Month: August 2009

Twitter

I’m allegras on twitter, not that anybody reading this should care, and it gives me access to the following:

Bruce Sterling’s thoughts on technology and various cool conferences (when the f*** does he find time to write??)

Ashton Kutcher’s thoughts on a wide variety of subjects, most of which I find amusing.  His tweetblock on his stepdaughter’s high school grad was one of the funniest things I read this year.  He also tweets about serious stuff and spends way more time touting other people’s stuff than his own.

Neil Gaiman’s sweet natured running commentary on his rather busy life.

Local news outbreaks; Eddie Izzard documenting his entirely insane marathon runs through the UK; links to Tyee articles of interest; finding out the new Dawkins book drops September 22 from PZ Meyers; and loads of other interesting and bizarre stuff.

I don’t really tweet all that much, but I’m always entertained when I see what various people are up to.

I call this one “The Triumph of Enthusiasm over Knowledge”

Moose, like teenagers and occasionally older people, are not necessarily wise when gripped by hormones.

This pic is all over the web.  In one rendition, it has been transformed into a poster marked “Statutory Rape…. you’re doing it wrong.”

Let us all take this picture as a somber lesson that our senses … and our hopes … may deceive us.

mooseplusstatue

I really feel for the moose.  Springloaded for an amorous encounter, is he not an icon of every human being, mostly guys, but whatever, who wasted some time over an image rather than a receptive female?  If I ever open a shelter for over-enthusiastic practitioners of self-abuse, this will be the image over the lintel.

Saw District 9 this afternoon

It kicked ass.  It is also rather a guilty pleasure.  But really, worth seeing on the big screen.

Kat, Kashka and Katie, plus Paul and Keith, were here for supper.  Barbecued chicken thighs, garlic bread, broccoli and scratchmade cheese sauce, potatoes or yams.  Strawberry rhubarb pie for dessert.  Katie and her housemates are playing on the Star Trek…. happy sigh.

more True Blood and more cat fur

Another great episode.  This one Eric is barely in, but it’s still good.

Jeff and I have a busy day planned, culminating in  a barbecue for Katie and all the women she lives with.  First, a trip shopping, then District 9 at Metrotown (it will likely be nuts), then the barbecue.

My efforts to keep hair out of Miss Margot’s digestive tract have not been entirely successful.  She produced a tiny, ladylike little furball yesterday.  Hopefully this will inspire me to brush her more often, although considering I’m brushing her at least twice a day, while she grouses and grumbles and tries to bite and wriggles like mad OR sits there purring like mad as if she’s glad I finally got round to it.  Sometimes she asks to be be brushed – and still complains – and sometimes she runs away and wails.  The other night she spent I don’t know exactly where, but when she returned in the morning she had half the undergrowth of Burnaby lovingly stowed in her belly fur.  Normally I only brush her for about 2 minutes at a time, this time I locked the bathroom door and got really thorough.  MASSES of fur and crap came out….

I compost everything I pull off her.

Finally saw Driving Miss Daisy.  I liked it, but there were specifics about it I didn’t like all that much, like the soundtrack.