

When I get home tonight, I’m going to try reinstalling photo software so you can get catblogging tomorrow. It’s been very frustrating.

50s Quote Trivia: All Solved

July 15, 2008 / / One comment

Smooth work, kids!

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Tuesday Trivia: Quotes of the 1950s

July 15, 2008 / / 10 comments

…might as well continue the theme.

1. “This may come as a surprise to you, but there are some men who don’t end every sentence with a proposition.”
Solved by George (comment #3).

2. “I never faint because I am not sure that I will fall gracefully and I never use smelling salts because they puff up the eyes.”
Solved by Tom Hilton (comment #2).

3. “You know, I’ve often thought that the gangster and the artist are the same in the eyes of the masses. They are admired and hero-worshipped, but there is always present underlying wish to see them destroyed at the peak of their glory.”
Solved by George (comment #3).

4. “I believe a man is as big as what’ll make him mad. Nobody around here seems big enough to get you mad.”
Solved by Amy (comment #7).

5. “An old lady on Main Street last night picked up a shoe. The shoe had a foot in it.”
Solved by Melville (comment #1).

6. “Audiences don’t know somebody sits down and writes a picture; they think the actors make it up as they go along.”
Solved by Melville (comment #1).

7. “Don’t you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You wouldn’t marry a girl just because she’s pretty, but my goodness, doesn’t it help?”
Solved by Tom Hilton (comment #2).

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