Archive for March, 2013

Pay Attention, Hipsters

This is ironic.


Or whatever the Italian equivalent is.

The Softer Side Of Grumpy

I’m sure everyone has seen photos of Tardar Sauce, AKA Grumpy Cat. (If not – welcome to the Internet. Google is your friend.) Short version – Tardar Sauce is a cat who, through a quirk of coloration and genetics – he has feline dwarfism – looks like he is frowning. That’s just how his face is.Even though the most famous image is of his face, he still does the regular adorable kitty things.


No, I’m Not

There is a Goodwill store behind where I work. I went shopping the other day, looking for more long-sleeved shirts to wear around the house. I have no problem wearing used clothes, and most of my shirts are from different thrift stores. They are also mostly men’s shirts, as I prefer the roomier cut. While browsing through the selection, I overheard two women talking.

“I think it’s a crossdresser.”

“No, they wear dresses. Those are shirts.”

” But that’s a girl and she looking at men’s clothes.”

“Maybe they for her husband.”

“She got a man’s shirt on.”

“Ooh, she do! Maybe she is one of them crossdressers.”

“That is so wrong. She need to find Jesus.”

I really wanted to fuss at these women and tell them that I will wear whatever I damn well please, but I didn’t want to cause a fuss. Still, it bothered me. Even if I was a crossdresser, and I guess in a way I am, what business is it of theirs? This is what makes me comfortable. If Jesus or Buddha or the Flying Spaghetti Monster has a problem with that, they can find me and tell me themselves.

It’s People!

I may lose my geek cred, but I’ve never seen Soylent Green before last night. Hooray for Netflix! As I have forgone satellite and cable TV in favor of plain Internet, I have been watching a lot of movies that have been sitting in my queue for a while.

It was the awesome.

Now I’m going to go watch 1984. 

EDIT – Ugh. Too many full-frontal nekkid lady scenes. And the rat-mask-helmet thing… :shudders: I could have done without that.

The List

So after a few days of living in the new place I am noticing that I’m missing a few things. So I’ve started a list of things I need.

  1. Trash cans for the bathrooms.
  2. Clothespins – I have them but I left them at my parents’ house.
  3. Dish drainer – also at the parents’ house.
  4. Clock for living room – the only clocks in my house are my alarm clock, the thermostat, and the microwave.
  5. Long-sleeved shirts – I’m keeping the thermostat turned down and could use a few flannel shirts to keep warm.
  6. Footstool – for my chair. I don’t think I have one but it might be in with all those boxes.
  7. Pattern for fingerless gloves – see #5
  8. Shelves – I have an incredible amount of stuff. Really, I had no idea I had so much stuff. I’m going to have to go through it and pare some of it out.
  9. Soup pot – I wanted to make some soup and couldn’t find my big pot. I think it’s back at (you guessed it) the parents’ house.
  10. Some sort of shelf-dividing system – All of the shelves in my house are terribly inefficient in how they use space. The kitchen is especially bad. (The kitchen is very inefficiently designed.)

That’s just the first ten things, I have a little notebook that I keep adding things to.

Moving Day!

At long last, I have actually moved in to my new place!

I took Thursday and Friday off to pack, and I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t do a terribly good job. I hate packing and pretty much dragged my feet as much as possible. Saturday Mother Dearest took charge and GhostSister and clan arrived en masse with large vehicles. Before I was even sure what was going on my furniture was being carted out of the house.

I have an awesome family.

Sunday the rain that had been threatening finally hit, I’m just glad we got the big bits (bed, futon, whatnot) moved on Saturday. Sunday was cat day – Simon and Fearless were packed up and brought over with their stuff and other essentials. (After much soul-searching, I have decided to leave Firefly with GhostDad. She tolerates me but he is her person and it would be bad for both of them if I took her away.) Fearless was easy to trick into the carrier, a bit of food to get her head in and a bump to the butt to encourage her into it.

Simon was another story.

He hates to travel and was not afraid to make his displeasure known. I ended up with a number of nasty bites and scratches. Having had to transport him before, I knew that he had a tendency to get carsick as well as deposit … less desirable “gifts” in the carrier. (And he did. The fuzzy little bastard held it until I pulled into my driveway before letting loose with numbers 1 and 2.) Because of this I carried him directly into the studio bathroom so I could wash his backside. (He was thrilled.) Even after I “released the kraken” and turned the cats loose, he refused to budge from the bathroom.

The face of displeasure.

On the other hand, Fearless couldn’t wait to explore.

She made it her mission to lay down on every single vertical surface in the house.

So Adorable!

The dog is pretty cute, too.

Just Smile And Wave, Boys

Smile and wave.