Category: Nature
WEEEIRD
So I go outside with Otto to work on what is rapidly shaping up to be Theo’s Theme (for the evol villein of Midnite Moving Co). Within four bars, there is a robin FLYING TOWARD ME AND CALLING MADLY. Robin then perches in a tree, never removing gaze. Robin attempts to keep up with me in the music generation department, getting louder but eventually quitting in disgust. Then it moves to the dogwood, and then the top of the tree stump. I felt uncomfortable and went indoors. Despite everything the tune is sounding great and my finger picking is coming along nicely. I think I’m kinda the Meg White of mandolin players, althought that’s definitely a slap to Meg.
Keith and Paul should show up shortly with corn and tales of Paul’s mom’s successful nth birthday (I can’t remember exactly and I don’t know if she’d thank me to…) I hear another family turned up en masse, which should have rendered things much more festive and apparently were awesome in that Keith got to see Peter, his oldest friend. And the vampire family! woot.
Also, this morning Margot tried to get into the dryer Man, how HAS she lived this long?
Productive day of errands including two overdue ones.
Margot with a flicker feather
Miss Margot watches the screen
A couple of days ago Margot was sitting on her tuffet in the den while Jeff was copying files. She watched intently as the files flew between the folders, and then for yuks Jeff started shifting the dialog box around, and she watched that too. Eddie never watches TV although occasionally he responds to sounds from the speakers.
Margot needs a bath, she’s getting a bit pee-ie, and it’s Jeff that has to put up with her rank rear end.
I have a new phone, an HTC One S (I bought it on Thursday last but it was DOA so I replaced it). I am very much liking it but I’m still getting used to the keyboard.
Moose loose
I finally upgraded my phone and it finally works.
Gerald sends me moar mooses
Behold the gargantuan testicular mass of this park ranger.
Skeanling
Knife diminutive. Refers to a sharp young thing. Oh K side, you are so huge.
Bonnacon / Bonasus
To my knowledge, my crest is an arm holding up a broken sword over a red and gold shield with the SINGULARLY USELESS motto of “Vigila et ora” meaning “Watch and pray”. I would prefer a Bonnacon. A farting. pyrotechnic bull would marry my clumsiness with my personal hygiene and general affabilty in one striking emblem.
Bobcats
this spot used to hold a link to pics of bobcats in Calgary HAHA WHO KNEW THAT LESS THAN A DECADE LATER I’D SEE A BOBCAT HIKING DISTANCE FROM MY RENTAL okay back to 2012
Yesterday I saw Katie briefly. Night before Paul and I went to Jericho after feasting here on pork chomps and green beans and corn and salad.
I was super tired yesterday and napped for a good chunk of the afternoon, with Margot fizzling and burbling and napping with me. This morning she tried to join me long before sunrise but I thrash around too much so she left and is now guarding my door.
This sentence deleted in 2020 because it makes zero sense.
Eye stye with my painful eye
The folks where I interviewed very kindly called back and I have a second chance to demonstrate my willingness to work. I have a stye in my left eye that hopefully won’t look too hideous.
Margot is noisily cleaning herself.
I broke the venetian blinds in my room the other day and have been getting along without window coverings. I am thinking of something steampunk themed for new draperies.
Quote of the day
Social media has turned modern friendship into a pixellated bar that serves kittens, soundbites and RPGs. – A Sloman.
Tony Scott, noted director and producer and brother of Ridley, committed suicide by jumping off a bridge. He left a note. He was 68. Depression’s a hell of an illness, and my condolences to his family, friends and associates. …added later – he had inoperalbe brain cancer.
What the hell I don’t even. Binge drinkers are happier. Science sez. I only post this because this was the first weekend I really really really wanted to buy beer, but I managed not to. Most of the time I don’t even think about alcohol but I came piteously close to purchasing same when I came out of the Heather Dale concert, and no jokes about how she drove me to drink.
Should get a call back about work today. Guess I need to run some laundry.
Saw the Helen Mirren version of the Tempest. Loved it.
Margot breathes at 14 -16 breaths per minute, which is apparently low. She’s very noisy right now… I’m assuming she’s asleep. Eddie did a phantom barf yesterday morning. Jeff and I both heard him and we looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. Speaking of Eddie, he’s scratching at the door, so I’ll get up and let him in.
I find this article really disturbing and can’t articulate why.
Bizzy day
I have to go down to the church and pick up the banner and literature for New West Pride. It’s going to be so Nixonianly hot today I might as well pre melt myself and pour myself in Margot’s water dish. Then I get to come home, lie down in front of the ac for a couple of hours, and in the evening get up and go (it’s in Burnaby, thankfully) to see Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps. Morosely hoping there’s ac at the concert site.
And I don’t want to do any of it as the heat is making me wretched. I am also suffering the consequences of having worn pantyhose and heels for the first time in three months yesterday. What ties a fool to his body? A promise. And lest anybody be upset, it’s a Dunnett quote. It was CRUSHINGLY hot in here last night and the ac ran all night, which is just ludicrous for this part of the world.
This morning Margot came into my room and jumped on my bed, and at one point even sat on my pillow. She hasn’t done that since she was a kitten. It turns out she was trying to get me to let Eddie in for his breakfast, at which point she joined him. I wish she’d vocalize, it would make it easier.
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Unbelievably loud and continuous thunderstorm last night starting around seven thirty – four hours at least maybe longer. You should have seen Margot’s face as she bolted in the door as the first thunder hit. Eyes like saucers. Then she stayed right next to my bedroom door all night.
Katie’s here; she cut my hair and helped me run some errands.
Can’t settle to anything…. feeling blah.
A mad wor(l)d my masters
Snoop Dogg went to JaMAIca and came back a Rasta. He now goes by Snoop Lion and his next album will be entirely reggae. Tis fabulous news! Hope he covers at least one Sublime tune…
OMG I just spent two hours reading RADFem and Transfem blogs and the hate and bigotry are so tiresome and frightening that I went to a Men’s Rights blog for a while to help me get my bearings.
Unclear on the concept – private company tries to trademark Anonymous.
Paul’s back from Ontario, brown as a walnut and sporting a rather luxurious multicolored beard. He poked his head in briefly last night and it was good to see him in such good spirits! Then he had to go to work….
Eddie haz a sad. He hates it when Jeff is gone for any length of time.
Had brekky with the lovely and everblooming Sue, and how good it was to spend some time with her.
Now, back to work. I have learned that when you’re writing trombone lines, you need lots of places for players to take breaths, as they need more air than any other brass instrument.
One thing and another
There are kestrels nesting across the alley, and DARWIN’S BEARD do they make a lot of noise when they are peeved.
Jeff is an evil, evil, man; without much effort he got me addicted to ER, and there’s ONLY 15 seasons of that. (Keith, sitting in for a while, “Clooners gotta Cloon” with respect to the unholy young looking George Clooney, who takes three facial expressions and plays them hard.) So far my fave character is Haleh, with Drs Greene and Carter in rapid close order.
Jeff, Keith and I are catching up in Breaking Bad and should be caught up to the new seasons (they are calling it seasons 5 and 6 even though it’s two lots of 8 episodes each, coming out at different times). What an intense show; but when it’s funny it’s truly gutbusting.
Hosting a housefilk on Saturday. SO looking forward to it!
Everytime I think there can’t possibly be another sign of the apocalypse, Eris run amok in my metaphors & slimes the goalposts.
New Baddies in the Midnite Moving Co. universe. The Nosoi! The demonic embodiments of human illness.
“Like a human plague!?”
“Cue comment about all your ex-boyfriends.”
I’m thinking of offering Atheist Tarot Readings. Would anybody buy that? How about Steampunk Tarot readings? Well, sheesh, forget I mentioned it.
Gotta go outside and turn the keys over and spray the other side of them now. Got a lovely assortment of steampunkin keys.
I hope you all have a lovely day, it looks like it’s going to be a good one.