SailAweigh, I'm an anthropologist too! Or used to be. Is there a new secret handshake now?
Mal: Go on. Get in there. Give your brother a thrashing for messing up your plan. River: He takes so much looking after.
'Objects In Space'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Zenkitty - Jan 22, 2006 3:24:10 pm PST #1977 of 10002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
aurelia - Jan 22, 2006 3:24:38 pm PST #1978 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I lost Gilda in the box-spring within hours of bringing them home. Then I lost both of them under the dresser. I think Rosie is getting to big to fit under the dresser, now.
Hotel rooms often have those beds that seem solid to the floor all the way around except for the couple of feet closest to the headboard. Petri was good at finding those, but shaking the treat container always brought him out.
DavidS - Jan 22, 2006 3:28:00 pm PST #1979 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
....and in the incredible roller coaster weekend, we just had a crappy late afternoon and early evening.
I was cracking a dish towel at Emmett (he had a pillow up in defense and I was popping the pillow) and the towel snaked around and got him good. Stinging pain and a lovely welt. Tears and guilt just before JZ's Mom arrived. Then we went out and he was quiet and withdrawn - which sucked because JZ's Mom had ventured into the city just to see him.
Stopped at the magic shop which is next to the ginger cake place and had to deny Emmett's umpteenth request for handcuffs. Pouting which cake could not alleviate. A return trip to the magic shop and he was desultory and still pouty about the handcuffs when he got a novelty toy. On the way home JZ's Mom wanted to check out a bookstore. More sullenness at this imposition. Then he wiped out on his scooter.
I talked to him about the moodiness, but that brought on tears and I didn't have the heart to press it since I'm still feeling guilty about the towel-pop which is exactly where the afternoon went sour.
He's now retreated to his room with the door closed which is a rare occurrence.
Fuckety. One step forward and two steps back.
SailAweigh - Jan 22, 2006 3:38:29 pm PST #1980 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Zenkitty, I never actually worked as an anthropologist, just got my B.A. in it. If there was/is a secret handshake I can't say I ever knew of it.
Hec, shit happens. This is a good time for Emmett to learn that. I'm sure you guys will get it worked out to the better.
msbelle - Jan 22, 2006 3:52:22 pm PST #1981 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
AW David, sucky days and moodiness are draining for everyone and unfortunately don't even always have a reason. I am not looking forward to teenage years. I know I will be getting it from both sides, cause my Mom and Dad will just love to remind me what a charmer I was at that age.
§ ita § - Jan 22, 2006 3:53:14 pm PST #1982 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I have a sternum on display on my living room. But I think the cat skeletons are beyond where I'd go.
I don't think I'm getting the same DVIs as you guys. Or I'm napping through the B stories.
FTR, Urth Caffe rocks for people watching, but that nagging feeling that you should know the very able-looking guys who parked their Rolls in the handicapped spot can get distracting.
Lee - Jan 22, 2006 3:59:45 pm PST #1983 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I had another nice day today, in SF with Juliana. First we went to a massive street fair in China Town, then had very good Chinese food, and then watched a movie, and now I am home and temporarily vegging out before I do some chores.
Zenkitty - Jan 22, 2006 3:59:57 pm PST #1984 of 10002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Sail, I'm the same: got my B.A., worked one season on a dig, and then went off to do non-academic things.
Cass - Jan 22, 2006 4:00:50 pm PST #1985 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I don't think I'm getting the same DVIs as you guys. Or I'm napping through the B stories.FWIW, the DUI ep of DVI was right at the beginning of me watching the show and I think you and I got hooked by the same person at the same time. Not that I remember when that was. Or who. But I saw the ep early in my DVI watching.
JZ - Jan 22, 2006 4:03:43 pm PST #1986 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Blergh. Hec has taken Emmett outside for comfort and private conference. I feel so bad for sad hurty Emmett, and bad for guilty Hec, and bad for my disappointed mom, and extra-bad because all I could do to make anything better was give my mom an extra hug when saying goodbye to her. Hec's all on edge and doesn't want to be talked at or hovered over, and Emmett's in pain and miserable and has lately been wobbling back and forth between being fond of me and regarding me as an interloper in his life, so now that the mom-hugging is done, all I can do is make myself invisible. Bleargh.
On the upside, I did a good deed for a small helpless mammal today: somebody abandoned a kitten in a box on the front steps of my church, and I warmed it and cuddled and coddled it and then my mom and I drove all over Berkeley looking for a veterinary hospital to drop it off to. Poor wee beastie, pretty little calico, riddled with fleas and underfed but clearly sociable and people-friendly and delighted to be held and cosseted. Also, for its tiny size, a mighty purrbucket.
I'm torn between being glad that the abandoner at least had the sense to leave the kitten at the front door of a building full of charitable kindly folks, and profoundly annoyed that the abandoner just imposed on everyone else's goodwill like that. You take in a baby mammal and then find that for whatever reason you can't keep it, the answer is not to stuff it in a box, find a friendly-looking doorway and hope for the best. Call a shelter, call a vet, take some fucking responsibility!
Grrr. Fucking humans. ::kicks human race, except Buffistas::