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|Tuesday, February 26th, 2013|
|Wednesday, February 13th, 2013|
Found out there's a sixth volume of the Finder
yaoi series...apparently it's been out for a while. This makes me irrationally happy.
Oh, and the Ridiculously Tall Boyfriend left for basic training on the third (our first anniversary <3), and I signed back up for college (still need to get financial aid), and other actual life-altering stuff. But BOYPORN YAY.
Priorities: I haz them. Current Mood: i has a sad. :(
|Sunday, December 16th, 2012|
|Thursday, November 8th, 2012|
|When Harry Met Percy
Nearly a month ago, I was at work when I heard something meowing outside the door. I opened it, and a long-haired Siamese kitten jumped out from under my car onto my face. O.O I fell instantly in love with him, but figured there was no way I could afford to keep him, so after a couple weeks at my grandparents' house (I kept him quarantined from the other cats, just in case), I gave him to a cat rescue to be neutered and microchipped, and was in the process of convincing some friends to take him. I figured that even if I couldn't keep him, I'd at least be able to visit him every now and then.
Meanwhile, my car insurance renewal came up, and my payments were reduced by half (!), leaving me with about $140 extra a month.* The kitten, whom I had named Harry Potter (because he has a white streak across his face and I found him on my doorstep), came home from the rescue, "just for a couple hours" while I did some chores. Mom saw how beautifully he interacted with the other cats, in particular her kitten Jubilee, and agreed that he could stay. :)
It's been four days since Harry came home, and he's fitting in like he's been there his whole life. Jubilee is madly in love with him, and the adult cats are thrilled that she's not pestering them nearly as much. The kittens chase and play with each other nonstop; it's better than television. Mom actually thanked
me for bringing him home, and told me it's one of the best decisions I've ever made. :)
Also? I'm 99% sure that Harry's a Ragdoll. Yes, I managed to find a SECOND rescued Ragdoll, randomly wandering the streets! He even had a collar (no tags), and I've had three separate rescues combing the lost and found ads for an owner, but no one has claimed him, and there are no ads for a lost kitten matching his description. So he's mine now. :) Judging by his state (v. skinny, filthy, covered in poop, fleas), he'd been on his own for a very long time...I estimated his age at three months, but when the vet examined him, she pegged him at closer to six months old! He has chocolate points, with four white mitts, and he has the same insanely affectionate, puppylike personality that Percy does, with some extra clinginess from gratitude for literally saving his life. He follows me from room to room and even greets me at the door when I come home. And he's a shoulder cat: he loves to ride on my shoulder, nibbling on my earlobe (a habit that is actually kind of annoying). His paws are huge, and since Ragdolls take several years to mature, he'll probably end up a 12-lb lunker just like Percy. All in all, I am fairly comfortable identifying him as a purebred Ragdoll, and he'll be wonderful company for Percy after I've moved out of Mom's house; they're already grooming each other!
*Yes, my insurance was over $270 a month. This is because I a) am still paying on a new-ish car and b) I am a terrible driver, and my record reflects that. Current Mood: content
|Friday, August 31st, 2012|
|Sweet Jesus Murphy, it's the Boggan kithbook!
It may be ten years overdue and not entirely official, but some thoughtful soul(s) have gone to the trouble of compiling and editing a rather professional-looking version
of the closest thing we'll likely ever get to Kithbook: Boggan
. It's chock full of all kinds of goodies, with both black-and-white AND colour illustrations, and includes new merits and flaws, backgrounds, treasures, and even a new offshoot kith of Russian boggans, the Domovye. The boggans have never been my favourite (I'm a nocker girl at heart), but this helps spackle a major hole in the C:tD
universe. Now if they'd only release online, or better yet, meatspace versions of The Book of Glamour
and Keys to the Kingdom
, I'd be a happy gamer indeed. Current Mood: pleased
|Thursday, August 30th, 2012|
|Just call me Lois Lane.
The Ridiculously Tall Boyfriend swore in today and will be joining the Army as an EMT. I am officially dating a superhero. :D Current Mood: proud.
|Thursday, August 23rd, 2012|
|My dreams are weird.
The Ridiculously Tall Boyfriend (as I have coded him) and I have entered the inevitable state of coupledom in which mutual living arrangements are reasonably imminent (the exact state of imminence yet to be determined). As part of this imminence, I dreamt that we acquired a lovely little yellow house, ranch-style, with peeling paint and double doors. For some reason dream-me brought as luggage a ten-foot-long fishing pole with a net wide enough to encompass commercial quantities of mackerel. This was of course the first thing I insisted on bringing into our new home. A group of strangers crossing our brown, deceased lawn were highly complimentary of my net.*
We entered, and an adorable calico kitten frisked up. I asked the RTB if we could keep it. "Well, maybe." We rounded a corner, and there was its mother, nursing a litter of three improbably younger kittens, along with a dilute calico Persian and a long-haired seal point Siamese, which I determined to be the father. I asked if we could keep ALL of the cats, which received an emphatic "No." Other than the inexplicable feline infestation, the house itself was nice, furnished in lime and sky-blue furniture, which sounds atrocious but in fact was quite tasteful. At that point I noticed a canary in a cage, and was making plans to run out for bird seed, when I woke up.
*If you know what I mean.**
**Because I certainly don't. Current Mood: i just don't even.
|Saturday, July 21st, 2012|
|The heart of a dog, volume II.
I've been sitting on this for a while, but it was finally confirmed yesterday, and the event took place today.
A few months after Tai passed in January, Mom started talking about getting another dog. We discussed a few breeds--another Peke, Pug, French Bulldog--and she ultimately settled on a Pomeranian (of which I am VERY glad, because her second choice was a Doberman, and there is no way either one of us is prepared, mentally or physically, to cope with the energy and dominance of a Dobe). She wanted to purchase a puppy from a breeder, but I suggested adopting one from a shelter, both to avoid the long hard slag of puppyhood and for the chance to give a dog in need a good home. So we clicked on "Pomeranians" on Petfinder, and the very first local result was this little guy
. (There was also a female available, and for a minute Mom considered adopting them both, but when we inquired about her the shelter said she had been microchipped and the owners claimed her, so, you know, good on that.) We went to the shelter last week and met him, just to make sure he wasn't incurably vicious or hyper or shy or possessive or any other potential temperament concern. He is none of the above, and is in fact a sparkling pixie of delight, so Mom applied for him, and after a week the shelter told her that she was approved to foster.
He's 8 lbs and three years old, and was found as a stray with heartworm, which makes him special needs. He went through the arduous heartworm treatment (seriously, I looked it up: it's incredibly dangerous and involves arsenic, so always use preventative, y'all), and is now officially clean, but he's still a bit frail and needs time to recover before he can be neutered, hence why Mom is technically fostering and not adopting yet: all animals must be spayed or neutered before they are permanently rehomed. The shelter folks also gave Mom some antibiotics (to be given twice a day until they run out) and joint supplements (to be given for the rest of his life, because heartworm can permanently weaken joints).
We took him home tonight, and he settled right in like he's been here his whole life, pouncing into his brand-new doggie bed and trotting at our heels. He's incredibly sweet and surprisingly quiet for a Pomeranian: he hasn't barked at all, and only whimpered once for about two seconds during the drive home. He'll probably get more vocal as he settles into the house. Percival met him at the baby gate (he's confined to the kitchen and bathroom until we're confident of his housebreaking, because he's an unknown quantity and small dogs often have issues), the new guy sniffed him, and Percy actually hissed and ran off. I hadn't even known Percy could do that! Elphaba stayed upstairs and presumably will live there for the foreseeable future.
As for his name...the shelter was calling him Saboo, but Mom and I agreed that name simply wouldn't do, and he was duly christened Mr. Darcy. I suspect that this Mr. Darcy will be significantly less reserved than his namesake. Current Mood: pleased
|Wednesday, April 11th, 2012|
|The L word...
...has been unleashed.
I'm thinking he's a keeper. :) Current Mood: capital-L-loved.
|Wednesday, April 4th, 2012|
|"Fuzzy bunny balls" would be a great name for a rock band.
We moved Sugar to our house, and during her free time she started humping Percy. I thought, huh, that's weird, I didn't know female rabbits did that. I looked it up, and, well...they don't. I flipped "her" and saw tiny fuzzy bunny balls. (My actual thought process: "Dammit, I can't find the vulva, these round fuzzy things keep getting in the--oh. OH.") Teal deer: Sugar Kane is now Sugar Daddy. >.< I feel like a moron for having an animal for three solid months and not knowing its correct gender.* Fortunately neutering is less expensive than spaying, and I am assured that male rabbits make better pets than females, so, you know, there's that. This does suddenly explain a LOT about Sugar's personality: the extroversion, the in-your-face attitude, and the scent-marking (NOT urinating, as he's litter box-trained; I mean facial scent glands). Apparently females are more reserved and, well, bitchy.
That aside, Sugar is a delight around the house. Everything he does is amusing or adorable or hilarious or awww-inspiring, or sometimes all four at once: binking (high kicks and jumps signifying joy), stretching out on his tummy to sleep, peeking around and darting back behind furniture, digging into piles of blankets, rolling around on the carpet, chasing the cats. Mom was reluctant to move Sugar over here because she thought the cats would terrorize "her," but right from the first he hopped directly up to them, nose to twitching nose. They treat him exactly like he's another cat: Percy did his usual HI NEW BEST FRIEND! I LOVE YOU! right up until the humping when he switched to WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?, and Elphaba freaked, hissed, and ran for the safety of the gated stairs.
I know I sound like a broken record, but I thought rabbits were these boring things that sat in a cage all the time; I NEVER, EVER, in a million years thought they could be such wonderful pets. And so much lower-maintenance than I expected! Everything I read made me think it was almost as much work as a horse or a large parrot: that they were delicate and demanding and would die at the drop of a hat. Sugar is much more robust personality-wise, and while there's some daily maintenance on the cage, it's NOTHING like what I expected. I'd describe it as much more work than a hamster, but slightly less than a dog. Heck, my rats were harder to care for. And now that I don't have to drive a half-mile every day to my grandparents', the workload has decreased even more.
*To be fair, a) a rabbit's testicles don't drop until it's 4-5 months old, and b) I have no intention of breeding so it doesn't actually matter. Still and all. Current Mood: bunificent.
|Thursday, March 15th, 2012|
|Bunny and boyfriend.
So, the play that necessitated Sugar's existence in my life has come and gone, and in a less-than-shocking plot twist, I have decided to keep her. Because we never saw THAT one coming, amiright? This is partly assisted by the passing of a) duh, Tai and b) Grinch The World's Oldest Hamster, who departed this earthly realm at a formidable 5 1/2 years. I am currently setting aside a portion of each paycheck in a Bunny Spay Fund, because spaying eliminates a) hormone-driven behavioral problems and b) the 50/50 chance of uterine cancer which could cut her potential ten-year lifespan down to four.
She's really sort of delightful; I always thought of rabbits as being these nervous, timid creatures that sat in a cage all day, but she's very outgoing for a rabbit, thanks to my OCD-level socialization efforts beginning at 13 weeks of age. She will get totally all up in your business, run around like a march hare, kick up her heels, play hide-and-seek, and even hop right up to total strangers at PetCo and nibble their pant legs. Last night I was doing a crossword while she ran around Gramma's bedroom (she's still living at my grandparents'), and felt a THUMP next to me. I looked and she had jumped two feet in the air to get onto the bed!
My first date has turned into my first boyfriend, and we are currently celebrating one month and twelve days of relationship-ness. <3 We're planning on a trip to Motor City Comic Con in May, and it was his idea to go cosplaying as....
(brace yourselves, y'all)
Gambit and Rogue. OFFICIALLY BESTEST MOST PERFECT BOYFRIEND EVER, FOR SERIOUSES. <3 <3 <3 He'll need to dye his hair, which makes me a little sad (he's SUCH a lovely blond), and I'll need to add white streaks, but he just got a new job that pays ridiculously well, and since he's living with his mom until he goes into the Army this fall he doesn't need to pay rent, so he offered to buy me a costume online, as well as one for himself. FOR SERIOUSES. <3 <3 <3
Granted, he also considers seeing me in a spandex catsuit as more of a gift for himself. :) Current Mood: happy
|Saturday, February 4th, 2012|
|The best day of my life, so far.
I kinda have a boyfriend now.
:D :D :D :D :D
I don't want to go into TOO much detail, but suffice to say that Sherlock Holmes 2
is the best movie that I barely remember at all. And I am, ah, overcoming my tactile defensiveness quite nicely. :)
(Mom: "You weren't being vulgar at the theater, I hope."
Me: "No, we weren't vulgar...at the theater.")
And no, this is not rushed. We have known one another for several years, and hung out several times a week for about a year, discussing everything under the sun. He's seen me in my pajamas, he's seen me through multiple panic attacks and social anxiety, he's seen me the one and only time I was ever falling-down drunk. We're already very well-acquainted, and I had expressed interest nearly a year ago; it just took Mr. Oblivious that long to clue in (we're both a leeeetle emotionally repressed, and he's only slightly more extroverted than I am). :) Current Mood: twitterpated.
|Thursday, February 2nd, 2012|
So...you know that friend of my sister's that I mentioned I had a short-lived crush on? It wasn't really all that short-lived, but I kept it tamped down because I didn't think he liked me back and I REALLY liked and respected him as a friend and didn't want to make things all awkward with unreturned emotions.
Well, it turns out he kind of does. And he kind of asked me out. And we kind of have a date tomorrow.
:D :D :D :D :D [ad infinitum]
Did I mention he's tall and blond and skinny? And has glasses? And is a huge nerd and is completely adorable and funny and crazy intelligent and wears freaking bowler hats
with tweed vests?
Because omg, yes.
*insert infinite squeeage* Current Mood: EEEEE!!!!!
|Friday, January 20th, 2012|
|The worst day of my life (so far).
Tai passed late last night. His pulmonary edema was too advanced. Am alternately numb and crying (generally the latter when I remember him as a tiny four-week-old puppy who fit in the palm of my hand, like the world's tiniest Ewok), and consistently devastated. My only consolation is a) it was an unpreventable genetic condition, basically a ticking time bomb in his chest and b) I took action the instant I noticed a problem and did everything I could.
I "breed shop" in my head all the time, but right now I can't even think about getting another dog. I can't think of anything but my little throw pillow with a digestive system. Thank the gods I have Percy; I'm sure he's sick of getting hugged and cried on.
I elected for cremation, and took a lock of hair today; I opted to view him when the vet gave me the option, and I'm glad I did, though it was pretty much as awful as you'd think. Apparently he went very peacefully and wasn't in any pain, so, you know, there's that. Everything at home reminds me of him: toys scattered around, food bowls, his crate, the baby gate to keep him out of the living room because he was a senior toy breed and couldn't always hold it--EVERYTHING. This doesn't even seem real.
Just a little cough. All he had was a cough.
|Thursday, January 19th, 2012|
|The heart of a dog.
Tai was coughing and acting listless today, so I took him to the vet. He was diagnosed with congestive heart failure caused by a congenital heart defect--fairly common in Pekingese. The vet showed me x-rays of the fluid in his lungs and stomach, and told me if I hadn't brought him in he certainly would not have lasted the night...he deteriorated before my eyes, from a slight cough while remaining alert and wagging his tail when I packed him in his carrier, to slumped over with labored breathing in the exam room. He is currently in critical condition, and is staying overnight at the vet's office. I am told that if he makes it through the night his prognosis is good, and he would need to be on heart medication for the rest of his life. Am sort of numb and dazed at the moment.
Oh, and Mom adopted another cat on Saturday. A six-year-old long-haired calico named Ivy. More details when I'm not completely stunned. Current Mood: my poor princess boy.
|Thursday, December 15th, 2011|
We got the rabbit last week...she's a pink-eyed white from a litter recommended to us by a local rescue. Mom has named her Sugar, which I tried to improve slightly with the surname Kowalczyk from Some Like It Hot
. We picked her because she was the most outgoing and stood on her hind legs begging to be held, thus demonstrating the confident, assertive personality needed for a life on the stage. She's living at my grandparents' right now, and has already befriended their dachshund through cage bars and with supervision.
I always thought that rabbits were these boring, quiet, nervous animals that ignored you, but I've discovered that they have delightful personalities after all...sort of like a cross between a cat and a rodent. She still isn't terribly fond of being lifted, but she'll come right up to me if I pretend like I'm doing something else, and seems to enjoy snuggles. The house we got her from had two dogs and three kids under the age of 11, so she's used to noise and activity. We took her down to the read-through, and the actors just love her; we already got an offer of adoption from the girl who plays the oldest daughter (I say 'girl,' but she's 24 and lives with roommates). We may end up keeping her after all, though...she's an absolute doll. Sugar will receive her own biography in the program, just like all the other actors, and I will be listed under the official title of Rabbit Wrangler. :D
Also I found out that both the third volume of Primeval
and the fifth book in the Finder
series*, which I have been collecting in some earnest (I have discovered the joy and wonder that is gay Japanese bondage porn, aka yaoi--go me) are released on the name day: January 10th. I know where my money's going that day!
*Which, incidently, is surprisingly hard-core stuff. I bought it at Schuler's, an independent bookstore in GR, and it was wrapped in plastic, so I thought, ooh, yummy Fake
-style boy porn! I opened it up and SWEET JESUS MURPHY we're not in Kansas anymore. This is WAY more explicit than anything that happens in Fake
. I may see if I can pick up some more of its ilk at Motor City Comic Con...I know they always have at least one manga booth set up. Current Mood: cheerful
|Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011|
|So yeah, it's officially an obsession.
My sister is moving, so she gave me the remainder of her platies. We now have five in the ten-gallon: the remaining female, an adult male, a subadult male, and two juveniles (male and female). All are healthy and active.
Then I went to PetCo last night, and noticed one of the tanks had three tiny (and I mean TINY!) baby molly fry in them. The only molly in the tank was long-dead and being eaten by a catfish, and it was only a matter of time before the other cats spotted the fry and started on them. I pointed them out to my sister, and she said, "If you want 'em, take 'em. They'll just end up being eaten." So I took home three tiny (and I mean TINY! Like three days old! They're smaller than my pinky nail!) baby mollies for basically free, aside from a dollar donation to PetCo-sponsored charities. The tank said they were neon butterfly mollies, which Google confirms are quite pretty.* Molly care is fairly similar to platy care, except they like a bit more salt in the water: semi-brackish conditions. I added water from the platy tank into a spare 2 1/2 gallon, poured a quarter-teaspoon of salt, and plopped them in. They seem fine so far, although when I turned on the filter one of them got sucked in! It managed to wriggle free, thank goodness. So I'll need to get a fry-friendly sponge filter, but those are pretty cheap.
FYI, baby mollies are the cutest objects on the planet. To quote Futurama
, "It's like if puppies and kittens had babies!" I can't stop staring at them and cooing over them, and I'm scared to death that I'll make a mistake. I really want these little guys to make it. Once they're adults, I'll move them up to the 30 gallon with the platies (after the goldfish have moved to the 55 gallon, of course).
*And expensive, may I add, at least for mollies; PetCo sells the adults for nearly $4 each, compared to $1.99 for regular mollies. Current Mood: molly molly molly!
|Wednesday, November 16th, 2011|
|Of hair and hares.*
Two major things of import:
1. Cut off all my hair and dyed it purple. Not bright
purple, as my skin is apparently too sensitive for bleach, just a dark plum, but still...purple! As for style, I aimed for Abby from Primeval
but it didn't work, and ended up with something more approaching a goth Audrey Hepburn, with a touch of Ziggy Stardust. In other words, perfect. :)
2. My mother will be doing props for a play called The Effect of Gamma Rays on Marigolds on the Moon
(seriously, that's the title), and one of the props required is a live white rabbit. So we will apparently be fostering a rabbit for the months leading up to the show, since it needs to be socialized at a young enough age so it can be comfortable being passed around on stage. Of the eleventy billion different kinds of animals I've had since I was a zygote, this will be my first-ever experience with a rabbit. Mom suggested that the program mention that the rabbit is available for adoption through whatever rescue we get it, to increase the odds that it gets a nice home. We already have a cage and it will probably live in the back room to keep the cats from getting at it...Elphaba has CRAZY prey drive, and while Percy's less intense his presence would likely stress it out.
Oh, and I already pre-emptively named it: Bunnicula, natch, :)
*Yes, I know rabbits and hares are technically two completely different families, but come ON. The title writes itself! Current Mood: cheerful
|Monday, October 31st, 2011|
|Fish fish fish fish fish!
Have been deeply into fish lately. Moved Mom's pond goldfish into 30 gallon indoors, and will eventually upgrade to 55 gallon. Ziggy died (the cat snagged him), and I secured his tank and acquired a green betta, Darby O'Gill. In addition, Mom went out and bought some male guppies for the 10 gallon, and we adopted (yes, with papers and everything) a pair of female red wag platies from PetCo; apparently a customer had a litter or clutch or whatever you call groups of baby fish, and dropped them off. I've adopted animals in the past, but never fish! They were in a tank with eight million young Jack Dempseys, and while they weren't actively harrassed, you could tell they were nervous where they were, so we added them to the tank. They'll be moved up to the 30 gallon once the goldfish vacate it...I've basically played musical tanks for months!
Also, Sally and Justin were officially approved for a house, and she doesn't want to move her full 29 gallon tank, so she's giving me the three remaining platies inhabiting it (all red wags). They'll be put in yet another temporary 10 gallon until I can get the big tank set up.
|Monday, August 8th, 2011|
|My new life, such as it is.
Moved back in with Mom. Not so bad so far. Have been organizing her house, as her idea of neatness consists of magazines stacked in wicker baskets all over the floor, so have been teaching the concept of vertical space (shelves are your friend!). Still have snakes, as offer of $50 extra per month will eliminate all but the worst phobias. Also bought a new betta, an orange double-tail half-moon plakat (try saying it all in one breath!) male named Ziggy. Mom is madly in love with Percival, as well she should be, and now wants a Ragdoll of her very own.
Have been doing girl's night out at local gay bar with my sister and some of her theater friends, who have now become my friends. Had intense but short-lived crush on male-shaped friend of hers, which disappeared once it was confirmed that, while he likes me well enough, he otherwise has no interest whatsoever. Which, meh. It happens.
Am now on Adderall, after a month-long absence. I started taking it in March, and the people around me have commented on the profound improvement it has had on my work and social skills. My sister, who was always rather critical of my behaviour and we didn't get along terribly well for years, now says that I am a pleasure to be around and she feels like she's finally met the real me. Get this: my tactile defensiveness has been so greatly reduced, I can actually touch people
. I can touch strangers
. Strangers can shake my hand and I no longer flinch and recoil! Human skin no longer feels like worms! I can tolerate physical contact! I can act like a normal person! I can finally have a boyfriend!
The only side effects seem to be a) heinous dry mouth and b) sporatic bursts of random anger if I have too much caffeine while medicated. Small amounts are okay, but I have to limit myself to one cup a day. Other side effects include improved social skills and extreme, but not manic, productivity. When I was on Wellbutrin, I thought
I was happy and productive (I organized all of Mom's kitchen cabinets in an hour), but in reality I was manic; while I thought things were just swell, everyone around me suffered. A few days after my first dose of Adderall, I looked around my room and thought, "Wow, I am living in filth," and began to calmly clean and organize, unlike the frantic cleaning binge I did on Wellbutrin. It's normal, healthy productivity. I'm normal
. Current Mood: calm