Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Today: curled up with coffee (yay having bought fresh dairy last night!), kitties, TiFaux and too many dvds, sneezing into really nicely scented tissues (what *were* they nestled against in the closet?) and freaking out that mom is going to be here in the morning. I guess that means later today means cleaning at least a TON.
I like remembering my dreams, fucked up as they often are. Though the recent distressing dreams can clear out just the moment my mind has worked through whatever it is chewing on currently.
Someone got between gravity and a cat and is now sporting a slash under my eye. It was a very close call.
Cripes! I really need to trim the kittenish's daggers before sarameg and I are comparing dermaglue notes. Is your eye okay?????
Nutty, how has Familiar Fatal Insomnia not made it onto the medical shows? Seems like perfect medical drama fodder.
Yeah, she missed the eye. Did give me a moment of why cats?! but... Avoid vacuuming the closet when there is a nervous cat perched on the shelves above. She leaped and hit the hangers, bounced into me flailing and then fell in the laundry basket.
Bah, hit the wrong thing. The scratch isn't that bad, just in a bad place.
Good to know. See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.
I'm glad she missed your eye. Way too close a call.
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Mom just called to say that, no, she wasn't coming down this afternoon after all. Um?????? It *is* this afternoon. Did I miss a memo? (Actually a voice mail, it turns out.)
She's coming down tomorrow morning. I need to vacuum and am now afeared.
Last week's Dilberts have reminded me of shrift. Today's referenced
pandas
and now I am just wigged uncomfortably. A little to Natter-y.
See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.
It's true, man. This is why I avoid it.
So, now they say my luggage will be picked up by the delivery service at the airport at 5pm today, and to my house within six hours after that. Greeaatt. You know, thinking about it now, I should have just gone to get it myself. Dopey. Of course, that would have involved leaving the house, which, not so much.
I see a lot of people who need a ROOMBA.
Thank dog for frozen food. yummy leftovers.
Jesse, that is BANANAS!
Nutty, how has Familiar Fatal Insomnia not made it onto the medical shows? Seems like perfect medical drama fodder.
Because I'm not kidding when I say it's incredibly rare. I think there have been a grand total of 30 cases diagnosed, and every single person was a cousin/sibling/parent/child in the same family (dating back to the late 1800s). It's this bizarre disease cluster in this one family in Italy, and because the disease (or its absence) doesn't show up till you're in your 40s, every generation has had kids before finding out whether they're passing it on or not.
(It's also a really fascinating example of what we don't know about prion diseases: although the famous prions -- mad cow disease -- are spread by eating infected mean, we're also slowly learning that prions can become genetic risk-factors. Creutzfeld-Jakob is another prion disease with genetic risk-factors.)
Even more annoying is that they say "reasonable efforts will be made to ensure that the bag is returned to you within 24 hours," which it probably will be, so I can't really bitch. I mean, of course I CAN bitch, but it probably won't do me any good.
