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Speed [Jan. 12th, 2012|12:54 pm]

Today I had to have my cat Speed put to sleep.  She had feline leukemia and neurological issues.

Speed was one of a litter of three feral cats born in my yard.  Her brother John Stewart passed away from similar issues, but I still have her sister Kilowog, my little buddy.  When Speed was young she came to live in the house with her brother and sister.  She got pregnant and had a litter of kittens, named Sisko, Quark, Daniels, and Tiberius, who were premature and only lived about a month despite my best efforts to bottle feed and nurture them.  Speed decided that she wanted to be an outdoor cat for a while.  She came back inside during Hurricane Irene in August.

John Stewart, Shran, Rascal, Willie, Detroit, Rose, Nightcrawler, Sisko, Quark, Daniels, and Tiberius are buried in my yard.  Smokey, Nefertiti, and Cerridwen all left the house one day and never came back.  Speed’s ashes will rest on my Bast altar.

Kilowog, Havoc, Ash and Byron will carry the kitteh torch and probably bat it underneath the refrigerator.

A priestess of Bast is a priestess of life and death.

When cats die, they go to another dimension, to live in that Old Egypt which was once here but now only exists on that other plane.  They go to the land of warm fireplaces, slow mice, chin scratches, and bowls of catnip and milk, to live with Bast and HP Lovecraft, who liked cats more than people.

I really don’t blame him.

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Social Networking [Dec. 22nd, 2011|12:59 pm]
[mood |amusedamused]

Let me tell you about the people I love on these social networking sites.

The exes who go through a big public display of blocking you because you unfriended them. Probably unnecessary since you unfriended them because you wanted them to leave you the hell alone and stop texting you to come hang out, and telling you how much they miss you, and that they still love you, and when that doesn't work they try to pick a fight and then get mad when you don't fight back . . .

The people who start drama publicly (remember kids, these sites ARE public!) and then when it bites them in the ass or when someone calls them on it, they say "WAA! I want all the drama to stop!"  Um . . .

The people who, when they see a post implying that someone is mad at them, and they think it's them but no names are mentioned, feel the need to respond to the original post with a nasty comment.  Brilliant idea, because then everyone will know that YOU, nasty commenter, are the asshole being referred to.  Way to call everyone's attention to your bad behavior when they had no clue beforehand.

The people who over-analyze every single picture or video or quote or ANYTHING you put up. Just because I post a New Order video doesn't mean I am going to slit my wrists. Don't these people have anything better to do?

Me, I'm just going to sit here with my drink and wait for the next social networking train wreck.  It gives me endless material for songwriting.
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(no subject) [Nov. 4th, 2010|09:57 am]
[mood |depresseddepressed]

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LOLCAT [Nov. 26th, 2008|10:52 am]
[mood |tiredtired]

funny pictures of cats with captions
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Today's Birthdays [Nov. 25th, 2008|10:05 am]
[mood |confusedconfused]

Ricardo Montalban is 88!  Wow!



Jill Hennessy (YES I'M STILL PISSED that Crossing Jordan ended!) is 40

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Meme [Nov. 24th, 2008|11:10 am]
[mood |geekygeeky]

Snagged from yasmeanie 

* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence along with these instructions in a note to your wall.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

"They had their capital at Calleva Atrebatum (Silchester) in North Hampshire, and their area of conquest extended from Western Surrey to the Vale of Trowbridge in Wiltshire, including Salisbury Plain."

The White Goddess, Robert Graves
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Public Service Announcement [Nov. 6th, 2008|10:09 am]
[mood |amusedamused]

William Shatner
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Skulls [Nov. 5th, 2008|09:03 am]
Monday Erik and I went to K-mart to look at the discounted Halloween merchandise.  We cheerfully filled up a shopping cart with styrofoam skulls (they were $2.50) and went to the register.  I felt an inordinate amount of glee in removing each skull from the cart and placing it on the conveyor belt and watching the dismayed look on the face of the person in front of us.

Last night we went to Wal-Mart (I KNOW, I KNOW, I'M SORRY!!!) and bought about 10 styrofoam tombstones.  See above comment about the skulls.  Although the cashier didn't even blink.  Of course, she had probably been there since 6 AM with one break.

(And as much as I love AC/DC, I will NOT buy their new album, which is apparently only being sold at Wal-Mart.  Who came up with THAT brilliant marketing scheme?)

Why are many Western cultures so wigged out about death and macabre stuff?  In China, they have picnics in graveyards on the graves of dead relatives.  Death is just a level change.
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Paradigm Shift [Nov. 5th, 2008|12:01 am]
[mood |hopefulhopeful]




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Vote Today [Nov. 4th, 2008|09:45 am]
Please remember to vote today!
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