sareini: A quote from the book Good Omens (Good Omens)
Because the Friday Five was a little late this (last?) week...

1. What is your current main mode of transportation? e.g. car, bike, subway, walking etc.
2. Are you satisfied with your current main mode of transportation (answer to question 1)? Why?
3. Do you think you'll change your means of transit soon? e.g. buy a car, get rid of your car, walk more etc.? If so why?
4. If time distance and money were not factors how do you prefer to get from point A to point B?
5. What was your worst transit experience?

1. It's a combination of walking (very short distances as I don't like to go out), buses and taxis. I'd walk more if the anxiety didn't leave me a shut-in most of the time.

2. Taxis are expensive, but they're the only way to get to some places (like the vets, or home from grocery shopping at Tesco's). Buses are cheaper but often crowded and I occasionally get the paranoid belief that people on the bus are watching me or reading my thoughts. I like walking but it takes the longest and that doesn't fare well for the anxiety. So in conclusion, all my modes of transport have their problems, but they're not things I can easily fix so I'm stuck with them.

3. I'd like to walk more, but see above. The longer I'm out of the house, the more I panic; plus I get paranoid that people are going to randomly shout abuse at me from passing cars. So unless I win the lottery and hire a chauffeur or wake up tomorrow completely cured of all my mental illnesses, I can't see anything changing.

4. Trains. Trains are nice. Yes, they can get crowded too, but you can wedge yourself into a window seat and just stare out the window at the pretty countryside and play cow/sheep/horse spotting for the entire journey.

5. Oh, this one might be a long one. Way, way back in 2001 Nick and I went on holiday to Disneyland Paris (the holiday itself was great). On leaving day, we went to get on the coach to take us to the airport... only to be denied by the driver who believed we were scamming a ride (he thought our tickets were invalid). Eventually we got proof from the travel agent that the tickets were fine, but we had to get a different coach and so missed our plane. Then we spent eight hours in Charles De Gaulle airport trying to get another flight, being told we needed about £600 to even get put on a list for tickets and discovering that the airport actually closed at midnight, before our travel agent finally stepped in and saved us before we had to go native or find an underground poker game in the hopes that Nick could win us the money to get home without having to use me as collateral. Did I mention that Nick spoke all of two words of French and so I had to translate/negotiate everything?

(from here.

Box Wars

May. 28th, 2017 01:39 pm
sareini: "Little one, I would like to see anyone - prophet, king or god - persuade 1000 cats to do anything at the same time." (1000 cats)
There are two large cardboard boxes in the office. One is what the cat tree came in; I can't remember what the other one once contained, but it doesn't matter. The boxes now belong to the cats.

When it gets too hot, I often find Lily snoozing in one of them. Callie likes to chew on them (for reasons known only to her; she's a devil for cardboard) or practice shredding things with her claws on them. And today I just got to witness a half-hour game of Box Wars.

The rules of Box Wars seem to be quite simple: there is a box, and both cats want to be in the box. But there is only room for one cat in the box, and so they must fight, beguile, chase and/or trick the cat in the box into coming out of the box. Then they can get into the box, and everything starts again.

Of course, just being a human there's probably a lot of stuff I'm missing (is there a points system? Fouls? Do the rules change depending on the number of cats?), but at the same time there is endless amusement in watching Lily and Callie chasing each other, batting each other, pouncing and rolling and generally having immense fun just so they can sit in a box for a minute or so.

Still Hot

May. 26th, 2017 02:47 pm
sareini: (surprised)
It's 24 degrees C (and likely to get hotter). I've published a review (Intruders) and now have ice cream.

I'd say anything else I do today is a bonus.
sareini: (hiding)
According to the AccuWeather app on my phone, right now it is 25 degrees Celcius. For most of the day it has been 23 degrees C.

I am not one of those people who enjoys the heat. For one thing, I have severe hay fever that's been a constant companion for all my life (my brother is the same; he was once offered immunotherapy - basically they wanted to inject him with small amounts of pollen daily - for his because we're both so bad with it). It can start as early as March and be with me all the way to October or even November. Eyes itch, twitch, sting and swell shut; nose dries up so badly it bleeds spontaneously and itches, and the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat itch painfully, among other symptoms. So that's one reason to avoid going outside in this weather I am basically allergic to ALL THE POLLEN. ALL OF IT.

Secondly, I am possessed of a skin type that can be best described as "translucent". One of the reasons I don't bother with makeup is that even the palest foundation is usually still a few shades darker than my skin. Which wouldn't be that bad, except that I also don't feel it when I burn. I just go from 0 to lobster without any warning signs. And skin cancer runs in my family (I was 8 or 9 before I discovered that you don't automatically have to have all your moles removed when you reach a certain age. My mother was of the same skin type, and had grown up in the 40s and 50s on a beach in Ireland, back when they didn't know about the dangers of too much sun, so when I was growing up she was usually at the dermatologist clinic every six months or so to have another dodgy mole removed.) so I like to take precautions now. Generally those precautions are, "Don't leave the house in daylight unless you have to."

The cats have been enjoying the sun and the heat though. Lily has been back and forth on my desk in front of a window all day, lying on my keyboard and preventing me from doing very much while she suns herself. So at least someone is enjoying themselves.
sareini: The Mountains of Madness have many little plateaus of sanity - Discworld (Mountains of Madness)
Watched the first episode(s) of the new Twin Peaks today.

Non-spoiler comments: yup, that's a David Lynch production.

Spoilers for The Return )


Looking forward to keeping up with this.

Ugh.

May. 23rd, 2017 10:05 pm
sareini: "Do not fuck with Cthulhu" (Cthulhu)
I woke up this morning at 5am with bile in my mouth and literally coming out of my nose. Damn acid reflux. I've not suffered that in months, and certainly never that bad. And of course, after I'd dealt with it I wasn't feeling too well and so I stayed in bed for the rest of the morning.

So really the day started as it meant to go on, what with news of shitgibbons blowing up children at concerts, Sir Roger Moore dying at 89, the local ATM having a "moment" and telling me my bank had cancelled my card (it hadn't), and meeting someone I hadn't seen from before Nick died and having to give them the news. So I decided to retreat from the world again and started playing EVE Online again, now that there's a free option.

EVE Online appeals to me for the strangest reasons - I like the repetitive tasks like mining and exploration/scanning. They soothe me. Plus I can do things like knitting and crochet and watching movies while playing. Last time I played was just before Nick died though, and while I have a character who's very well kitted out for those things, I haven't decided if I'm coming back properly and if I want to spend money to play yet (I think some of her stuff requires a paid account). Plus I'm not quite ready to reconnect with my old corp just yet. So I created a new character to play around with. Her name?

Incontinentia Buttox.

I can't wait till the CSR who messages every new player within two days of them starting gets to me and sees that name. Hopefully they get the reference. If not I'll have to name a ship "Welese Woderick".

In Fact...

May. 22nd, 2017 01:20 pm
sareini: A Procrastinator's work is never done! (Procrastination)


("Name Your Poison" from The Return of Captain Invincible, starring Alan Arkin and Christopher Lee)




("He's Rockula" from Rockula, starring Dean Cameron, Thomas Dolby and Tawny Fere)
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Just now Facebook - even though I didn't have it open, because it has somehow wormed its way into my browser - helpfully informed me that today is Nick's birthday.

He'd have been 41 today.

A brief check on Facebook showed a couple of mutual friends saying they wished he was still here, and his brother being about as pissed off/depressed as me about the birthday reminder. Which made me feel slightly guilty, because if I'm memorialised his account when he died then none of us would be getting the reminders and people wouldn't be sad and upset.

A friend asked me why I don't just do that, and I came up with several excuses very quickly. Some of Nick's friends still like to post to him as though he were still here. I think they require proof and that's awkward and time consuming. I'm not a "verified family member" (just his partner) so they might not even take the request from me.

Honestly? Even 18 or so months down the line, memorialising his FB page feels too much like drawing a line under everything and moving on, and I don't think I can do that yet. Turns out I can hoard even virtual memories. Who knew?

In the past, we'd celebrate Nick's birthday with pizza, either superhero movies or otherwise "bad" movies (like Rockula or The Return of Captain Invincible, which people should probably watch anyway because the latter has Christopher Lee singing a musical number) but as today is a Monday my local friend can't come round so I'm probably going to spend the day quietly. Knitting, crocheting and maybe trying to get through the mountain of DVDs and Blu-Rays I found in bags while moving the chair the other day. And trying not to think about Facebook.
sareini: (creative)
The past couple of days have been good for yarn, as I've had two separate packages of the stuff delivered to my door. First off was yesterday's delivery, which consisted of the last ball of yarn I needed to complete the Shawl of Secrets (the shade is called Secluded Lake) and a ball of the new Scheepjes Whirl yarn, which is 1000m of 4ply cotton/acrylic that has long colour changes all the way through it, making it great for shawls, scarves and anything else that you might want that kind of effect with.

Two balls of yarn

The name of the colourway I got this time is Melting Macaron. It's not the kind of colourway I would normally have gotten - I generally prefer darks, or blues and purples - but most of the colourways were out of stock and I wanted to try working with some new colours for once. With the Whirl I'm making a Mandala Cardigan, using a pattern designed specifically for the launch of the yarn, which can be found here. And of course I started it already despite having a ton of other prokects to be getting on with, because I like the instant gratification and playing with new things.

The beginning of a mandala cardigan

Then this morning I got my monthly yarn club delivery from Devon Sun Yarns. they're an indy yarn company who specialise in hand dyed yarns in numerous and striking colours, and I've been in love with them for ages now. They have several yarn clubs but I'm a member of the Sock Yarn Club, which delivers me a skein of 4ply yarn every month to do with as I please - although right now I've got several months' worth sitting waiting to be used because I haven't decided what to make with them, need the time to start them and because Callie bit through my bamboo sock needles (she has a powerful chew on her). This month's colourway is a gorgeous blue-green.

A skein of yarn

So I have plenty to keep me busy for a while.

***

In other news, I finally accepted that my computer chair's hydraulics have died, after only a week of sitting on a chair only 6-8 inches off the floor and developing a constant pain in my left leg from it. So I've swapped out my dead chair for Nick's old computer chair, which involved moving half the stuff in the front room around to move a chair four feet and confused the cats greatly, but right now Callie is sitting behind me in the chair while Lily is boxhopping, so they're happy enough. Hopefully my leg will stop hurting now as well because it was starting to affect my sleep.
sareini: Image of the Bursar from the Discworld universe (Bursar)
1. How did you name your pets?
2. Poirot or Miss Marpel?
3. Do you have a FB account too?
4. Books - hardcover or paperback
5. Mobile(cell phone): Windows/Android or Apple?


1. Of the current two? Lily came with her name. Callie's full name is Calliope Tulip Shodan. I wanted a muse name and a strong name (Mazikeen was a close second). And Shodan was because every cat has a bit of supervillain in them.

2. Of the two, I think I watched more Miss Marple growing up, but honestly neither of them are on my list. I much prefer DI Jack Frost from the Touch of Frost series.

3. Yes, although I'm on hiatus from it right now. Periodically all the bad news and stuff I can't help my friends with gets too much for me and I have to step back for a while or get too depressed to function.

4. Both. And eBooks. And sometimes audiobooks (I've discovered they're good if you're working on a long crafting project). Basically if it's a book-like entity, I'll probably try to read it.

5. Android all the way. I refuse to use anything as overpriced as an Apple and I don't trust Windows phones enough yet.

(from here.)
sareini: Nate Grey from the X-Men comics (Nate Grey)
I've been ruminating a bit over the last few days over the current Marvel comics event, Secret Empire. For those of you not in the know, Steve Rogers, Captain America, was old for a while then got returned to his youthful self by the/a Cosmic Cube, which was in the form of a little girl called Kobik. Unfortunately, when Kobik de-aged Cap, she also re-wrote part of his history because of manipulation by the Red Skull, making him into the perfect Hydra sleeper agent. Several in-continuity months later, Hydra puts their plan into action and takes over the United States with Captain America, thoroughly believing that Hydra is what's best for the country, in charge. The majority of heroes get locked outside the planet by a defense shield, New York gets put into a Darkforce Dimension bubble and cut off from everything, mutants get "relocated" to a new country and Inhumans get put into camps. Oh, and there are public executions and Las Vegas gets bombed into the ground for harbouring a resistance movement. Fun stuff all round.

The reason I've been thinking about this lately is not just because I've been following the story, but because I've been wondering what Nick would have thought of all this. Those of you who knew Nick know that he created his "Benevolent Dictator for Life" idea, and his cynicism (and depression) led him to believe that humanity couldn't be trusted to govern itself, so someone should step in to do it for them, for their own good. He'd also jokingly "Hail Hydra" sometimes. So I'm wondering how he would have reacted to Secret Empire.

Short answer: I think he'd have hated it.

Long answer: Oh boy, where to begin. First off, I think Nick would have empathised with the over-written Captain America - he's clearly supposed to be thinking this is the best for everyone, that Hydra really will help Make America Great Again (hah). The problem is - and this is most likely down to bad writing - that Cap's actions don't always mesh with the fact that he's still supposed to be trying to do the right thing. Look at the things I listed above, to begin with. Concentration camps? Public executions? Bombing a city into rubble and killing thousands of innocent civilians just to send a message? There is no way that Captain America can still be thought of as "trying to do the right thing" when he's taking part in any of those actions. I don't think even Doctor Doom in his villainous prime went so far as to have concentration camps, and yet here we have Steve Rogers going along with this like it isn't a big deal at all. The man fought in WW2! (There was a page from a 90s X-Men/Avengers crossover event called Bloodties that I wanted to put here to illustrate the point - it takes place on Genosha where the mutate population have been put into camps to "protect" them from the Legacy virus that was ravaging the country, and when Captain America finds one such camp he is... less than happy - but I can't find a scan of it anywhere and I don't know where my own copy is, so just take my word for it.)

So we have those problems with the whole thing. Then we have the way Hydra is keeping control of the US now that they have it. Propaganda and information blackouts are one thing, but they're also putting mind control agents in the water and encouraging people - including children - to inform on anyone they think is harbouring "anti-Hydra" thoughts. And if they catch you... well, it seems all you have to do to stop the torture/execution is to "Hail Hydra", and again, how the hell can Captain America still be thought of as in any way "good" or still heroic if he's going along with this? He kills two of his friends because of this! In panels where they discuss these things he looks more annoyed by the bureaucracy than anything else.

It seems that Marvel might be starting to realise that they've written themselves into a corner with their portrayal of Captain America now, as the end of #2 of Secret Empire seems to be setting up a "good Steve/bad Steve" situation, but certainly right now they can't go on trying to make Captain America be all, "It's all for the best! No really, my murderous brainwashing Hydra allies aren't bad!" without completely destroying the character forevermore.

So in conclusion: no, Nick would not have been agreeing with Steve Rogers and Hydra on this. At all.
sareini: "Zombies are a girl's best friend" quote with a picture of Julie from Return of the Living Dead 3 (Zombies!)
Yesterday pretty much got written off as being too sad. I spent most of the day in bed with Callie and Lily or talking to my niece on the phone. But today I managed to drag myself out of the house to go and see Alien: Covenant at the cinema.

Now, I've still not seen Prometheus because way too many people whose opinions I trust said it wasn't very good at all, so I suspect I missed some of the film's callback moments because of that. I mean, I knew David was in the previous film, and he was a little bit snooker loopy, and that apparently we didn't get to see an actual xenomorph in Prometheus, but I knew little beyond that. I don't think it affected my enjoyment of the film though, but who knows - maybe I missed some subtle nod that broke the whole story open in a new direction.

I did get confused by Walter for the first part of the movie. It doesn't help that I get occasionally face-blind while watching movies, and so for the first 30 minutes or so I was sitting there thinking, "Is that even Michael Fassbender? Am I getting confused like I do with Mads Mikkleson again?" (It was Michael Fassbender.) Eventually I figured things out though, but that also leads into a gripe I had with them film that I'm pretty sure I and only I will have: what happened to the naming convention? Ash, Bishop, Call, David and... Walter? Yes, I am irrationally bothered by this.

It's got some very splattery moments - not so many as some early reviews had led me to believe, but the ones that were there were very bloody and visceral. Aliens bursting from backs (as seen in the trailer) and other body locations and xenomorphs killing people messily are the order of the day here. And of course it's got its strong female lead with a gender-neutral name who kicks arse like there's no tomorrow.

Also, nice use of Chekov's Nail.

A couple of spoilery points here )


Overall, I recommend it. Definitely brings the prequels of the franchise up to speed with the xenomorphs we know and love.
sareini: default (Default)
I just got a call from my brother. It's never good when he calls in the daytime so I braced myself. Didn't help.

Sammy, my niece's cat who I just saw at the weekend, got run over by a car this morning. To make things even more perfectly timed, it was her birthday yesterday.

To say we are all upset is an understatement. I'm sitting here crying my eyes out and fighting an onset of magical thinking that this was somehow my fault. When I was 10 I went on a Girl Guide weekend camp. When I came back my father had been taken into hospital and he was dead from cancer a week later. Ever since then I've been terrified of going away anywhere in case it happens again. And each time I think I've gotten over it, something happens to start it up again. And I can't tell them that, especially right now, because things are bad enough without my insanity leaking into everything.

And I feel so bad for my niece. She loved that cat; she'd had him from a tiny kitten and he was a brilliant cat, and the worst thing is that, if she wanted to get another one a few months down the line, she probably won't be able to because of the Rottweiler.

Today is a failure of a day.
sareini: (tired)
Aaaannnnd I'm back. I didn't take my laptop in the end, because I couldn't fit it in my messenger bag and I couldn't find the charger.

The journey to Merseyside wasn't that bad - there was the part where we had to stop in Crewe, of course - the most depressing train station in existence, where if the architecture doesn't get you the prices will, at £1.99 for a single bottle of Ribena - but I've grown somewhat immune to that over the years and I brought my own water. No, the only problem came when I reached Liverpool, where there was a rail replacement service due to them completely refitting the Wirral Line. So I get off the train, and go ask the nearest staff member where the replacement bus service is picking up. "Oh, just down there," he points, in the general direction of outside. "You'll see a man in a yellow tabard."

Did I fuck.

After wandering around for 20 minutes and not seeing a single yellow tabard (or tabard of any other colour) I admitted defeat and changed my plans. Thankfully I spent years going to and from Liverpool on the buses, so I at least knew my way around to the bus stops that would get me under the river anyway, so I headed there and called my brother to pick me up at a different bus stop than we had planned. Gods only know what would have happened if I hadn't known my way around; I'd probably still be making laps of the station, weakly calling out for aid.

It amused me that, while the basics of Liverpool Lime Street and the bus station hadn't changed much in 20 years, the immediate surrounding area had. I walked past a 5 Guys Burger and Fries joint there, right next to a Nando's and a casino... yet all three were no more than 150 meters from a Poundstretcher. Pretty sure you wouldn't see that anywhere but Liverpool. And they've got sightseeing buses now - the topless kind you usually see in London. My brother pointed out that Liverpool's a major tourist destination now (yet you can only buy London souvenirs in the station shop), so I guess that growing up in the area has just made me unaware of the tourist potential. I just spent my time looking around and going, "Aww, they closed that shop? But I loved that place!"

At my brother's I got to meet his Rottweiler, Rogue. Rogue is about 15 months old and my brother's had him a little over a month. He's a good dog, most of the time... except when he sees other dogs, which he wants to play with, or cyclists, which he wants to chase, and then he shoots off like a rocket and won't come when he's called. They're working on training him out of it. He also likes to lick feet, and desperately wants to be friends with my niece's cat. Said cat is less keen on the idea.

Sammy is the cat, and my niece has had him for a little over a year. A friend of hers found him as a small kitten wandering the streets and took him in, but then asked Rachael to foster him as she already had cat food (for her hedgehog, which died this week). She did so, then fell in love with him and decided to keep him. He's a champion mouser and herds and protects the rabbits in the garden, but so far he's not at all happy with the big dog in his house, and has scratched poor Rogue's nose several times.

Cat standing on sofa with tail in air

Rottweiler sitting on rug

On the Saturday evening Rachael's boyfriend came round and we had a Eurovision mini-party, with cold pizza slices, cheese-and-pineapple/pickled onion sticks, pigs in blankets and traffic light jellies. Eurovision was... interesting this year, what with dancing gorillas, Epic Sax Man, rap and yodeling and a band apparently fronted by that masked guy from Watch Dogs 2. As for Portugal winning... well, I missed the start of the entry because my catsitter called, and when I came back in I thought the singer was female at first and had to be corrected. The song made little to no impression on me, but apparently the rest of Europe liked it so there you go. Personally I would have voted for Hungary or Croatia. Oh, and "Celebrate Diversity!" screams the event that was bursting at the seams with young white men. Well done. /sarcastic clap

We also played Risk: Godstorm, which is a version where you're an ancient civilisation with the associated gods, and your goal is to take over as much of the known world with your gods; help. So a lot like regular Risk, but with far more complicated rules involving faith and miracles and godsbattles. I got put in charge of reading and keeping track of the rules, which might have seemed a good idea, but... I'd had two bottles of raspberry cider by that point, and I'm on medication which shouldn't really be mixed with alcohol. So I was maybe a little drunk at this point, and so it was a rather... confused game at best. But fun.

(Rachael's boyfriend won, and created Party Valhalla, where defeated warriors who defended well got given a Beer Hat.)

And now I'm back home. Lily was waiting for me in the window, and has not left my side since I came back. Callie needed to check I was who I appeared to be, ran around for a bit, then got bored and wandered off. I had a good weekend, but I'm glad to be home. Also tired.
sareini: A quote from the book Good Omens (Good Omens)
I'm setting off to my brother's in about an hour or so, for my niece's birthday/Eurovision party (and to see them, of course). I haven't managed to finish the cardigan, of course, but I'm still taking it with me to (a) prove it exists; and (b) work on it a bit more while I'm there.

I'm only staying the night because I get way too anxious about being away from home and the cats for more than a night. This is despite knowing that the cats will be fine for a day or two as long as they have enough food and water, and having my friend Ross come round this evening to refill food and water bowls and provide medication. Lily absolutely loves Ross and thinks he's the best thing since Brian Kendrick. Callie is far less confident around him because he comes from Outside and is not me, so she will probably just stay upstairs lying flat on the bed.

My train tickets are already booked and ready to be picked up, my journey is planned out and I even selected window seats so I can be in my comfort zone. The only real problem is that the final part of my journey will be by replacement bus service, as Merseyrail are in the middle of a huge track upgrade. I'm not very fond of rail replacement buses as they're usually dirty and cramped and not that reliable, but my choices are limited so I'll have to take deep breaths and get through it.

I am taking my laptop with me so I can at least try to blog and chat about Eurovision while I'm there, but my niece wants to play Rift: Godstorm with us all during the show (she does not understand the seriousness of the most camp show in all of Europe). I'll also get to meet Rogue the Rottweiler and give him his pig's ear and dog beer, and see my niece's cat Sammy and let him complain to me about the dog that's taken up residence in his house. I'm also going to take a writing book and pen with me in case I get the time to try to dash something off roughly, but between family, cats, dogs, rabbits and Eurovision I'm not sure that will be too likely.

Otherwise I'll be back tomorrow evening.
sareini: "ambiguous desire" written over an image of Desire of the Endless (Desire)
Yesterday while going to the vets', I was reminded by a large billboard that the new Twin Peaks is starting soon (May 22 here in the UK). This in turn reminded me that I had meant to marathon through the original series some time ago, but never quite got around to it.

Mainly it was because of Nick. When the new series was announced a couple of years ago, Nick revealed to me that he had never actually seen the TV series; just the prequel movie Fire Walk With Me. And even then he couldn't remember who had actually killed Laura Palmer. So I made the decision that we would watch the whole thing together so he could be up to speed when the new series began. I think we made it most of the way through the first series before he got distracted by something else, and then he went and died so he never learned the truth about Killer Bob and the one-armed man.

So now with a week or so to go I'm watching the whole thing again with the cats for company, and the very first thing that struck me is how much I loved the music. Seriously, I'm surprised I forgot, but back in my teens I actually had the CD of all the music from the show, because it was just so sad and melodic and haunting. I couldn't get enough of it. I had to pause the first episode just so I could run to Spotify and add half the pieces to a playlist.

The second thing that's struck me is how real the characters are. And by "real" I mean quirky, flawed and human. Much as I love my Criminal Minds and my Supernatural and the like, it sometimes feels as though the characters there don't show themselves to have flaws or weaknesses unless a major plot point relies upon it. Here we get things like Deputy Andy crying every time they find a dead body, and the reactions of Laura's parents upon hearing the news of her death are heartrending even now (of course, Leland Palmer being played by Ray Wise, a man who may have been born to play Satan in later TV shows, certainly helps). It all just helps to draw you in. It's something David Lynch is good at - exposing the dark heart of suburbia for all to see.

And the 90s fashion! And the hairstyles! I remember being so very jealous of Donna Hayward and Audrey Horne for having short curly hair that they could still make look good, while the best I could manage was "not quite Screech from Saved By The Bell". I also had girlcrushes on both of them that I didn't know were girlcrushes, because I hadn't figured out that I was bi at that point. I remember being so very confused about how fascinated I was at Audrey's ability to tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue...
sareini: "Things I am not allowed to do at Hogwarts, No.61" (Cats and Dragons)
I think I may have reached the point where I should be getting loyalty points or air miles (vet miles?) for the amount of time Lily and I have now spent at the vets'. She was sick at 6am this morning, so unfortunately for her it was time to take her in to check her out and get her back on the meds. Lily, of course, was not pleased with this course of action at all, especially after I tricked her into coming close with treats so I could get her in the carrier. In the end, the vet checked her out and there's no jaundice and no fluid buildup or swelling in the abdomen so we caught it early enough this time, and we've now got steroids and antibiotics for a whole month so that will be easier on both Lily, myself and my bank balance.

I also got licked by three Staffordshire bull terriers. One in particular was just trying to go from person to person with a waggy tail and a big licky tongue, as if saying, "And you're my best friend, and you're my best friend...!"

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In other cat news, I leveled up with a local cat today. Way, way back in February, a stray cat took up residence in my shed, and because I'm me I of course started feeding him. I named him Terry, because he was orange. I hoped that I could get him to stay around long enough to get someone from one of the local cat charities to come and pick him up and rehome him (I'd have had him, but two cats is my limit and Lily would have had conniptions), but unfortunately the other local cats took a dislike to him and eventually chased him off. But in the meantime, I was putting out GoCat for him every other day or so in case he came back... but instead one of the local cats, a big black-and-white cat with white markings on his face that give him a big curly moustache, decided he wanted the food for himself. This cat likes to hang around in my yard, and once even killed a wood pigeon in it (and then left it for me to put in the bin). Turns out his name is Marley and he lives only a few doors down from me, and he's a dry food fiend because the other cat he lives with is on a wet-food only diet and Marley misses his biscuits. So, for the past several months (and with Marley's owner's blessing) I've been the source of 2nd Breakfast for a cat that's not mine.

Marley has always been quite cautious around me, which I've been fine with because I worry about cat so friendly that they just wander up to anyone, but today he must have decided that if I've been feeding him for nearly four months now then I'm probably not going to skin him, and so he deigned to let me touch him. Only a brief stroking, mind, as you can't just roll over for anyone who gives you extra food, but just enough to let me know that, yes, I have been given the honour of petting him.

He also sniffed me and pulled a face when he smelt GIRLCAT on me.
sareini: Bub from Day of the Dead (bub!)
Well this sounds interesting.

I know Karl Urban had expressed interest in playing Dredd in a TV series, but whether or not that could actually happen is another thing entirely. It will also be very interesting to see what stories and characters they end up bringing into the TV series - the Angel Gang are probably a shoe-in, especially Mean Machine just because he's iconic without being too difficult to adapt; Rico Dredd too. On the other hand, I can see them wanting to do things like the Dark Judges and Judge Caligula, but those might be a bit too big/dark/close to the bone in places.

We shall have to see.
sareini: richard goes fwoom! (lfg)
After about 25 hours now of Dragon Age: Inquisition, I have an Inquisitorial Decree: Fuck Bears. Seriously, fuck them and their stupid aggro radius and infinite chasing AI, even if you disengaged before a single shot was fired. And their ability to spawn on top of you in the middle of a fight. Seriously, I think my Inquisition now has a bear bounty. Best part was when I was trying to do a quest where you had to walk three times round a statue to resurrect someone's dead grandmother or something, and all I managed to summon was bears - and once a pack of wardogs when I tried going the other direction. Apparently grandmother was a bear in disguise. Who knew?

In other news, I've recruited the final member of my party - the Hogwarts Sorting Hat as worn by a teenage boy - and finally got to the kissing stage with Dorian. Woo! Now I can go kiss him in the library whenever I want, I believe, while I wait for the trigger for the next part of the relationship to start. Which might not be for a while now, as I think I'm going to have to spend most of the next couple of days doing the last-minute sprint on my niece's cardigan before Saturday. Time to catch up on some TV shows.

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On the Lily front, her illness continues to perplex me. On a whim on Monday, I gave her the very last steroid tablet left after we stopped them last week. She was sick that night, but not last night, and the last two nights she's been playing with Callie and with her shoe (Lily has a strange affection for one of my formal dress shoes). Does this mean that she needs to go back on the steroids as well, or was the few days' vomiting just a blip or getting the last of the stuff out of her system? I guess tonight will be a deciding night for it - if she's sick again I'll be calling the vets tomorrow; if not then I will cross my fingers and leave it till next week. Part of the problem is the stress and logistics of taking her to the vet - not only do I have to get her in the box and do all that, but I have to try to get myself in a suitable mindset for leaving the house on short notice, without triggering an anxiety attack.

But at least there are no bears, I guess.

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