In Which My Cat Freaks Me Right the Heck Out

So, last year we had to put my cat Loki down. She was the oldest, and the next oldest is Yoda who's about a year or so younger. They grew up together and were our matriarchs.

Yoda developed a subdermal hematoma in her left ear two weeks ago. It's something that can happen to cats, where the lining of the ear separates from the inside part of the ear and then fills with blood. It's really great! /end sarcasm. The space fills completely with blood and it's this huge, hard swollen thing that drags their ear down and is (I assume) painful for the kitty! What they do is put the cat under, slice open the ear, drain the blood and then sew the lining back to the inside part of the ear to keep it from happening again.

Yoda had her surgery, but she's got stitches, so she has to be kept separate from the other cats until they come out. She's been living in my room since then. It's nice having a cat in here full time. I haven't had one since we put Loki down. Anyway.

I have Loki's ashes in a little wooden box on my nightstand. The box came with a nice velvet-y bag, and I left it in there. It's been sitting there the entire time Yoda's been in my room.

Well, on Saturday, I went back into my room for something and found that Yoda had pulled the bag, with the box in it off my nightstand and had it on the floor beside my bed. Okay, fine. She's a cat. They do stuff like that. I put it back, told her to leave it alone and didn't think about it.

Sunday, I came home from the gym and walked past my bedroom door. I could hear Yoda yowling. Not the 'help!' or 'pain!' yowl, but...a cat yowl of something. Talking. So I finish up in the living room and then go into my room, expecting to see her on the bed, yelling at me.

Well, she's not. So I walk around to the far side of my bed.

And there she is, with the box containing Loki, standing over it, yowling.

WTF cat. Stop it.

You're freaking me out.

She had to knock it down and then drag it around the length of my bed, and then back up to hide it to where she couldn't be seen from my door. And she's not a large cat. She's tiny.

I've taken the box out of the bag. Maybe that'll stop her.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The first three chapters of Ghost Story will be released tomorrow, with chapters 4 and 5 following one week apart.

*stalks*

Lent!

Ack! How is it almost Lent again already?!?!

Okay. *takes deep breaths* I just realized Orthodox Lent starts...Monday? Monday. Crap!

Orthodox have fasting days all throughout the year. It's not something that I've dealt with thus far. In Roman Catholicism the only *fast* is during Lent. And even that isn't...*waves hands about*....it's not much, restriction wise. No meat on Ash Wednesday or Fridays during Lent. Also, Ash Wednesday and Lenten Fridays are the fast days. So you eat less - only one full meal all day and no snacking between meals. The rest of the week is normal. Obviously, children under 14 and people who have health reasons are exempt from the fast.

Orthodoxy has rules about dairy and I think they give up meat entirely and become vegetarians for two months(ish). No eggs, no alcohol (not that I drink much, but it's an ingredient in things...).

I don't know why I'm suddenly panicking about this. It's not like I have to keep the Orthodox fast or anything. But I've just realized that Lent is coming up and I don't even know the rules! *does crazy Kermit the Frog panic run*

don't mind me. I'll just be over here having a completely unnecessary meltdown

Supernatural S6 - The French Mistake

Raphael is a douche. We all remember that, right?

And Balthazar is Gabriel's understudy. And also Cas' ex.

Ruby? Why're we brining up Ruby? I don't like it.

Balthazar! Hi there! I really love him.

And I want Raphael dead.

Oh *that*'s right. That's why Ruby. Duh.

*giggles so hard it hurts*

Misha!

Ok. no, wait. seriously. i just had to pause the show to laugh. *deep breaths*

right. lets try this again.

*flaily* MISHA!

fake!me fake!mine

right. this whole thing is going to be me going:

8DDDDDDDDD

can't drive the prop car....

'You *married* fake!Ruby!'

Them acting like they're acting. BADLY!

Misha! In the background and the Twittering!

dundunDUN

Will Virgil's powers work in real life where there are no angels?

And that'd be a NO.

Just got pick-pocketed by a powerless angel.

'it wasn't *all* the way to death.'

Misha's just like a little PUPPY! someone needs to take that phone away from him.

yeah.

*pouts* Did he just kill MISHA?!?! no likey.

'the scary man killed the attractive crying man'

Oh god. It's bad, because MISHA BABY! but still so damn funny

and the angel just killed 'god'. let's all not think *too* deeply about that one, right?

Raphael's a girl! *is pleased*

Hey, look. Cas is a BAD ASS! YAY!

Balthazar gave his boyfriend back the really powerful toys.

Okay, I'm trying to figure out exactly what Balthazar says here.

"Well, Cat." - I SWEAR that's what it sounds like, okay? Pet name anyone?

"Well, Cat, now that you have your sword, try not to die by it."

HA! HAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

And now Dean and Cas are fighting. Which is all a part of Balthazar's plan to get back in Cas' pants. Prove I'm wrong! You can't, can you?!?

preview:

i have no idea what the fuck that was. except for a drill bit coming out someone's ear there at the end. that i recognized.

Abdicating Responsibility

So, this started with the realization that I was attracted to the more...strict interpretations of religions for a long time because I did not want to be responsible for my life. I had a desire to interact with the rest of the world as little as possible, and I wanted an excuse to do that. I wanted to believe that my discomfort with other people, with making decisions and taking responsibility was because the world was out of order and my feelings were indicating how the world was supposed to be.

And I found other people who seemed to be saying what I wanted to hear. That women were supposed to be under the men. Set apart, not looked at, not talked to, etc.

I'm not saying that that was the correct interpretation of any of the religions I looked into, just that that was the one that appealed to me, and why.

I've gotten better though. :D

But this led to the idle thought: how much is religion, in general, the abdication of responsibility for both our own lives and the state of the world around us?

I Don't Even Know What To Title This

So I was going to do a post about my trainer and how she's given me an ultimatum to get rid of my big, baggy exercise t-shirts. I have until April. Anyway. I was going to do pictures and show you guys how awful it'll be without the nice baggy shirts.

But then I took the pictures.

First, let me say I have no freaking clue why the pics are so damned fuzzy. I think it's something to do with the program I use of the computer. I'm getting a new computer just as soon as my nerd Dad finds one for me. I'm switching to a desktop. Anyway. I'm doing everything the instructions tell me but since I switched to Linux Mint and the F-Pimp or whatever the programs called, my pics are all fuzzy!

Moving on.

So this is the pic of what I wear to the gym right now. Big, right?

And this is a t-shirt that fits.

But here's the kicker. This one's of me in the exercise top that my trainer wants me to wear. Oh my god, people. I look like a real girl! (Ignore the roll looking thing at my waist. It's not a roll. I have the top pulled down over the top of my exercise pants so it looks a little funny.)

Yet Another Moar Dresden Files Thoughts Post

I finished Changes. The question of who was shouting fuego is not answered. I maintain the possibility that it was future!Harry.

This bit kills me, every time:

"I put my left hand over her eyes.


I pressed my mouth to hers, swiftly, gently, tasting the blood, and her tears, and mine.


I saw her lips form the word, 'Maggie...'


And I...


I used the knife.


I saved a child.

I won a war.


God forgive me."

Dear lord, Butcher.

Thinkies:

Allusion to What's Coming Next: "Finally, it made the books in the supernatural community as the night of bad dreams. Before the next sunset, the Paranet was buzzing with activity, with men and women scattered over half the world communicating about the vivid and troubling dreams they'd had. Pregnant women and mothers who had recently delivered had been hardest hit. Several had to be hospitalized and sedated. But everyone with a smidge of talent who was sleeping at the time was troubled by dreams. The general theme was always the same: dead children. The world in flames. Terror and death spreading across the globe in an unstoppable wave, destroying anything resembling order or civilization."

The Fomor. Which we didn't know about until Even Hand came out and then Aftermath. BUTCHER! *shakes hand in the air in frustration* Anyone else think this whole thing is just a part of their evol plans? Yeah. I know. Not a stretch. But how awesome is it that they've been manipulating things since the beginning?

Aftermath - I hadn't read it until now. I'm only about halfway through, so we'll leave analysis until later. But I have two things.

A) Marcone is fucking awesome. All the time. And he takes shit from no magical being who is not Harry Dresden. You sir, are not Harry Dresden. Attend.

B) This description of Harry from Murphy's point of view: "Watching Dresden operate was usually one of two things: mildly amusing or positively terrifying. One a scene, his whole personal manner always made me think of autistic kids. He never met anyone's eyes for more than a flickering second. He moved with the sort of exaggerated caution of someone who was several sizes larger than normal, keeping his hands and arms in close to his body. He spoke a little bit softly, as if apologizing for the resonant baritone of his voice.


"But when something caught his attention, he changed. His dark, intelligent eyes would glitter, and his gaze became something so intense that it could start a fire. During the situations that changed from investigation to desperate struggle, his whole being shifted in the same way. His stance widened, become more aggressive and confident, and his voice rose up to become a ringing trumpet that could have been clearly heard from opposite ends of a football stadium.


"Quirky nerd, gone. Terrifying icon, present."