Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I have formulated one of the Laws of Cats: if you lie down near a cat, sooner or later that cat will end up leaning on you. This has been tested in the laboratory setting of my bed. Most of the time, I didn't even notice Trigger moving, but she always ended up touching me. Mysterious, the ways of cats are. I snuggled with Trigger for an hour last night because I know it sucks to be lonely and sick. She really seemed to be into it. Today I had to drag her to the vet, which is conveniently four blocks from me. I liked how the building is unmarked except for a banner that says "visit our website! lbah.com" and in the middle of the longest block ever, so I had to run across four lanes of traffic with a cat carrier to get to it. Oh well. Trigger seems to be feeling peppier, at least. I thought she'd never forgive me for letting people stick needles in her, but she seems to be really glad that I wasn't getting rid of her. You know, cats are like children. Once you get one, you talk about it endlessly, and probably bore non-cat people to death. =] Muahaha!
mew
mew
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Today I sat for awhile on the patio (that's what I'm calling my piece of alley in the back) and read my giant "American Elf" book (hit that link, on the left). I'm slowly chewing my way through it. A fair number of the strips are about James wondering why he keeps doing the diary; how hard it is to come up with something worth recording every day, and the nagging question of whether it's really worth anything. As a reader, that question is easy to answer. The diary comics, taken as a whole, represent something larger than just day-to-day existence. They show the rhythm of a person's life. It's beautiful, taken out of context. I can't help but feel that having a record like that, one that people read and experience on a thousand different levels, give James' and Amy's and their friends' and family's lives a depth of meaning that others lack. I like reading and watching movies because they take me out of myself, to somewhere else. I caught myself staring off into space today, thinking of walking through the snow at dusk somewhere. Suddenly I was back in my apartment, sitting on the floor with a numb butt. What gives meaning to a person's life? Is it sharing it with other people? Is it doing the things you dream of, but maybe fear? I like my job. I like my cat, and my little apartment. I'm content, and for the first time in ages I'm hit by random waves of happiness, rather than despair. Still, am I going to be sitting alone on the floor in a year, thinking of somewhere else?
it's an existential comedy
it's an existential comedy
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Got my car smog-checked today. I passed! I was expecting to. The mechanic said I was high on some rating or other, though, and that next time I might not pass. Anyway, I can register my car now. Oh, yeah. This interests you, I know. Keep reading, it gets better.
In the late afternoon, I made a snap decision (snap!) to go see "Hero," that new Jet Li movie. It was very pretty. I liked it better than "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," which is the last fancy Chinese movie I saw. During one of the fights, in a forest filled with yellow leaves, I thought "this movie looks so good, I'd like to put it in my mouth." Eh? I dunno, it looked delicious. Nice colors, and shapes. Then I thought about the Foo Fighters. My brain is too antic to focus on one thing ever, so sometimes when I watch movies, I have something completely different going on in the back of my mind, even though I'm paying attention. Do you believe that? It sounds better than "I have the attention span of a gnat."
I also got some sharp provolone cheese at the deli, for sammiches. In Amsterdam one time I got some old provolone, and was grossed out. Here in America we don't know what old cheese is, really, so this "aged" provolone is a little more edible to my savage palate. Also the little old lady behind the counter called me "sweetie," which is always nice.
People were good to me today. I'm not sure why. I've started noticing this problem where salespeople and cashiers like to ignore me, which pisses me off, but today was special. Even strangers smiled at me. I read my horoscope while waiting at Starbucks. It said, "Everyone likes you today." Which makes sense, I guess.
Current Music: the crickets, they serenade me
Current Mood: sleepy
In the late afternoon, I made a snap decision (snap!) to go see "Hero," that new Jet Li movie. It was very pretty. I liked it better than "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," which is the last fancy Chinese movie I saw. During one of the fights, in a forest filled with yellow leaves, I thought "this movie looks so good, I'd like to put it in my mouth." Eh? I dunno, it looked delicious. Nice colors, and shapes. Then I thought about the Foo Fighters. My brain is too antic to focus on one thing ever, so sometimes when I watch movies, I have something completely different going on in the back of my mind, even though I'm paying attention. Do you believe that? It sounds better than "I have the attention span of a gnat."
I also got some sharp provolone cheese at the deli, for sammiches. In Amsterdam one time I got some old provolone, and was grossed out. Here in America we don't know what old cheese is, really, so this "aged" provolone is a little more edible to my savage palate. Also the little old lady behind the counter called me "sweetie," which is always nice.
People were good to me today. I'm not sure why. I've started noticing this problem where salespeople and cashiers like to ignore me, which pisses me off, but today was special. Even strangers smiled at me. I read my horoscope while waiting at Starbucks. It said, "Everyone likes you today." Which makes sense, I guess.
Current Music: the crickets, they serenade me
Current Mood: sleepy
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Ant apocalypse!
I am she who is called "Meg, smusher of ants." I woke up this morning, walked into the kitchen, and realized that the floor was literally crawling with bugs. Ack! I was already late for work, so I just stepped on as many as I could get to, and ran out the door. All day I had visions of a tide of ants overwhelming poor Trigger and carrying her off. Oh, Trigger is my cat. Surprise! Her owner (sara's friend erica's dad) died suddenly, and somebody needed to take care of her, so ... yeah. Anyway, she was still in one piece when I came home, but the cheeky ants were walking all the way through my apartment to get her food. I walked over to the garden store and got some "orange spray" that claims to be safe to use around pets and food. "Don't spray directly on water," it says. Good thing it warned me, because I was totally going to pour myself some water and ant-proof it. The bottle says it kills and repels ants, and will stick around for several weeks. Sounds good to me. The jury's still out on whether it's doing anything other than smelling tasty.
Oh, and go look at this. It's a diary comic, like other diary comics, but with zombies.
I am she who is called "Meg, smusher of ants." I woke up this morning, walked into the kitchen, and realized that the floor was literally crawling with bugs. Ack! I was already late for work, so I just stepped on as many as I could get to, and ran out the door. All day I had visions of a tide of ants overwhelming poor Trigger and carrying her off. Oh, Trigger is my cat. Surprise! Her owner (sara's friend erica's dad) died suddenly, and somebody needed to take care of her, so ... yeah. Anyway, she was still in one piece when I came home, but the cheeky ants were walking all the way through my apartment to get her food. I walked over to the garden store and got some "orange spray" that claims to be safe to use around pets and food. "Don't spray directly on water," it says. Good thing it warned me, because I was totally going to pour myself some water and ant-proof it. The bottle says it kills and repels ants, and will stick around for several weeks. Sounds good to me. The jury's still out on whether it's doing anything other than smelling tasty.
Oh, and go look at this. It's a diary comic, like other diary comics, but with zombies.
Friday, August 06, 2004
Metaphorrible
The bathroom smells like ass, and I totally am not responsible. But ... I was sitting there, doing the things one does in a bathroom, and found myself thinking: "I am adding notes to the symphony of stench!" Truly, I am a master of figurative speech. Or really awful jokes.
It stinks! (thank you, Jay Sherman)
The bathroom smells like ass, and I totally am not responsible. But ... I was sitting there, doing the things one does in a bathroom, and found myself thinking: "I am adding notes to the symphony of stench!" Truly, I am a master of figurative speech. Or really awful jokes.
It stinks! (thank you, Jay Sherman)
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
On the way home from work today, I was sitting at a stoplight, and I looked out my window. There in the sky was a big heart. Not a cloud, but skywriting. It was like a valentine from a stranger. I drove for a while, and at the next stoplight I looked up, and poof! Another heart. A little plane was finishing this one off as I watched. It was great. I drove all the way home with a stupid grin on my face. How bad can things be, when the sky loves you?
one of these days I should really buy food
one of these days I should really buy food
Monday, August 02, 2004
Blogger is messing with my font options, dammmit. I guess if that's the worst of my troubles, then I'm doing well. Anyway, so as not to deprive anyone of the inanity that is my blog, here's a harrowing account of my C2 encounter:
I wanted a soda with my lunch (a pseudo-ham and cheese wrap, essentially a half-pound of melted cheddar in a tortilla ... mmm), but I always feel gross after drinking a whole root beer (eating a wad of cheese fazes me not at all). "I'll try one of those new Cokes," I thought. I get free soda at work. It's a perk. Anyway, there was only one C2 left in the fridge, and I know the customer service girls in the front office drink them, so it was a conundrum. Not of whether I should leave it for them to fight over, but of how to abscond with it without being noticed — I'm evil. I slunk off to my office, Coke hidden behind my cheese wrap. The can is currently hiding behind one of my speakers. The soda? Less tangy than the Coke I know and love, but without that awful aspartame taste. I think it'd be more worth my while to get some sugar-free Hansen's sodas, if it's that big of a deal.
lamest post ever
I wanted a soda with my lunch (a pseudo-ham and cheese wrap, essentially a half-pound of melted cheddar in a tortilla ... mmm), but I always feel gross after drinking a whole root beer (eating a wad of cheese fazes me not at all). "I'll try one of those new Cokes," I thought. I get free soda at work. It's a perk. Anyway, there was only one C2 left in the fridge, and I know the customer service girls in the front office drink them, so it was a conundrum. Not of whether I should leave it for them to fight over, but of how to abscond with it without being noticed — I'm evil. I slunk off to my office, Coke hidden behind my cheese wrap. The can is currently hiding behind one of my speakers. The soda? Less tangy than the Coke I know and love, but without that awful aspartame taste. I think it'd be more worth my while to get some sugar-free Hansen's sodas, if it's that big of a deal.
lamest post ever
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Because it is almost my bedtime, and I am lazy, but would still like to post something, here is part of an IM conversation I had tonight:
Master Abernathy: there was a cute boy working at Blockbuster, but I figured he was probably in high school
Sphynxcat29: tsk tsk. Are you limiting yourself?
Master Abernathy: to people older than 18? yes.
Master Abernathy: "above the age of consent," that's my motto
Sphynxcat29: You are too picky
In other news, I moved to Long Beach. I have an adorable tiny apartment with hardwood floors and walls that I can't puncture because of the asbestos. I don't bother the asbestos, and it doesn't bother me. Sounds like a plan, yes? I have a similar relationship with the ants on my stoop. There is a constant flood of ants crossing my second step, but they never seem to come inside. For that, I'll leave them alone.
*yawn*
Master Abernathy: there was a cute boy working at Blockbuster, but I figured he was probably in high school
Sphynxcat29: tsk tsk. Are you limiting yourself?
Master Abernathy: to people older than 18? yes.
Master Abernathy: "above the age of consent," that's my motto
Sphynxcat29: You are too picky
In other news, I moved to Long Beach. I have an adorable tiny apartment with hardwood floors and walls that I can't puncture because of the asbestos. I don't bother the asbestos, and it doesn't bother me. Sounds like a plan, yes? I have a similar relationship with the ants on my stoop. There is a constant flood of ants crossing my second step, but they never seem to come inside. For that, I'll leave them alone.
*yawn*
