In complete non-sequitur news, I'm so glad my psycho racist crazy-cat-lady neighbor is moving out! Every time one of her six cats stays out past suppertime, she comes over to tell us that the Mexicans next door to her like to steal and torture cats, because that's the way those people are. OMFG. And then we see the cat, like, five minutes later. Going away from her house. (It's always the same cat, too -- he's sweet, but he likes to wander. Which makes me wonder if she's ever heard of, you know, doors?)
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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.
I'm watching a piece that is chronicling, among other things, the Columbia disaster. It has a tape of the crew on re-entry, as well as the split up of the shuttle. I hadn't seen the first. Gah. It's really bringing that Feb morning all back. I'll probably have another nightmare about our mission tonight.
Every time one of her six cats stays out past suppertime, she comes over to tell us that the Mexicans next door to her like to steal and torture cats, because that's the way those people are. OMFG.
Charming.
Charming.
Yeah, and I'm not sure if it helps or hurts that she's as insane as she is racist -- the day we moved in, she came over to tell us that the cat was calling to her psychically from inside our house and could she come in to check it out. And then she started in on the Mexicans next door to her.
(um, no.)
(also, keep the frakkin' cat indoors.)
(also, buh-bye.)
On a lighter side, and Australian woman posts a brilliant Youtube response to a bit of racist hatemail.
She starts out slow, by posting the piece of hatemail with grammar and spelling errors corrected in red pen, but keep watching cause she works her way up, moving into genius territory towards the end.
Mister Kitty is very restless. He can't get comfortable. I hate this.
West coast people who record House: this week's episode runs a couple of minutes long.
Fair warning: I suspect a lot of my posts in the near future will be about cats. As if they aren't already! Mister Kitty specifically. Because I fear it is serious, as is any health issue with him, and he's old for a cat and I don't want to do that just yet. So I'm gonna need to vent and whine and fret.
And I'm trying not to fall apart watching Mister Kitty trying again to find a comfy position.
Aw. Poor bebe.
I'd crash right now, honestly, because I'm having a pity party, except I have to give him a shot a midnight. And I'm desperately trying not to call my parents because I'd bawl all over them.