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Feb. 10th, 2009 11:24 amToday, on McSweeneys:
EXCERPTS FROM
THE COLLECTED
ANSWERING-MACHINE
MESSAGES OF LYRICIST
TIM RICE.
It has also helped me decide what I want to get the wife as an anniversary present.
EXCERPTS FROM
THE COLLECTED
ANSWERING-MACHINE
MESSAGES OF LYRICIST
TIM RICE.
I know that technically you're dead to me, but just for old times' sake I wanted to let you in on what I'm certain will be the most successful show that any human being has ever conceived—though, actually, I'm not really a human being: I'm made out of star stuff and the moon and am also God. So.
(In the background, there's the sound of a gunshot, followed by what sound like the screams of Mandy Patinkin.)
It has also helped me decide what I want to get the wife as an anniversary present.
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He's a Cat! Flushing a toilet!
Oct. 16th, 2008 07:49 amSomething to get your day off to a good start.
That didn't work well.
Mar. 12th, 2008 02:13 amSomene on RPG.net wanted pictures of Maine Coons. So I figured "I have a Maine Coon sitting right next to me!"
So, I pick up Ra and try to get a picture taken with him. He goes from twitchy to twitchy in another direction to blinky. I feel horrible looking at that last picture.
( Pictures of me and my cat )
So, I pick up Ra and try to get a picture taken with him. He goes from twitchy to twitchy in another direction to blinky. I feel horrible looking at that last picture.
( Pictures of me and my cat )
SS2: Sleep Harder
Feb. 21st, 2008 04:57 pmSo, last night was my second sleep study, and yeah, it was just as exciting as the first one.
With a definite diagnosis of sleep apnea, I've been using a CPAP machine for the past week. I've been able to use it pretty much every night except for Tuesday, sinec my nose was plugged and I could therefore not breathe.
Last night's went off pretty simply. I waited in the sleep room (which is apparently an office for a reconstructive surgeon during the day), and killed time just listening to music and gleefully reading Peter C. Newman's Toronto Life article on Conrad Black (I would like to refer to it as a Hack Job, because he goes at him with a verbal machete). The electrodes were just as delightful this time (i.e. not) and I got to also enjoy wearing my CPAP at the same time.
I also missed seeing the dragon eat the moon last night, which I'm told was quite striking. Good job scaring it off, guys!
When you're doing a sleep study, you have to complete a questionnaire regarding sleeping habits, etc. You do the front page before you go to sleep, you do the back page afterwards. One of the questions is "How well did you sleep last night, taking into consideration you were sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to your body". I replied "Taking into consideration that I was sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to my body, I slept like a baby." A cranky, hungry baby.
I'd planned to go directly to work and hit the gym after grabbing some breakfast, but I really needed to scrape the wax off my skull (which the sleep tech verified was, yes, large). And that's literally, not any sort of figurative sense. They use this waxy substance to help adhere the electrodes to your head.
After I washed off I was in no mood to face the world. So I puttered about the house, got reacquainted with my cats ("Ozzy. Your name is Ozzy.") and packed the CBT's copy of The Book of Erotic Fantasy for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nottheterritory and B5 season 2 for madmanofprague.
And now, day's almost done and I have game tonight. Yay! It tells you how awesome game is that I will go instead of staying home for Lost and Survivor with the wife.
With a definite diagnosis of sleep apnea, I've been using a CPAP machine for the past week. I've been able to use it pretty much every night except for Tuesday, sinec my nose was plugged and I could therefore not breathe.
Last night's went off pretty simply. I waited in the sleep room (which is apparently an office for a reconstructive surgeon during the day), and killed time just listening to music and gleefully reading Peter C. Newman's Toronto Life article on Conrad Black (I would like to refer to it as a Hack Job, because he goes at him with a verbal machete). The electrodes were just as delightful this time (i.e. not) and I got to also enjoy wearing my CPAP at the same time.
I also missed seeing the dragon eat the moon last night, which I'm told was quite striking. Good job scaring it off, guys!
When you're doing a sleep study, you have to complete a questionnaire regarding sleeping habits, etc. You do the front page before you go to sleep, you do the back page afterwards. One of the questions is "How well did you sleep last night, taking into consideration you were sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to your body". I replied "Taking into consideration that I was sleeping in a strange bed with electrodes attached to my body, I slept like a baby." A cranky, hungry baby.
I'd planned to go directly to work and hit the gym after grabbing some breakfast, but I really needed to scrape the wax off my skull (which the sleep tech verified was, yes, large). And that's literally, not any sort of figurative sense. They use this waxy substance to help adhere the electrodes to your head.
After I washed off I was in no mood to face the world. So I puttered about the house, got reacquainted with my cats ("Ozzy. Your name is Ozzy.") and packed the CBT's copy of The Book of Erotic Fantasy for
nottheterritory and B5 season 2 for madmanofprague.And now, day's almost done and I have game tonight. Yay! It tells you how awesome game is that I will go instead of staying home for Lost and Survivor with the wife.
I was reading the AV Club Comics thingy, and they had a review of "Meet the Laugh-Out-Loud Cats!".
It's a softcover publication of an online series of comics playing with the concept of photos of cats who have cute captions on them (occasionally these cats look like fascist dictators) by presenting them as the offspring of a several decades old comic strip, presented in the same paperback format as every other newspaper strip used to be released in. To be honest, if it were any more Meta it would kill someone.
From the Onion review.
In the intro, Koford claims that "Laugh-Out-Loud Cats" originally ran in a few newspapers in 1912, and featured leaf-loving, happy-go-lucky Pip and his pal, duck-hating, cigar-chomping Kitteh, two vagabond felines who unaccountably speak in 21st-century net-slang. (Sample panel: Upon tasting the evening's hobo stew, Kitteh says, "Fail has a flavr.") The front of the paperback reads "First Time In Print In Over Sixty Years," and the back bears a stamp from the "Inland Empire Municipal Library System," creating the illusion that this is an artifact unearthed from some used bookstore or rummage sale. The multiple conceptual layers aren't necessary, exactly, but they do add some value to the reading experience, enhancing the timeless quality of Koford's cute, lovingly drawn little cartoons.
Neat. I might just get a copy.
In the immortal words of Will Smith...
May. 29th, 2006 03:28 pm I have GOT to get me one of these!
While Cynra and I were at the distillery this past weekend we checked out an auto stuff store. Loads of neat stuff; they had the regular delorean model, but not the Back to the Future one.
Anyway, one of the items was the above teapot, in the shape of a Smart. Quite nice. We contemplated picking it up, but decided to check the intarweb. And there it was.
I don't think you can really have too many teapots. Of course, Ozzy would likely destroy it within minutes. I've renamed him "Why We Can't Have Nice Things". We walked through a blown glass store and every item we saw I said "shame the cat would destroy it".
While Cynra and I were at the distillery this past weekend we checked out an auto stuff store. Loads of neat stuff; they had the regular delorean model, but not the Back to the Future one.
Anyway, one of the items was the above teapot, in the shape of a Smart. Quite nice. We contemplated picking it up, but decided to check the intarweb. And there it was.
I don't think you can really have too many teapots. Of course, Ozzy would likely destroy it within minutes. I've renamed him "Why We Can't Have Nice Things". We walked through a blown glass store and every item we saw I said "shame the cat would destroy it".
That's just crazy
Feb. 11th, 2006 01:18 pmSo, last week, while Cynra & I were out getting some cat food and carpet cleaner spray
While in the midst of shopping, we spotted this, a turducken flavoured cat food from Merrick, a small family cat food manufacturer.
Okay, it was kinda pricey, but, wow. Turducken? For cats? I was there. Right in that. We took it home, and a few days later decided they'd been relatively well behaved (Ozzy hadn't attempted to mount my kneecaps in the past few days), so we opened that stuff up for them.
Holy cow. You know, to say they liked it is a bit of an understatement. They'll poke and nibble at wet food while waiting for the dry. This stuff? They tore into it like a Conservative government into a chance for government corruption.
It's kinda weird to think the cats are getting better food than me, but as long as they're happy, that's what's important.
While in the midst of shopping, we spotted this, a turducken flavoured cat food from Merrick, a small family cat food manufacturer.
Okay, it was kinda pricey, but, wow. Turducken? For cats? I was there. Right in that. We took it home, and a few days later decided they'd been relatively well behaved (Ozzy hadn't attempted to mount my kneecaps in the past few days), so we opened that stuff up for them.
Holy cow. You know, to say they liked it is a bit of an understatement. They'll poke and nibble at wet food while waiting for the dry. This stuff? They tore into it like a Conservative government into a chance for government corruption.
It's kinda weird to think the cats are getting better food than me, but as long as they're happy, that's what's important.
Because I have discovered Kittenwar.com.
A website dedicated solely to kittens and pictures of them. Being cute.
Cute kittens. It makes me smile.
A website dedicated solely to kittens and pictures of them. Being cute.
Cute kittens. It makes me smile.
Slings and Arrows Season 2
Aug. 3rd, 2005 05:02 pmAnyway, after dropping Cynra off at the airport (she hews to the “be there three hours before departure” meme, even though that generally gives her two hours in the oh-so-comfortable coach lounge), I meandered home, tanked up Supercar, and tried to bond with the cats.
Of course, that’s pretty much impossible (although after two weeks of me being the only feeder they should be seeing things my way). So I played some H2 online.
That was very fun (and I sent a “come play me” note to everyone I could, so I hope to see some of you on XBL tonight around 8 EST), even though my connection was spotty. What really annoyed me was losing my connection in the middle of a Team Slayer match after I’d killed all the opposing team using the mounted gun. Crap. Those were some sweet kills.
Anyway, after the carnage (and watching the end of Serenity: The Episode) it was time for the finale of Slings and Arrows. ( ”Spoiler )
Of course, that’s pretty much impossible (although after two weeks of me being the only feeder they should be seeing things my way). So I played some H2 online.
That was very fun (and I sent a “come play me” note to everyone I could, so I hope to see some of you on XBL tonight around 8 EST), even though my connection was spotty. What really annoyed me was losing my connection in the middle of a Team Slayer match after I’d killed all the opposing team using the mounted gun. Crap. Those were some sweet kills.
Anyway, after the carnage (and watching the end of Serenity: The Episode) it was time for the finale of Slings and Arrows. ( ”Spoiler )
Lonely now
Aug. 1st, 2005 11:13 pmWell, if Air Canada is up to their usual punctuality (just ask muskrat_john about that, among others) Cynra should be about 5000 metres above me en route to Bonnie Glasgow.
Which, of course, marks the start of the longest separation we've ever had to endure. Three or four days is annoying enough, but 21 days on the other side of the pond? That's just plain annoying.
So, yeah. I'm here with Los Gatos for a while. Must remember to keep them and myself fed.
kynn, your package should be in the mail tomorrow. HOpe it'll lift your spirits.
muskrat_john about that, among others) Cynra should be about 5000 metres above me en route to Bonnie Glasgow. Which, of course, marks the start of the longest separation we've ever had to endure. Three or four days is annoying enough, but 21 days on the other side of the pond? That's just plain annoying.
So, yeah. I'm here with Los Gatos for a while. Must remember to keep them and myself fed.
kynn, your package should be in the mail tomorrow. HOpe it'll lift your spirits.Bitters 2, Cats 0
Mar. 2nd, 2005 09:29 pmSo, I come home early. Traffic was very nice, due to the number of people who stayed in due to weather this morning.
The ride was good,a s I was fuelled by a fairly good day at work, having just finished a motivational book (those are good for a few days worth of "High"), and listening to Rush at a very high volume on the Smart Radio (that thing is nice hwen you get the volume up). Got home. Came in. Khem came to say hello. Ra came to say hello. I went into the kitchen, got the Club House Greek started and got the cat food out. Fed Ra. Put down Khem's cat food. Got out... Where's Ozzy?
At this point, I noticed a certain kitten shaped void in the universe. Ozzy had yet to make his presence known, which was weird because, well, he's ALWAYS there.
The Bitter Guy searches high. Was that a thump? No Ozzy.
The Bitter Guy searches low. No Ozzy.
The Bitter Guy becomes... Concerned.
When a cat dissapears you don't really notice. THey come and go as they will. When you look from high to low, not finding them, and then they don't show up when food is taken out? You worry. Hence, The Bitter Guy became concerned.
Snra came home, and was appraised of Ozymandias-who-was-Caleb (his full name; it wounds much better in the original AEgyptian) absence. Concern continues. The Bitter Guy checks the snow outside the house for tiny paw tracks. The Bitter Guy considers donning his coat and going door to door asking the neighbours if they've seen a small grey & white catling.
The Bitter Guy searches under the bed. Nothing. On top of the armoire. Nothing. In the basement, in the laundry room, in the downstairs crawlspace.
Downstairs crawlspace. Do we have another crawlspace? Upstairs? Besides, for example, the stairs, where YHB heard a mysterious thump?
A quick sprint up the stairs (a leisurely stroll, perhaps. I'm not as hale and hearty as I used to be) to the bedroom. Open the closet (previously searched, yas), open the trapdoor to the crawlspace behind the bedroom, and there are a pair of glowing feline eyes staring back.
Little fuck.
Of course, him having been crawling around the crawlspace means he's covered in dust. (Snra explains his actions by saying "Cats are naturally curious", to which I reply "a state not traditionally associated with good fortune on their part.")
So we get to... wash another cat. Previously, we had to clean up Khem Khat's paws, which was fun AND wound causing. Tongiht, it as the full shampoo.
Thankfuly, Ozzy was much easier to bathe than Khem. Thankfully. No blood was shet, and he got cleaned and towelled off.
Then, we had dinner & watched Lost. God, I love that show.
The ride was good,a s I was fuelled by a fairly good day at work, having just finished a motivational book (those are good for a few days worth of "High"), and listening to Rush at a very high volume on the Smart Radio (that thing is nice hwen you get the volume up). Got home. Came in. Khem came to say hello. Ra came to say hello. I went into the kitchen, got the Club House Greek started and got the cat food out. Fed Ra. Put down Khem's cat food. Got out... Where's Ozzy?
At this point, I noticed a certain kitten shaped void in the universe. Ozzy had yet to make his presence known, which was weird because, well, he's ALWAYS there.
The Bitter Guy searches high. Was that a thump? No Ozzy.
The Bitter Guy searches low. No Ozzy.
The Bitter Guy becomes... Concerned.
When a cat dissapears you don't really notice. THey come and go as they will. When you look from high to low, not finding them, and then they don't show up when food is taken out? You worry. Hence, The Bitter Guy became concerned.
Snra came home, and was appraised of Ozymandias-who-was-Caleb (his full name; it wounds much better in the original AEgyptian) absence. Concern continues. The Bitter Guy checks the snow outside the house for tiny paw tracks. The Bitter Guy considers donning his coat and going door to door asking the neighbours if they've seen a small grey & white catling.
The Bitter Guy searches under the bed. Nothing. On top of the armoire. Nothing. In the basement, in the laundry room, in the downstairs crawlspace.
Downstairs crawlspace. Do we have another crawlspace? Upstairs? Besides, for example, the stairs, where YHB heard a mysterious thump?
A quick sprint up the stairs (a leisurely stroll, perhaps. I'm not as hale and hearty as I used to be) to the bedroom. Open the closet (previously searched, yas), open the trapdoor to the crawlspace behind the bedroom, and there are a pair of glowing feline eyes staring back.
Little fuck.
Of course, him having been crawling around the crawlspace means he's covered in dust. (Snra explains his actions by saying "Cats are naturally curious", to which I reply "a state not traditionally associated with good fortune on their part.")
So we get to... wash another cat. Previously, we had to clean up Khem Khat's paws, which was fun AND wound causing. Tongiht, it as the full shampoo.
Thankfuly, Ozzy was much easier to bathe than Khem. Thankfully. No blood was shet, and he got cleaned and towelled off.
Then, we had dinner & watched Lost. God, I love that show.
Conan on... Cat Hygiene
Nov. 10th, 2004 09:34 am"So, Conan, what is good in life?"
"To tayke Two Grocery Bags, Stahff Wahn inside De Udder, and Feel them with the Quantents of your Liddah Bachs."
"Your what?"
"Your LIddah Bachs. Deh Bachs where your Kaaats make their Poopy."
"Your what?"
"Poopy! Where the Kaats make the Poopy!"
"You've lost me."
"To tayke Two Grocery Bags, Stahff Wahn inside De Udder, and Feel them with the Quantents of your Liddah Bachs."
"Your what?"
"Your LIddah Bachs. Deh Bachs where your Kaaats make their Poopy."
"Your what?"
"Poopy! Where the Kaats make the Poopy!"
"You've lost me."
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Jun. 23rd, 2003 11:21 amAllergies kept me home today, so I was able to welcome in the fire alarm check guys.
Of course, after they left I noticed I didn't know where Ra was. Now, normally it's REALLY REALLY HARD to misplace a cat the size of a motorcycle sidecar. But I couldn't' find him. Window ledge? Nope. Table? Nope. Chair? Nope. Bedroom? Nope.
The last time I had this much trouble finding a cat in the house was when Spooky was sick and taking to hiding. Which was not what I needed today.
So, no finding him in house. I take a run around the townhouse complex (shooting pains... in chest... must stop being fat...), and no sign.
So I go back INTO the house, and do another search. No sign. Grab cat treats and call his name. Nothing. Go back downstairs where Khem is napping. And whose head is staring out of the fricking closet on top of the box our DVD player came in? A certain sun god!
I was too relieved to smack him.
Ah, well.
In other news, figured I would use today to finally watch Caddyshack. Checked out the Mississauga Public Library, and they had a copy. In the library too! So I put a reserve in at that branch, and go to get directions!
And discover that particular branch is, in fact, closed Mondays. Fuck.
Of course, after they left I noticed I didn't know where Ra was. Now, normally it's REALLY REALLY HARD to misplace a cat the size of a motorcycle sidecar. But I couldn't' find him. Window ledge? Nope. Table? Nope. Chair? Nope. Bedroom? Nope.
The last time I had this much trouble finding a cat in the house was when Spooky was sick and taking to hiding. Which was not what I needed today.
So, no finding him in house. I take a run around the townhouse complex (shooting pains... in chest... must stop being fat...), and no sign.
So I go back INTO the house, and do another search. No sign. Grab cat treats and call his name. Nothing. Go back downstairs where Khem is napping. And whose head is staring out of the fricking closet on top of the box our DVD player came in? A certain sun god!
I was too relieved to smack him.
Ah, well.
In other news, figured I would use today to finally watch Caddyshack. Checked out the Mississauga Public Library, and they had a copy. In the library too! So I put a reserve in at that branch, and go to get directions!
And discover that particular branch is, in fact, closed Mondays. Fuck.
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May. 20th, 2002 11:32 amDaily Weirdness. So, taking a relaxing Victoria day (God save the Queen!), I was playing with the cat when I noticed something.
The kitty had no b__s (that'll only be funny if you watch Survivor). I mentioned to the wife "Honey, the cat got no b___s." So honey takes a look. Sure enough, kitty don't seem to got no b___s.
It looks like Khem may actually be a she. Which would make the leaping attacks on Minou much less creepy, I guess.
Oh, yeah: I got to watch Ghost World last night (After waiting in line for 20 minutes to get an autograph from Joe Matt, creator of Peepshow. Man, that's a depressing movie. I'd seriously like to slap Enid a few times for sheer cruelty. Steve Buscemi, thankfully, still rocked.
And as for The Great Night Of TV Showdowns, we watched Survivor and taped the X-Files finale. Tonight we watch our first episodes of Buffy from Nova Scotia.
The kitty had no b__s (that'll only be funny if you watch Survivor). I mentioned to the wife "Honey, the cat got no b___s." So honey takes a look. Sure enough, kitty don't seem to got no b___s.
It looks like Khem may actually be a she. Which would make the leaping attacks on Minou much less creepy, I guess.
Oh, yeah: I got to watch Ghost World last night (After waiting in line for 20 minutes to get an autograph from Joe Matt, creator of Peepshow. Man, that's a depressing movie. I'd seriously like to slap Enid a few times for sheer cruelty. Steve Buscemi, thankfully, still rocked.
And as for The Great Night Of TV Showdowns, we watched Survivor and taped the X-Files finale. Tonight we watch our first episodes of Buffy from Nova Scotia.
Sold Harlequin
May. 8th, 2002 08:58 amGot my "But it now!" price for it. $27, which is an okay markup. Could have gotten more, but why be greedy? I'll put it towards GenCon.
Man, even for me, this is a pretty banal entry.
Khem continues to grow. He'll be fricking huge if this keeps going on. Minou is still able to beat him away when he gets too rambunctious, which is good.
Since GenCon will be a business expense this year, it looks good. Brad! Book a room!
Man, even for me, this is a pretty banal entry.
Khem continues to grow. He'll be fricking huge if this keeps going on. Minou is still able to beat him away when he gets too rambunctious, which is good.
Since GenCon will be a business expense this year, it looks good. Brad! Book a room!
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Apr. 9th, 2002 11:49 pmFar too tired. Cindy had us up at 6:00 am to catch the royal funeral. Is it me, or are Eugenia and Beatrice a lot older than they used to be? Ah, well. If they inherited their mother's hips, the tabs will leave them be.
The cat has a name: Khem. I decided to go something Egyptiany. It was that or Ringo.
An Editor officially hates me. He said I have to make my work less conversationally. Man. Why doesn't he just slap me in the face?
The cat has a name: Khem. I decided to go something Egyptiany. It was that or Ringo.
An Editor officially hates me. He said I have to make my work less conversationally. Man. Why doesn't he just slap me in the face?
