Ava REQUIRES petting. Now!
aww, such a sweet kitty on such a classy chair!
Sweet?!
Pushy little broad is more like it.
that’s wheezy. never seen a pushier, more loudmouth cat.
Ha ha. She’s only been there for what, a month, and she already acts as if she owns the place?
adorable tuxedo cat!
Biff is a total loud mouth too. He’s such a punk, but then he does adorable things like curling up next to you and resting his head against your cheek.
Wheezy is a brat. she dominates the bed and you risk getting nipped if you push her. when she wants food she yells so loudly I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear her. (this doesn’t bother me so much except when I first get up and stumble into the kitchen. I try to tell myself to take a deep breath and get used to it. Baby cries are surely worse.)
Neither she nor our other shelter pet, Missy, are grateful. I constantly threaten to return them to their concrete kennels if they don’t show us some respect. Only Bandit, gotten off of craigslist, is loving and thankful.
Wheezy! So sassy! Biff whines and complains, esp. for wet food in the evening. He’s such a jerk, but he’s so adorable, and really can be the sweetest fellow imaginable. He LOVES to be held, and will yell at me if I put him down before he wants to actually get down. Gertrude, I’m convinced is the sweetest cat in the world. She has the best disposition. So friendly! She has befriended Stella, the stray kitty, who still hides a lot, but comes out and hangs out whenever I’m knitting on the couch. She and Biff don’t really get along (because Biff is a bully), but it’s way better than it was before.
I’m so late in the game but Che Casino means what a disaster or chaos but it also means bordello. I used this on a professor in Rome to describe Roma II (his college and where I was on Erasmus) a few years ago, he didn’t like me before and positively hated me afterwards!
What a cathouse! ;)
Exactly!
Also it was Roma III, pedantic I know...
Question for y’all: how do I handle this situation? I have a radio show here in nashville, and I’m getting emails from listeners who want me to DJ with them, or exchange mix cds! I politely bowed out of the co-DJing with “I find that I’m really lazy and can barely prepare for one show” (said a bit more tactfully). I want to respond, because I appreciate that people like my show, and it’s the nice thing to do. But, I don’t really want to meet these people.
You can always just explain that, while you wish you could whatever it is you don’t want to do, your busy schedule just doesn’t allow it at this time.
That sounds good! I really don’t want to sound like a jerk, because I appreciate everyone who listens. Today, though, I got a weird call of, “Did I meet you in Franklin? You were really good looking! You sound familiar.” “Uhh, no, that wasn’t me.”
Thank them for their interest in your show and for taking the time to write you to tell you they like it but explain that with the time demands on you from work, family, friends, etcetera, it wouldn’t be fair to them to imply that you could dj with them or share mix cds. Then encourage them to continue writing with comments or suggestions.
I think what Sara says is good molly. maybe add that if you’re time allows in the future you’d let them and maybe do something then? (that might be dishonest though). I have this problem with social activities period. ugh.
just returned from a pysch visit, 3 hours late to work, $200 and two vials of blood lighter. ugh. also a new script. for buspar. supposed to reign in my anxiety and “chatter”. we’ll see.
I like “chatter” myself... less anxiety is always good, however.
the chatter is in my head. it get’s annoying sometimes.
Well, I suppose in that case it makes sense; I hope it works!
I just have a dumb, never shut up brain that makes it hard for me to concentrate, sleep etc. The best help I’ve found so far is keeping a notebook with me to write things down just to get them out of my head (kind of like Dumbledore’s penseive) or wearing headphones to lull my dumb brain to sleep with sweet music.
i’m pretty happy med-wise right now and don’t really want to f with things but apparently buspar is pretty mild. maybe it will work. who knows.
still dragging from fasting for blood draw all morning. waiting to meet with boss. boo.
What’s up with ethan this morning starting 10 million jean teasdale-esqe threads?
The best help I’ve found so far is keeping a notebook with me to write things down just to get them out of my head
And we’re back to why I started this thread in the first place! Finally, someone gets it.
Anyway, happy Mardi Gras, y’all!
yes, I forgot ILX! The best mental help tool evah! ;)
happy mardi gras to you too!
Faites gras, tout le monde!
I just had an email from my sister that she made a king cake—so jealous!
Happy Mardi Gras, TITTWISers!
ohmigod I am dragging so hard. I feel like I’m a south park construction paper character today. what did that witchy phleabotimist take out with my blood? Do you think I could get out of work the rest of the day and go drink for mardi gras?
Sam, I write stuff down for a similar reason. Unfortunately I tend to ignore what I wrote down—thus, I have a fleet of Post-It notes on my desk.
And yes—happy Mardi Gras!
That’s the spirit(s), Sam.
“I don’t feel well enough to work. Do you mind if I go drink, instead?”
While we’re celebrating;
food and caffiene are not helping me. gah!
oh man. . .now I really want cherry pie. (and beer.)
Channelling your inner Homer, eh, Sam?
:( I think homer lives in my belly. he needs to live.
I feel like I want something else to eat besdies my lean cuisne but can’t think of anything I want. (probably a good sign I don’t need anything.)
I need to shut up and get back to php’ing and documentation-writin’ and other lovely things.
I’ve been froggin’ out and dunkin’ croissant in my coffee. So good!
I’ve been froggin’ out and dunkin’ croissant in my coffee. So good!
Le sigh. I miss my mornings in Besancon.
I know it’s not the done thing, but it’s so good.
Puis-je t’offrir une petite cédille, molly? ;)
I realize now why I feel like total crap. i haven’t taken my medicine due to pre-blood fasting! man do i hate hate hate when my routine is thrown. :( I want to go home.
j’ai oublié la cedille! je suis soûle maintenant.
(i wish)
Moi aussi.
argh the french. you fancy butts.
I loved learning French, but my comprehension is poor these days. C’est tragique.
mine is zilch. how do you say that in french?
Je n’y pige quedalle
In slang, at least.
Here’s one of my favorite French sayings which my Algerian friend would yell all the time: Ça me fait chier. (sah muh fey she-A)
Literally, it means: that makes me shit. But it’s great for saying that something sucks. “Mon boulot? Ça me fait chier.” (My job? It sucks)
I was merely being a pedant and giving molly some grief for not writing Besanançon with the cedilla on the c and then she claimed (falsely, apparently) to be drunk.
This should probably go on the librarian thread, but group meetings turn into a bitchfest about Amazon. I need a drink.
Why?
We just read this annoying article written by some bigwigs who dictate library catalogs, that claimed that users will just turn to Amazon for their books. Problems with that actually happening 1) Totally classist! Libraries are free! Not everyone can afford to buy every book they’d like to read, 2) Amazon search results can suck (i.e. no authority control).
/end rant.
1a) Libraries often have out-of-print books that could run you ten or twenty times their cover price on Amazon Marketplace, even when they aren’t rare/collectible!
i like the librarian talk. alas, I have not been to one in years.
The worst or second-worst thing about where I live — specifically, as opposed to regionally — is that the library I’m close to isn’t in my town, and the one in my town I’m not close to. I could join the nearer one, but it’s like $100 a year or something (and small, even if it is several times larger than when I was a kid).
(Second-worst or worst: because I live on the town line, hardly anyone delivers.)
Food?
You can never have too much librarian talk, book talk in general, or food talk.
Paying to join a public library Tep? Sacre bleu! (But I’m spoiled with a good public library system, plus the two college libraries right in town.)
Oh, yeah. I mean, they don’t deliver anything else either, but that’s okay. I have one, maybe two pizza places — one of which is cash-only — and two Chinese places, one of them terrible and the other pretty good for mall-type Chinese. There’s a billion places that deliver in town, but I’m outside the delivery radius. Even Pizza Hut and so on don’t come this far.
xp; yeah, you only have to pay if you aren’t a resident. When I was a kid, we joined the Nashua Library (the town I live in now, but not then) because it was so much bigger that it was worthwhile. But that was $60 or so in 1980s dollars, so I guess the $100 for the smaller library now is cheaper, in constant $.
I think I’m gonna go stalk Charlie Louvin (no, not really). He’s going to be at the radio station tonight and I think I need to pop on by and see what’s up. I must promise myself I won’t become saddo fangirl (“OMG I LOVE YOU!”).
Tell him Bubba said hey.
Charlie Louvin is the cutest man alive. He sang to me (!) and then was cracking jokes for the remainder of the evening. “I’m gonna go talk to the blonde!” Then Jello Biafra showed up (seriously, I’m not making this up).
The show is Hipbilly Jamboree. You can stream it from there if you like. The sound is a bit whack, but I hope you can hear the joke where he claims to be Anna Nicole’s baby daddy. I think it starts around 8:34 in.
Sara, re: peanut butter: http://mvaldemar.livejournal.com/210390.html
remind me who charlie louvin is?
I have an 8:30 mtg, at my place. that’s far, far too early.
Oooooh thanks! You have sold me on the cinnamon-raisin for sure.
So you’re a writer? How cool and interesting! I have a couple of published writer friends (Maryjanice Davidson and Emily Rapp), and I am so amazed by their careers. Actually, I’m even just amazed at the idea that—at least in MJ’s case—she has to motivate herself to get her job done.
being a published writer is one of the true personal goals I have to accomplish. my only “resolution” this year was to seriously write. I might take a class. not sure how I feel about this.
I think it sounds fun, Sam! Being published seems to be a lot about being persistent, too. So I say go for it!
persistence and discpline. . .two things I don’t have much of! It’s an exercise in self-improvement really.
Yeah, I split my writing time between fiction — publication of which has slowed down since I started writing novels, because the turnaround time can take years and I’m writing fewer short stories in the meantime, so even if I sell the same percentage of them ... well, there you go — and scholarly-type work for hire. Encyclopedias and high school textbooks mostly.
Motivation can be tricky. I’m currently working on an “easy 100,000 word novel” (that’s standard length) as a break from my giant 250K-300K novel that I spent all last year working on, because spending that long on something without finishing was giving me a weird remix of cabin fever. It’s exactly the kind of thing that would normally be a terrible idea — usually that’s how people wind up with eleven first chapters and no final chapters — but I think in this case it’s the way to go.
Sam—I don’t have them either, don’t feel bad. You’re developing them as you go, right?
Tep—wow, a 250K novel?! I can barely motivate myself to read 10 pages to study for a quiz lately. Your motivation is impressive and terrifying!
my wife is published in a few medical journals...does that count. i have that going for me at least.
Professional TV writer yo! Only 2 scripts, neither made, but that’s by the by.
Making a living by writing is a hard living. kudos to any who do it.
i’ve had some articles and stuff published before but I’m aiming for a book, preferably fiction. Not an easy or short term task but I think it’s doable before I die. Not like wanting to be a rock star or model or something.
i’ve always fantasized about writing a screenplay, but no one wants to see American Pie all over again.
i have been published 3 times. i might manage to get more if i would actually write these days.
Tep—wow, a 250K novel?!
Yeah, it’s big. Starts in the 50s when the protagonist is 13, goes up to the 2010s or so when he has grandkids. I’m 80K or so in right now, in the mid-1960s. Multiple viewpoints, the works. This is my big one.
I’ve just been doing this so long now, though, and made it such a focus, that I don’t really know how to not write. Anything’s easy/easier if you do it all the time.
I like American Pie. And that kind of film is $$$$ at the BO, Chris. If you write it, I’ll read it.
— re: impressive/terrifying/etc., really it’s like age. I remember vividly when 14 sounded old and mature to me, because that’s how old my babysitters were. I remember when 21 sounded sort of complete, and when 30 sounded old. But you get there and find out you’re not a superhero and everything is spectacularly normal.
high today in Austin, 81. ack!
I feel completely lazy compared to everyone else. I had a poem published once. (I always liked writing poems because it’s easy to finish them.)
81?! It is in the high 30s and low 40s in Minnesota and honestly, after that last couple of weeks, it feels tropical. I’d take 81 for a day, though.
I don’t mind 81 so much but in Feb, it worries me. I dread boiling and baking for months ahead.
Poems are hard to me! Fewer words are harder to write since you have to be so much more careful with them.
I wrote a check yeterday.
checks are so archaic! I only ever write checks to two people anymore.
Not to worry Sam; most of my poems suck. I wasn’t so much careful with words as just needing to vent a lot of anger and hurt. I rarely write them anymore.
The only thing I wrote yesterday was answers to a physiology quiz. Answers I did not know, btw. (Thankfully, the prof drops our two lowest quiz scores. But I’d better improve by next week.)
I’ve just wrote about 15 pages of policy and procedure documentation as well as client SLAs. urgh, why are my co-workers so lazy? Everybody blows stuff like this off until it absolutely has to been and I just bust it out out of frustration.
i had to go shopping for work yesterday. it was rad! i spent $298! on FOOD thats just going to be photographed and then hopefully eaten, by me.
Sam, Charlie Louvin was a member of The Louvin Brothers, and he’s a bit of a country legend. He sang lots of old-timey gospel, bluegrass and straight up country. Well, he still does (hence his interview last night). Hearing him talk about this (one of the more famous Louvin Bros. albums) was fantastic:
And then he told me blonde jokes. Charlie Louvin is a CARD!
Louvin Bros. are famous for their harmonizing, right?
Yup! Ira (who has since passed away) had a high tenor voice, a la Bill Monroe. Charlie was telling stories about Bill Monroe and I almost passed out.
Between Sam and maunders, I know whose job I want.
I’m clueless about Charlie Louvin (and country music in general), but he sounds pretty fun!
I’m pretty sure I saw an ‘American Experience’ type doc that mentioned the Louvins.
I also easily get crushes on little old men. His new album is out (“wherever records are sold”), and it has folks like Jeff Tweedy, Elvis Costello and Will Oldham (whose name he couldn’t remember — adorable!) making guest appearances.
I just got my hair cut and spent way too much money on product. Having curly hair is a bitch.
i just got to make sure a famous designers trust account was looking good. it must be nice to have 25 million dollars in a trust.
i’ve also had numerous baseball players accounts, an american idols account and one famous attorney with a penchant for rhyming.
it must also be nice to have a schmuck like me look it over to make sure its all in good order....
I wonder if gynecologists ever feel that way?
The Louvin Brothers
ahh, duh. I knew the name was familiar. I actually used to date a guy whose brother duo patterened themselves largely on the louvin bros. eons ago.
Michael, rough indeed! Those sure aren’t hostels.
I once created a file for one of the biggest Bollywood film stars. He had great press shots of himself. I wanted to keep them and hang them all over my cube.
Everyone has cooler jobs than I do! (Of course, when you don’t really have a job...)
i’ll trade you!
I beg to differ, Sara.
Good point luna—I meant a paid job.
(Kids are a huge, relentless job and don’t let anyone tell you any different!)
Sam, we should trade for a day! (Today would be good; it’s even 45 degrees out here, so the weather wouldn’t scare you off in 5 minutes.)
It still stands—I get paid for this suck ass bullshit demeaning demoralizing dealing with men who are crying babies nonsense, but let me tell you, it’s not a cooler job than anyone’s.
Okay, yours doesn’t sound that good; I admit it.