The jargon convo reminds me that Google recently notified me they were making some change to something (Drive, maybe, one of those cloud things I use all the time and don’t think about a lot) to better align with industry standards and I was just so affronted. You used to be cool, Google. You didn’t let anyone else set standards, you made up your own. What happened to you, man?

Sending continuing good wishes, msbelle

Continued health~ma to your parents, msbelle.

So it looks like my senator (pthui, if only I could never speak of him again) is trying to mess with Fair Use. Not sure what fanficcers and TikTokers ever did to him, but there’s nothing here that seems actually helpful to, say, professional authors getting screwed by Disney and lots that could get AO3 taken down. [link] It’s not up for a vote yet, and AO3 legal is on it. But damnit, can’t we keep one nice thing in 2020?

Going to the store to get stuff for my mom's fudge recipe. That's about the only productive thing I plan to do today other than wrap some presents and make dinner. Well, and make the fudge.

Don't forget to eat the fudge, Jen.

Thank you all for the ~ma and the good words. Sam had surgery yesterday; the doctor said it was "tricky" but so far he's doing all right. They removed two "masses" from the liver and replaced the stent, and put in two drains. Turned out the problem was the stent the previous surgeon put in - it was the wrong size and it was leaking. Leaking bile, I assume. They're probably sending him home tomorrow. He'll need home health care. If not for Covid taking over all the hospital beds, he might have stayed in hospital. He'll probably rather go home, anyway.

I don't know if the "missing" X-rays were ever sent to the new surgeon, but it doesn't matter now; they probably took new ones anyway.

Continuing kitty~ma for Batcat, Shir.

Poor little Miley toes.

More health~ma for msbelle's parents and the whole facility.

Also, may I suggest an egg of Silly Putty is always welcome in a stocking.

I like that idea. I put a little jar of Play-Doh in all our (adult) stockings one year. That was fun. Our stockings always have chocolate, usually Ghirardelli squares, and just a bunch of random small things like flavored lip balms or keychains. Sarah loves to give "weird" foods; one year it was a package of dried crickets.

I despise corporate jargon.

Percy the Emo Cat is standing in the kitchen wailing. He wants me to come in there and pet him. Ah, here he comes to see if I'm still on the couch. Yep, and back to the kitchen to wail some more. Here he comes... nope, back to the kitchen, and wail. He wants to be petted IN THE KITCHEN, human. So of course I went in the kitchen and picked him up and loved on him until he had enough and got down and left. To go sleep on MY bed. I'd like to be reincarnated as a spoiled happy housecat.

Percy’s got it pretty darn good.

I got up and fed Miss Kitty and came back to bed and now she’s curled up on my legs again. I’ll order Chinese food to be delivered once the restaurant opens and that is it for my plans today. So very pleasant to be able to do nothing.

Well I am finally feeling a bit in the Christmas spirit this week. My searching for vintage Christmas decorations that I liked was a bust BUT in that effort I found a lady south of Baltimore who had several mid-century pottery planters that I liked, several of them lady head planters/vases [link]

I love these. So I drove down on basically empty roads and Merry Christmassed myself again.

Been catching up on all the posts I missed while I was solving my password issues here. Merry, happy to everyone, and swift healing to all Buffista loved ones who need it.

Santa was very practical in my youth and we always got multipacks of Bic pens, thick socks and a box of Cracker Jack in our stockings.

Turned out the problem was the stent the previous surgeon put in - it was the wrong size and it was leaking.

I'm not overly litigious, but they need to sue the shit out of the first surgeon.

He'll need home health care.

Which the first surgeon should be paying for, because Sam wouldn't have needed home health care if the first surgeon didn't fuck up.