I have sneezles and a coldish. I don’t understand this. I never get sick. I just got over being sick which I never get, never isn’t due to roll around again for like, three years.
Going to bed. The blogosphere must carry on without me.
Archive for News from the Homefront
Kitten-blogging (pretend it’s not Sunday, ‘kay?)
They wanted to be blogged, so what’s a couple of days between friends. (Next week, the Gods willing, we return to our regular Friday schedule.)
I keep baskets on the dining room table. Cats like baskets.
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Kittens to Mom: But we WANT to be blogged
Let’s see. Went to the movies last night and got home tennish. Started the process of installing Dreamweaver. Halfway through, my mousies died. No mousie. And actually, there’s a lot you can do without a mousie, but one thing you can’t do, it turns out, is use Help windows. You can use F1 to open help and Tab to move through the Table of Contents, but you can’t Tab over to the help text to make it scroll down. So I couldn’t finish setting up Dreamweaver to manage the website, because I couldn’t remember all the steps.
Anyway, so I thought I’d at least ftp some kittenism from work. Plugged my camera into my work computer and got the pics, but it turns out my ftp site is blocked by the corporate firewall. (Sounds like a job for Harrison Ford.)
So allow me to assure you they’re still cute.
Invisi-Kitten Blogging
Still no home computer, so no access to uploading photos. Allow me to paint a verbal picture.
Arthur found a string-on-a-stick toy that is guaranteed to make kittens backflip. Seriously, it’s like pushing a button and whoosh.
Mingo is still Mighty, and Fanty is still Fraidy, but Fanty will occasionally, if she’s very relaxed, allow me to approach. Also if I’m lying on the couch in TV mode, she’ll deign to sit on my legs or sometimes my tummy (but never come all the way up to my face like her brother does). Okay, so last night, the very cutest. In a moment of stunning bravery, Fanty came up to chest-level as I lay on the couch, purring like mad. I scritched her on the side of the neck and she leaned into it…and fell right over. A little too much lean there, honey. It was really the cutest ever. Ever.
Woe O Woe
The computer is still out of commission. We replaced the hard drive, only to discover it’s the motherboard. Now I’m waiting for the motherboard to arrive via UPS. I know the US Post Office is closed today for MLK, but I’m not sure about UPS, so I might lose another day.
SAVE ME!
My home computer died last night. (I’m writing from work.) Died. As in deceased. Ceased to be. Shrugged off this mortal coil and joined the choir invisible. If it wasn’t sitting on my desk it would be pushing up daisies.
You get the idea.
I am expecting edit files for The Way of Four Spellbook tonight, via email. I am supposed to work on them over the weekend. And no computer.
Maybe it’s just very sick. I’ll take it into the shop tonight. While having, y’know, dry heaves.
(So no Friday kitten blogging, because the photos are on the home computer.)
Felonius Felines
I understand that dangling strings are fun. I understand that. And I understand that seat cushions are comfy and cozy and downright irresistable. Yes. But where did the seat cushion go?
You see, the rocking chair has a cushion that ties on, and the Gang of Two do dearly love those dangling ties. That was cute, and cute, too, was the sight of them curled up on the cushion together. Then they got the ties untied—ah! clever kitties!—and the sight of the Gang of Two curled up together on the seat cushion, now under the rocker, was also, yes, cute.
So where did the seat cushion go? It’s…gone. It’s not on the chair. It’s not under the chair. It’s not visible from the chair.
I am confused.
UPDATE: It was under the bed. They dragged it four feet. I am no longer confused. I am now impressed.
Frickin Gorram Dial-up
My hand to God, I wrote a really nice post last night, just for you, just to edify my panting public, clicked Publish, and…ffffffffffft.
No connection. Post lost. Author slaps self in head.
Ouchy Throaty
Okay, I’m freaking out here. I’m feeling much, much better; I can eat, I can sleep (as much as I do), and yesterday I finished my antibiotics. So why all of a sudden today does my throat have small pointy knives in it? (As opposed to non-pointy knives? Okay, just go with it.) Ouchy. And, having finished the z-pac (fucking-a Cadillac of antibiotics), why am I experiencing this NOW?
Oh, woe is me. Fear and woe. Stress, fear, paranoia, hypochondria, and woe. And ouchy.
Friday Kitten Blogging
The Gang of Two Join the WWFE
Fanty gets the upper hand
Attack!
