The good thing about Oz is that seems to learn. He drank milk twice, got sick, and ever since he avoids it. I hope this will be his first and last foray into chocolate.
Oz is a smarter cat than Kittenish then. Which is horrible for me to type because she's pretty awesome. But, oh wow, does she still want to nom cheese. Like a frat boy doing a kegstand.
I watched it, and didn't think either goal was bad - the onside call was very close, but I didn't think it was a blown call or out of line with how I've seen a lot of calls go. The penalty was clearly justified; definitely a deliberate tackle and not a dive.
In any case, despite their opinion on the calls, both announcers clearly thought that Mexico far outplayed France, which to me is key. Bad calls are part of the game. It's a shame if they radically affect the outcome, but I'd rather have that than replay everything to death.
Agreed on both bad calls and today's play - I generally like both teams, but les bleus just weren't playing today. Very static, not a lot of team coherence, and just generally meh. Mexico had the momentum, and outplayed them regardless of whether the onside was right or wrong.
Yes, I fear the Francophone-Spanish office rivalry was not served at all by this one--and going forward I'm not sure anyone besides Cote d'Ivoire has any hope of advancing the Francophone cause.
ETA: I had to resort to making clafoutis to make myself feel better.
That should be a lot of stuff, and yet. looking around. SO MUCH MORE!
I swear, the stuff multiplies behind your back as you pack.
my little cousin is too cute, he just sent me this song: go to this page: [link]
and scroll down on the myplay list until you get to the song Ohio.
Vortex, right? my books have absolutely multiplied.
food tonight:
mostly perishable, but I made a vinegrette, finished off the last of the honey, and used up a bottle of marinade getting chicken ready for tomorrow.
This is not me at all. Not in the least. Nope. Nuh-uh.
That essay (I'm calling it an essay, all right?) and the comments made me feel a lot better about my pathetic self. Well, no, it didn't really, but I felt less freakish. "Reasonable goals", you say? Interesting idea.
There are no songs about girls named Elizabeth.
sits back and waits for a list of such songs, in 3... 2... 1...
(Nicknames don't count, and I hate that song you're thinking of.)
(You were thinking of "Beth"! Admit it!)
Leave the introvert kids alone, stupid adults out there in Everyone-Should-Be-Friends-Land! You're giving me horrific flashbacks to my childhood. Happiest time of life, my heiney.
I have coloring books, but I can't find my crayons. Coloring is as close as I get to being creative these days.
I would like some lasagne. Oh, well. I would also like some spaghetti with a good hearty meat sauce. I hate marinara sauce unless it's on cheese sticks or shrimp.
sits back and waits for marinara sauce discussion
Cats can't eat milk, can they? I mean, don't they always throw it up? I don't know, honestly; I've never had a cat who liked milk.
I don't hate my job, really, but right now? I Hate my JOB. I want a vacation. Six months should be long enough. Fuck it, I'm going to bed.
"Reasonable goals", you say? Interesting idea.
Granted, I'm on, like, Day Three of Having Reasonable Goals so it's an experiment in progress.