27 April, 2008
Because I'm missing Joe Strummer today.
Poor Simon! One of our neighbour kitties, Simone, has gotten into the habit of waiting in the front courtyard for me to come home from work. She'll meet me half way along the walk and escort me to my door where we visit for a few minutes, usually with Simon and Billie poking their head out to say hi. I've been very pleasantly surprised that there hasn't been any hissing or growling from my rather territorial furkids (Simon, in particular, is given to hissing at interlopers).
So Friday afternoon Simone followed me home (with "Baby", a very shy stray-ish kitty who has sort of adopted Simone's family, tagging behind her). So I kept the door open while I put out a fresh dish of water for the outdoor cats and visited with Simone and Baby. I was on my hands and knees as I set out the water and Simon came over and poked his head out from under my chin (think of a kitten with his momma cat). Simon and Simone looked at each other for several seconds and then Simon poked his head out a little farther. Simone instantly whapped him on his nose and hissed at him. He froze for a moment with a "WTF???" look on his face before he ran off toward the bedroom while I nearly ended myself laughing and crying "Oh, poor Simon!".
Thankfully, a dish full of kibble soothed his broken heart. As long as he has his momma and plenty of kibble (and yogurt and goat cheese and tons of other treats) and his toy box, he doesn't need a girl kitteh.
23 April, 2008
Seriously, if the Democrats are so godsdamned weak that having a competitive race up to the convention is going to OH NOES! DESTROY! the party then they should just pack the fuck up and go home now.
The Democrats' problem is not Hillary Clinton. The Democrats' problem is that they can't seem to multi-task to save their souls. The party needs to be working to make sure the Republicans are defeated soundly in November while letting Obama and Clinton play the nomination process out. Because there are still a few primaries to go yet and the voters in those states deserve a chance to have their votes count.
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20 April, 2008
I have so many fond memories of my days hanging around PGE Park in downtown Portland (back when it was known as Civic Stadium). My wardrobe was mostly Timber Green and Gold throughout my late teens and I had the honour of interviewing Jimmy Kelly for my school newspaper (a player so popular that he received six write-in votes for the Mayor of Portland). "Timber Jim" Serrill is indelibly etched in my memories of cheering on the boys from the front row of Section 6. Always gracious, generous and humble, Jim is among the Timbers' most passionate supporters (through every iteration of the franchise) and is, in my opinion, the Mayor of Soccer City, U.S.A.
Enjoy your retirement, Timber Jim! You've earned that Lifetime Season Ticket!
|Timber Jim puts down chainsaw|
As long as Billie forgets that she hates Simon's guts, they can find a way to get a long for a while. Once in a great while, Simon will attack Billie, unprovoked, but usually if he does it's because he's walked into the room and she starts hissing and growling at him.
In other new developments, it seems that, after nearly seven years, Simon has pretty much gotten over his shyness around one of my friends. Of course it helps that she brings a huge bowl of popcorn when she comes over to watch Battlestar Galactica and that, popcorn being the messy snack that it is, he manages to get quite a few bites of it. He's gone from hiding under the bed in terror to practically snuggling at her feet! He's also gotten brave enough to plot raids on the popcorn bowl, when he thinks we're not paying attention.
On the one hand, I'm glad he's finally getting past his shyness because he really is so wonderful that it's a shame people don't get to see how funny and sweet and full of mischief he is. On the other hand, I always counted on that shyness when I had company so that I could have food out and not worry about him helping himself.
We take the good with the not-as-good, I suppose.
Speaking of which, I was just in the bathroom, scrubbing out and rinsing one of the litter boxes. As I finished, I turned around to see that Simon had delivered one of his toys to the doorway of the bathroom. So that I'd be sure to take a moment for play after working so hard for him and his sister. Such a sweetheart!
14 April, 2008
(h/t to my esteemed Web host, Laughing Squid.)
13 April, 2008
This is absolutely heartbreaking! It sounds like the pup is improving and, fates willing, she'll pull through.
With Simon, I have to be hyper-vigilant about keeping any chocolate products out of his reach. He's gotten into chocolate a few times, but has, thankfully, never suffered much more than a dickey tummy. While he hasn't burned through many of his nine lives, he has caused me to DIE from panic and worry several times.
Anyway, please, keep the chocolate far out of the reach of your furkids.
Update 4/14/08. Holly has made an amazing recovery and will get to go home, hopefully Tuesday! It's a miracle, insofar as a miracle can happen with a dedicated veterinary team and lots and lots of Internet Love. Go Holly, Go!
This is an old video of Simon, when he had his first pets: Two goldfish, both of whom were named Fishie, IIRC.
He really loved his fish. As you can see in this video, they swam over to him and interacted with him (his next sets of fish, all betta, did that, too). He was comforted by the hum of the filter motor and he loved to warm his bum by sitting on top of the tank.
His birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks and I'm seriously considering a new aquarium and some more fish. Because, to be honest, I liked having them around as much as he did!
I just downloaded their new album Accelerate and I like it a lot. It's much more of a rocker than their last two or three albums, where they went in a direction that I just couldn't follow (like U2 did with Pop and half of their last several albums).
If you're still missing the jangly guitars and haunting melodies of early-80's REM, then you're probably not going to like this album so much. But if you liked the more rocking late-80's - early 90's REM, you should give Accelerate a spin.
10 April, 2008
I'll have more on this most surreal day later.
edit: I'm too wiped out to write more on this, other than WTF were they thinking allowing China to put a bunch of
loose cannons ninja paramilitary officers in track suits out there as "flame attendants"? All it took was one torch bearer, Majora Carter, pulling a Tibet flag from her sleeve during her run for these "flame attendants" to descend upon her, tossing her out of the run, leaving it for the SF Police to shove her into the crowd on the sidelines. And WTF didn't the police defend her right to express her opinion? She, evidently, earned the same right as the others to participate in the torch relay. Tenuous as it is, thanks to the current American regime, we still have the right to dissenting opinions. And don't get me started on how the Olympics shouldn't be politicized: They have been for decades, if not millenia.
Of course, there is so much WTF surrounding these Olympics, starting with why the IOC even allowed China to host, given not just their horrendous record on human rights, but their pollution.
Anyway, my set of the "prologue" to the torch relay that kinda-sorta was is, as always, on Flickr. And many more photos from the event can be found there, too.