Fuck! Where is my Nook?

For some reason I'm really panicky about this. Last time I remember having it was outside. Calm down, ita ! Go sign up for art class and then tidy a little. Shit happens.

So I'm cleaning out my closet, and there's at least one coat I want to get rid of, but it is heavy enough that I don't want to lug it to Goodwill! Bah. I mean, I bought it used like 10 years ago, so maybe its life is over. Or maybe I'll just put it in a shopping bag in the alley and hope someone takes it.

so we had high winds last night. lovely.

well, following that, power outages. I have not had power since around midnight. had to leave the house (it was 55 degrees in there temp falling fast, my fingers were getting pins and needles).

there is no estimate as to when power will return, so I don't know WTF we are going to do. We are homebodies! You drove us from our home!

!!

Do we go see a movie? Bring sleeping bags to my office? Volunteer at a bakery? or laundromat?

This is great: TNG Season 8

Plots from the unaired 8th season of Star Trek: The Next Generation

Q's back: he's wearing scuba gear and needs Picard's help dumping his girlfriend. Barclay accidentally locks himself outside the ship.

A transporter error quickly fills the ship with hundreds of excited dogs. Worf calls them "fools" and "disgusting".

The Enterprise must escape a temporal bubble before a nearby sun goes nova. Data and Geordi follow some train tracks to see a dead body.

A bounty on Wesley attracts increasingly dangerous space mercenaries. Geordi & Data get in a fight, divide the Enterprise in half with tape.

Middling success with the Top Chef caliber raw dog food. She is eating it from the bowl; gingerly and with many back and forths. But if I turn my back for a second she is standing behind be whimpering and the cat is firmly ensconced at the bowl.

Sounds like Darby has gotten it into her head that she can only eat with permission, and has ratcheted that anxiety up to the point that she can only believe she has permission if you are actually handing her the food. When you turn your back, she sees that as a rejection/punishment and she's very sorry she ate anything. But you've found a food that she will eat from the bowl, so this is probably going to take a lot of patience and hovering beside her while she eats and praising her the whole time until she relaxes, and then slowly slowly slowly increasing your distance and decreasing the volume of praises until she trusts that she's allowed to eat anything that's in her bowl.

Disclaimer: I am not bonny. Also, I might have watched too much Dog Whisperer. Good luck.

Argh. My dog just ate my corn muffin off the table. Good: I caught him in the act and was able to scold him. Bad: I never have to scold him and now did a few hours before we drop him off at his kennel that he hasn't been to in years. Someone remind me doggie reward/punishment memories aren't that long and he's not going to associate being kenneled with being scolded.

Of course, he used to love that kennel, so if he did make the association, it'd probably be a positive one. Oh well, I still have brushing to do, so we'll have happy dog time before he goes. I'm glad it's opened back up, and he loves the people, but I'm also kinda sad we won't have him on this vacation after planning it that way to begin with. It will give us more flexibility on the trip, though.

have you all see the deer woman blog?

one picture isn't work safe (no naughty bits, just suggestive. the rest are just odd.

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So, I didn't sign up for art class. I got all confused. I don't know if I should sign up for beginner or intermediate. So I'm going to let the teacher make the choice, which means portfolio review, which means it happens at some point in the future, so I'm now waiting for a call or an email.

Beginner=back to figure drawing fundamentals, always good, help with artist's block, great potential for impatience and frustration...so I dunno. I am no good at self-evaluation, so I willingly throw myself into the arms of a stranger.

Mustnotclickonitaslinks. Mustnotclickonitaslinks. Mustnotclickonitaslinks.

In other news, ita !, as I was introducing Wide Sargasso Sea on Friday, one of my students announced that she was Jamaican on one side of the family. We started having a conversation and she casually mentioned that her (uncle? grandfather?) family member used to be Prime Minister. I wondered if her family knew yours immediately.

Uh, what's the first letter of her surname, if that's not too much information? I'm assuming she's related to one of the white PMs, of which there are a metric shit-tonne.