Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Gone, Gone, Gone

Eliot, a.k.a. Kittylicious, a.k.a. Ghostface Killa (and my mom left me a charming message the other day calling him Ghost Killa, which makes him sound a little like a Ghostbuster) is finally gone. I dropped him off at the SPCA today, after yesterday's failed attempt.

And it turns out that being a biter and breaking skin the way he does, I was definitely right in giving him up, because he's a health hazard. And dangerous. Still so cute, but I've been very turned off to cats by this experience.

Maybe someday I'll adopt a nice cat, though. One who doesn't try to tear my legs off every moment of every day.


Monday, July 16, 2007

Harry Potter and the Big Pre-Order

I just pre-ordered the last Harry Potter book. Oh me, oh my.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


You know how every light in your house seems to burn out all at once? Someone told me it can happen when you have big electrical storms, (which we've had quite a few of recently) and I'm not sure how much I buy that theory, but almost every lightbulb in my apartment blew out this last week. So I had to change them, or risk being homicidal-psycho-jungle-cat-ed in the dark just trying to make it out the door in the evening.

The first one I had to change was in the kitchen. There aren't any chairs in the house except for the desk chairs we all have, so I grabbed mine and rolled it out to the kitchen. You maybe think you can see where this is headed: I climbed on, lightbulb in hand, spun wildly around, flew off, banged my head on the washing machine, and woke up 34 hours later in a bloody heap. No. ALMOST, though. I managed to hold my act together long enough to get the lightbulb in, and then switched on the light to admire my handywork.

I bought more lightbulbs the next night so I could complete my project, and I started with the one at the top of the stairs. The very long set of stairs. The very long, all wooden, no padding, no railing, set of stairs. Again, I wheeled my chair out. I think I may even have started to climb on when I realized, Hey, this? This is not your best idea. Last night did not kill you. This will.

So I hunted around for something I could stand on and found a folding camp chair in our living room. (Don't ask.) (Mostly because there's no one around here for me to ask, and I certainly have no answer for you.) I brought that out and had to set it riiight on the edge of the stairs. And then stood on it. And balanced oh-so-carefully. Then the cat came around to watch me, which reeally freaked me out, because if he decided to be in a pouncy mood, I'd be a goner, and he most certainly would not survive murdering me in my own household. I'm certain I have friends who would avenge that death. (Even if he's not responsible, kittylicious will take all responsibility for my death, and really for most awful things that happen in that place. Katie Grumblecakes has left for the summer - probably for Utah, suckers.)

Well. And I survived! And then it was the bathroom's turn. So I brought the chair in there and had to figure out how to dismantle the glass light fixture that has been burned out since, oh, last September, and realized that it unscrews! How nifty! Except when it unscrews and falls to the floor, and I have visions of it shattering into thirteen trillion tiny little shards all over the bathroom floor, leaving me marooned on top of a blue camp chair, able only to lap up the small bits of water I can reach from the sink faucet until someone finally thinks to come rescue me. Which thankfully did not happen. It just kinda cluncked, and I picked it up. Huh.

And then some more lightbulbs, and I almost had so many things fall on me, and I almost fell off so many times, and I think my legs were shaking a lot from adrenaline, but that wore off so now I'm not quite sure.

But I'm really appreciating being able to turn on a light.


Sunday, July 08, 2007

In The Mood To Write

I'm looking forward to a few things these days. Old friends coming to visit, and old friends moving back into my home, where they belong, and where their absence has been felt greatly these past few months. The prospect of meeting new people, and the hope that I will have the schedule to actually do it. And excursions. Oh, the excursions. I've felt so cooped-up lately, which is why I'm spending this Sunday afternoon cleaning and reading and then it's out for a nice drive and a walk around the beautiful Blue Ridge mountains. Don't get me wrong, video games are nice (okay, more than just nice), but summery days only last so long, and I can't squander these.


Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Some New Things

- I have decided to rechristen the cat (formerly Eliot, or kittylicious to those flippant among us) as Ghostface Killa. Ghostface because he is white, and therefore has a white face, and for some reason I think of ghosts as being white. (PacMan would be ashamed of me, I know, but it's just too late to change me.) Killa, because that cat is a stone cold killa - he jumped four feet in the air to kill a moth, for example. He ripped the toys I bought for him to small, feathery shreds. I came home today and his collar has completely vanished from off his little, fuzzy neck, leading me to believe that he has masticated it to such an extent as to leave no remaining fragment larger than an atom.

- I finally conceived of, created, and completed a Wal-Mart list, remembered to bring it with me, and bought only those things on the list, which turned out to be everything I needed. I know this is a personal first, and I believe it is also a first for mankind. That store does things to people to make lists void and fruitless. I have changed all that and am now considering penning a self-help book and making millions on proceeds. And blowing that on my next Wal-Mart visit, when I go only to acquire a curtain rod, some Windex, and fishing lure.

- PostSecret wasn't updated on Sunday, which makes it the first Sunday in perhaps a year when I have not voyeuristically perused other peoples' deepest, darkest parts. And then stared at the picture OtherJennifer gave me to put my own secret on and mail it in. I still don't know what to say.

- Everyone is going to Europe(/Utah), and I am still in Buena Vista. And I like it here and never want to leave, except maybe to visit Egypt.

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