The return of the catfather

Buster was waiting on the back stairs for Jeff upon his return, which made for a pleasant moment. Jeff has recovered from the grab bag of indignities that ferry travel subjects him to. Before his arrival I managed to get all the food containers and compostable trash dealt with so the kitchen wasn’t armpit high in trash.

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Buster Boy

Buster slept in my room. I thrashed in my sleep and booted him off the bed so he hid in the closet. Then this morning he walked straight to his wet food dish and he didn’t even glare at me, just made it perfectly clear that he’d keep vigil there until I gave him wet food. So I did.

I hope everyone enjoys their day. I’ve got a few things planned.

9328 words Part II

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bleugh brain

I think I’ve had another small stroke. Just in the last two days I’ve lost the ability to consistently spell words, and that’s tiresome; I’ve also flatlined on any lumosity games involving words…. I type, and a word that sounds similar – but is not that word – comes out. It’s unpleasant. I’m hoping I recover a little, but right now I just feel sad about it. Or maybe it’s because my brain is tired from writing so much in the last two days compared to where my output has been.

Jeff’s home tomorrow. I will be glad of his return, and Buster even more so.

Tea and leftover rice for breakfast

Not exactly nourishing, but filling. I’m planning on finishing the rest of the leftovers today.

I turned all the house lights off and slept with my door open so Buster could come and go as he pleased. Normally I sleep with the door shut but that seemed a little rude to the kitty.

Washed some underwear yesterday in the sink and dried them in the dryer. Still no word on a washer, but I wouldn’t expect that until next week anyway. I may go over to Katie’s today but then again, maybe not.

The ‘Admiral Makarov’ a Russian navy frigate, may or may not have been destroyed by a large radio controlled boat. I mean FRANCHEMENT why build a warship so big and expensive and capable of hurling explosives such long distances if ten thousand dollars of explosive, an encrypted radio control rig and a speedboat is all you need to blow it up? Anyway, it’s not PROVEN that the Makarov was damaged, but what has been proven is that if it floats anywhere in the Black Sea, the Ukrainians can get to it, even after they move it 100k down the coast lol. Have another great week, Pootie baby, and another good one after that. Source forbes.com

A man was apparently living FOR FIVE YEARS with a seven foot alligator (candidly, he grew) in a shipping container. The alligator, in good health despite only having a bathtub as the water part of its habitat, and after really making the cops work to get it in a van, has been delivered to an appropriate wildlife facility in Tacoma; the man took a powder as it’s actually illegal to own alligators in the State of Washington. The neighbours, living in a rural area, are now looking around dubiously to see if mebbe there be hippos, ocelots and wildebeest hiding in the hills. source: katv.com

Rainfall warning in effect. We’re getting between 40 and 100 mm, mostly before noon. It’ll probably rain Halloween for the kids…

One hundred fifty-one dead in a crush incident in Korea. An incalculable loss and I imagine the guardians of public safety are going to catch much grief.

Bolsonaro may not accept the election results if he loses. Brazil’s a powder keg right now, I hope it doesn’t turn into mass violence by the right wing.

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arrival / New Poem – You are given 3 choices

Jeff is safely arrived; I am taking the talking bricks from my imagination and making sentences elsewhere, this morning, but took a break to say that.

I practiced guitar this morning and that inspired me to start writing. 8962 words already!

In the meantime, a squib.

You are given 3 choices

  1. I want nothing to do with you, white woman
  2. Please, if you can, demonstrate how you would ‘Scream for Jesus.’
  3. Debate with me the context and applicability of this art.

 

I know nobody else will enjoy this poem but I so enjoyed composing it that I felt obliged to share. “One art, please.” Ah, Zoidberg, I love you so much you borscht-belt Decapodion!

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Jeff off to Victoria

The car via ferry is the only reasonable way to get there and maintain your personal mobility, but if they ever invent a matter transporter, Jeff’s got dibs.

Rain lifted and the sun came out and it was quite pleasant late yesterday afternoon.

8814 words Part II. Sent a tiny squib to mOm yesterday. It won’t be enough to keep her (drum roll for over-exaggeration here please) fiendish appetites slaked, but them’s the breaks I reckon.

Damn that lamb was good. However in the interests of roommate comfort I’ll order chicken next time – Jeff finds the smell of lamb queasy making and I don’t want to put him off his chicken skewers.

I have more than 60k reddit karma points. Talk about yer wasted life.

Just read the opening line to a fic, “Why is Dean a capybara” and now I want to finish that prompt myself.

It’s over, the comedy is finished

Gisele Bündchen and Tom Brady are officially divorced.

I wrote 130 words of celebrifluff about this and in honour of my pOp’s advanced age, I deleted every word of it.

Paul’s in Seattle.

Jerry Lee Lewis is dead. Pedophiles die eventually.

Two weeks for a washing machine, I’m still in effking shock. Off to the Junction tomorrer to wash my clothes down, since I can’t do them here. I may take them home to dry.

Things are mellow and nominal around here. Watched a good chunk of another Hornblower, they have lovely high production values and consistently engaging and intelligent performances. We’ll finish it off when the food gets here. Oh yesss I ordered something. I am bred of dreams and folly, and much fondness of food.