See all this stuff? This stuff follows me around wherever I go. I have tried time and time again to exorcise my clutter demons, and I have given bag after bag after bag of stuff to friends and Goodwill. But still, at all times, no less than ten substantial boxes of … stuff … trails behind me, stashed in a closet, in a bureau, under the bed, in some spare cabinets. I’m talking broken Furbies,…
I met Field Guide today. She brought ice cream to my apartment! And now — don’t tell her — I’m getting her a ferret for Christmas. I also met Howell, he of the Zooey Deschanel/Winona Ryder/girls-who-look-like- they’re-wracked-with-guilt-and-self-doubt infatuation, but his blog is private so I can’t link to it. I love it when I meet online acquaintances and they turn out to be even awesomer than I had imagined.
FearlessVK and I met up today at the Brooks to check out the Pissarro exhibit, which we made our way through diligently and dutifully, paying homage and respect to the father of Impressionism and his dappled landscapes. Fearless isn’t the biggest fan of Impressionism, largely because of the ubiquity of its style throughout bland hotel rooms and flowery foyers all over the world. I’m a little more warm toward the style — even if I’m…
… do not panic. I am jacking around with the template to try and get an “older posts” link at the bottom. It’s not as easy as it sounds, apparently. So bear with me. Update: Screw it. To get that little link, you have to upgrade the template from classic to the new Blogger’s XML based “Layouts” template, and then you have to basically re-code all your customizations, and unless I’m redesigning this place (which…
And to think I could have just let nature take its course and then turned a profit on the bounty of kittens that would have followed. I know, I know. The world does not need more inbred kittens, no matter how cute they are. So these two smell like the vet clinic now. That’s weird. But they’re acting fine and not shunning me at all. Jack’s filling the gaping void left in his manhood with…
… because he apparently is my neighbor: FUCK YOU. There are two lanes. You’re free to use the other one.
[for Wednesday, Nov. 7] Meet Bentley, Sly, and Murray. They hold me captive and render me unable to go outside or to the gym. They keep me up late at night. They stress me out and make me blurt profanity into the flickering TV screen. Send help. Project 365
Just got a call from the vet — kudos to them, by the way, for calling with an update — that the kitties are now spayed (nine-minute surgery) and neutered (thirty-second surgery) and hopped up on kitty painkillers for recovery. I get to pick them up tomorrow after 10. Felix, meanwhile, has the run of the place. He’s getting to eat outside the cage and sleep wherever he wants without fear of being pounced. Actually,…
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