littlewashu: (james t. kirk - spitting back the coffee)
This weekend I went up to Queens to see my grandparents. It was the first time I'd seen them since the wedding.

(I'm DYING for the professional photos to be ready, bee tee dub. DYING. I check my photographer's site hourly.)

I've probably said this before, but seeing my grandparents, while something I try to do at least once a month, is pretty depressing, and inevitably reminds me of my own mortality (which is not something I really like to be reminded of.)

My grandparents didn't come to my wedding. It's too hard for my grandma to get around, and she has "accidents" getting from the kitchen to the bathroom sometimes -- and one is adjacent to the other. We thought for a while that we'd be able to figure something out, but Grandpa called a few weeks before the wedding -- making what he called "the saddest phone call [he'd] ever made" -- and told me they wouldn't be coming after all.

My mom went to visit them a week or two after the wedding, and brought photos. At first Grandma wanted to know what she was looking at, and then she wanted to know why she wasn't there. This time it only took her a little while to keep remembering that she was looking at my wedding photos -- and she seemed really happy about it, she kept looking at them over and over. With my Grandpa, I'm not sure how to handle it. I know he's still really sad that he wasn't there, he said it was something he never thought he would miss. So I feel a little bad talking about it, but I think that's the right way to go, because he should feel as though he could have been there, right? He should know every bit of the ceremony, every detail? I don't know.

I do know that I don't want to get old. It's horrible. I don't want my body to fall apart. I can't stand the thought of it, and I don't know why it doesn't drive everybody else crazy too. Dying is fine; bam, it's over. But getting old? God. I kind of can't believe Hunter Thompson lasted as long as he did. In the bathroom I started crying as I thought about Chris and I getting old, and my first instinct was to hope that if somebody starts falling apart first, it's him. I'd rather take care of him, and watch him wither away, then have to put him through that. Ugh, again though, a robot apocalypse occurring whilst we're still middle-aged is preferred. If the world is going to end, I'd sure like to be around to see it.

HEY, that was depressing! Let's move on!

On Friday my photographer posted the following picture on her blog:

dancing lanterns

I'm hoping that means that the pictures will be finished soon. I am so eager to see them! But of course, I'm also thinking of all these particular shots that I really want her to have taken, though I didn't, like, tell her about them or anything. There were so many other things to think about in the days leading up to the wedding, that I never got around to giving her a list of "must have" shots. Ah well, they'll be lovely, I'm sure. And besides, I was there, I saw everything -- the day lives on IN MY MIND.

This weekend was Michael's birthday -- Michael is Flapjack's son, and he's now five. His birthday party was at the same place as my wedding! Because it's his grandparents' farm. There was a puppy there! Oh he was so cute.

The weekend before this one was Max's first birthday -- Max is Michelle and Teege's son. He's my favorite kid ever. Here he is making Maxface:


As I say on the Flickr page, I know EXACTLY what Max is saying in this picture, because it's a very distinctive face. He's saying "Uhhhhh." In a thoughtful manner. It's the most thoughtful "uhhhh" you've ever heard. You know, I used to say that I was worried about the day that Max begins to speak (English): what if I won't like him anymore, because he's annoying? I'm not worried anymore. Now I'm just eager to hear what he has to say. Man do I love that kid.

Okay, that was a good finish, right? Back to work. See ya, LiveJournal.
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I was pretty excited about this weekend that just passed, because I had nothing planned for it. The previous two weekends were spent building and then painting a wall, and I was happy to have no obligations.

After work on Friday I stopped by the library to return Anathem (best book ever: read it) and pick up a new audiobook. I managed to find The Audacity of Hope on the shelf! Read by the author! Score! I also picked up a few books on birdwatching, because I decided a little while ago that this will be my new hobby.

I eventually made it over to the Manse to hang out with Chris and Dave and Kevin and Drew and Teege. I told Chris about the birdwatching books and said, "now all I need are a good pair of binoculars!"

"Oh, remind me later, I got you something," he said. And later, it turned out that he had bought me a nice pair of binoculars for my new birdwatching hobby! Hooray for Chris! They are really nice but not too big and bulky. I can see through them a lot better than I can through other binoculars I have known. Excitement!

Saturday, Chris and I got to sleep in together for the first time in what feels like forever. But we still got up at a decent hour, and drove to Silver Lake Park. This is a place that is about a mile from my house, and yet I have never visited it.

I watched the HELL out of some birds, let me tell you what. First I saw a Canada goose. "Canada goose!" I said. I noted that it was odd to see just ONE goose; he was swimming around in a small body of water. Then Chris spotted his partner "sleeping"; I soon determined that the second goose was on a nest! I don't know if Canada geese take turns sitting on the eggs, but for simplicity's sake, we'll assume that they do not, and that the sleeper was Mrs. Goose, and the swimmer was Mr. Goose. It was cool to see an actual nest, but you know, Canada geese are a dime a dozen, so we proceeded through the park. There's no place in it that you can't hear traffic, but it is of pretty decent size, and we saw deer rubs! Chris pointed them out to me and gave me the low down. It's where deer rub their antlers when they're all soft and velvety. We didn't see any deer, though.

I like to think that I'm pretty observant of some things, and I try to pay attention when I'm outside. But being out on my first official Birdwatching Trip, it was amazing how many birds I heard. I only spotted some dark boring thing, like a raven, at first. But then I spotted a couple of woodpeckers! I have to look them up when I get home. They were pretty big! I like woodpeckers, they're cool.

After a little bit of wandering around we headed out again. We stopped a moment to watch the geese again (oh also I saw three drake mallards floating down the stream) and I tried to convince Chris that the goose was indeed sitting on a nest and not just "sleeping." He wasn't convinced until a great blue heron descended from the sky right near the nest, presumably hungry for eggs. Drama! Mr. Goose came over to honk the heron off, who flew fifteen feet away and lurked, pretending to be a reed. We watched for a while as Mr. Goose would float a little ways away, and the heron would creep close to the nest. Creep. Creep. Creep. It was windy and a few times he almost fell over (HILARIOUS.) Finally he got too close and the missus was like "seriously, can you make this dude go away?" and Mr. Goose gave him what for. But dude, the whole thing was awesome. I mean, species that I see all the time, but doing shit! What a successful bird watching experience.

(If I keep this up I'll need a nice camera. But I am going to wait to see if I keep it up. I have had a short attention span, historically.)

On the way back to the Manse we stopped at the new Asian supermarket (called FLK Grocery) near my house. It smells like fish in there, but it is amazing. Their produce section is ridic. We hadn't even seen half of these things before. And they had durian fruit! Just like in Super Mario Sunshine! Also they have fresh fish -- like, whole fish, and also live fish. Carp! Just swimmin' around! We bought wasabi peas and frozen gyoza and noodles.

Then we went back to the Manse and I prepared lunch (leftover Chinese, coupled with the lo mein noodles we had just bought) whilst Chris readied the guns. Yes guns!

After lunch, Chris and Kevin and I went shooting! This is my third time shooting, my second time at an outdoor range, and I am kind of loving it. I had always have a very liberal, guns-are-mostly-bad, why-do-you-need-them-anyway attitude, until Chris took me shooting, and now I think they are neat. I didn't know this before a month ago, but at wildlife refuges in New Jersey, there are shotgun and rifle ranges set up. They're just . . . there, and you can use them for free. (They're paid for with money raised from taxes on gun and ammunition purchases.) Chris has a hunting license and so can shoot there along with a couple guests. There was no one else there, and we tried out Chris's .22 rifle. We shot at spinny targets, and paper targets, and clay pigeons stuck to the back wall. It was fun! I am a pretty good shot!

After shooting, Chris and I stopped by Tesa and Travis's new house, which is pretty cool (and on a whole lotta land.) It was good to see them -- also Tesa likes Star Trek almost as much as I do, so it's nice to talk about Star Trek with someone who isn't Mitch, without feeling vaguely embarrassed.

We went back to the Manse and . . . did we eat dinner? We must have. I can't remember what it was though. Oh it was dumb salad from Pine Hill Pizza. We turned on the 'Nova game and during the first half, Chris fell asleep on the couch and I tried to figure out computer stuff. Then I joined him on the couch for the second half. Then we went to bed. We had had a long day!

On Sunday we woke up and I helped Chris make breakfast. Then we all went bowling, and I did pretty horribly, but it didn't make me all cranky like that sometimes does, so hooray for that! Then Chris and I drove to Wildwood. He's working on a construction site there, and the dudes said he could have broken cinder blocks and whatnot (he had a better term for them. Building blocks, maybe? That makes it sound like legos) so we loaded up Chris's Outback. I didn't complain (out loud) (much)! Actually it wasn't terrible work, it just seemed ridiculous. Also I was afraid someone was going to come by and accuse us of stealing construction material.

I slept pretty much the whole way home, and finished up the nap in bed at the Manse when we got there. Then I ran to the food store (FLK grocery again FTW!) and came back for the Phillies home opener. Flapjack came over! I am always excited to see Flapjack. Chris made homemade crab rangoon, which was pretty damn good, and hamburgers. The stupid Phillies lost. Then I should have gone home because it was past my bedtime, but I stayed and watched Oldboy instead since I have always heard such good things about it. I slept through bits and pieces, but I saw most of it, and it was pretty good! I thought the protagonist looked like a Korean Wayne Coyne.

When the movie was over I kissed Chris and went home to a cat that had missed me so much. No one wanted to see my condo this weekend, which was disappointing. But man, look at that awesome weekend I had! Life is good. Hooray for Spring!
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So a couple of weekends ago, Flapjack and I had a birthday party at the Manse for . . . us. It was Big Lebowski themed and there were White Russians and . . . man. White Russians. Are delicious, and yet have a lot of alcohol in them.

I managed to stay up until 3am, though, which is pretty good for me! And as soon as I went to bed the party got lame anyway, I assume.

Click on the photo of the Maudes (that's Kelly and me) for more pictures! It was a good time, and a lot of people wore bathrobes.
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Originally uploaded by geniusscientist.

This morning, in front of Clark's Liquors. Exciting!

littlewashu: (white debbie)
I know this news is weeks old now, but I have photos online, so whatever. Here I go.

I already mentioned that I was in South Philly (specifically, the sports complex) after the World Series win. Well, here is what my crew looked like:


And here is what the scene outside the ballpark was like:

If you have fifty-two seconds to spare, then I'll tell you the story of my life I urge you to watch that video, because it is awesome. Especially Michelle and Flapjack.

Then that Friday I went to the Championship Parade. We parked near the stadiums, and walked north along Broad, to ostensibly meet up with Kevin, Cass et al, who were ostensibly moving southward, though every time we managed to get through to them, they were at the same freaking intersection.

We stopped heading north when it was clear the parade was on its way, and walked back to a spot where we could go right against the rope "barrier;" nay, right into the street. It was awesome. The phanatic led it off, followed closely by Pat "the Bait" Burrell. Then the trucks filled with our heroes. Here are the people I saw: Charlie Manuel (whom I did not recognize at first, because he was wearing a suit,) Mayor Nutter (holding aloft the trophy), Ryan Howard, Cole Hamels, Harry Kalas, Brett Meyers, Jimmy Rollins, Jason Werth . . . probably some others, I don't remember anymore. But they were right there! Excited as we were! A dude near us in the crowd had a sign that said DAVID WRIGHT IS GOLFING RIGHT NOW - THIS IS BETTER and they all pointed at it and took pictures.

The crowd was great. EVERYBODY was wearing Phillies gear. Like honestly probably 85% of the people there. Another 10% were wearing red. It was wonderful. Not as manic as right after the game, but still great. After the parade passed we walked up the middle of Broad to meet up with the rest of everybody. When we got there Neil was like, "did you see the Runway dude?" and I said "whuzzah?" and he pointed out Jay McCarroll! Season one winner of Project Runway! I knew that he lived in Philly now, he's teaching at one or two of the art schools in the city. So Neil and I went over to him and met him and got a picture. I looked remarkably boring and had NOTHING of interest to say, but he was very nice and friendly (and drunk,) and they thought Neil and his tattoos were cool. So we chatted a bit and then left.

Then we all meandered south towards the stadiums, and the car. There was a long period of time where we lost Flapjack and Chris, because they broke off from the group to pee; instead of walking right back, they tried to cut us off. But everyone was polite and waiting for them, whilst they were wandering farther down Broad. Also everyone was drunk on 40s. This was further complicated by the fact that the cell phone lines were jammed, and it was nigh impossible for anybody to get through to anybody else. But I found them eventually, after finagling an EXTREMELY inebriated Kevin back to the car (I offered to hold his hand to keep him from veering into traffic, but he refused.) Oh man and when I was waiting for Flaps and Chris to come back, I climbed up on the outside of a little landscaped area of some brownstone, so that they could see me better. And the homeowner came home and yelled at me for being "on his property!" On Philly day! What a toolbox. He's like, "you think you can just stand on other people's property?" and I said "you can if they're friendly!" but not too loud because I was sober and wimpy. But I wasn't messing anything up! He wanted me off on principle. He probably voted for McCain, that douchebag.

Anyway, I drove us all home and we got hoagies and no kids came to trick-or-treat at my house. That was my Halloween proper. It was worth the day off.

The next day was the Halloween Party. Chris and I were Captain Murphy and White Debbie from Sealab 2021, respectively, because we are lazy. It was our third [adult swim]-themed couple costume in a row! Phew.

This is me, and Kevin as a prisoner. We are in the Orange Coveralls Club (OCC). I don't think anyone took any pictures of Chris and me together, which is sort of funny. You should check out the rest of the pictures by clicking above: Michelle had the best costume by far. It had sound effects, and her boobs were flashing red lights. Did YOUR costume have that? No, didn't think so.
littlewashu: (toshiro mifune in his car)
Hey guys! This morning I paid off my car loan a few months early! I OWN MY CAR! It is now the most expensive thing that I own. Please do not stab it.

For fun, here is the picture that I posted when I bought it almost four years ago:

littlewashu: (dr. girlfriend - amused)
Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes. Don't fix your hair. Just take a picture.
Post that picture with no editing. (Except maybe to get the image size down to something reasonable. Don't go posting an eight megapixel image.)
Include these instructions.

I am seriously so funny-looking.
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - dopey)
Hi! It's my birthday today! That is awesome! I am thirty!

Unfortunately, I have to make a presentation to a Planning Board tonight. Boooo. Luckily, it is a tiny, insignfiicant project, at a laid-back, developer-friendly town. So we should be out of there quickly. Dear god I hope I didn't just jinx myself.

I had a party this past weekend! Unfortunately, I was a dummy and did the age old no eating + vodka shots combo, and I passed out at like 12:30am and missed most of my own freaking party. BOOOOO. I am such an idiot. Oh well. Hopefully everyone had a good time. And I did too, during the part where I was awake! I got to wear my old Halloween costume. And Obi-Wan is my boyfriend. )So it can't be all bad.

It had a theme, you see: Star Trek vs. Star Wars. Some people actually came in costume, and most everybody else wore something festive and Star Warsy. Mitchell was Zefram Cochrane! I knew I could count on him to back me up.

But so if you came, thank you very much for coming to my party! And getting into the spirit of things! And bringing presents! And cake! I'm sorry that I did not get to say goodbye. You guys are the best! Also thanks to everyone (mostly Manse residents) who helped me set the place up for the party, including the installation of an Okudagram on the bar.

Tomorrow Chris is taking me out to dinner a fancy steakhouse in the city. This weekend I will see my parents. I have the greatest friends in the world. In three weeks I will be on a plane to Amsterdam. Being thirty is great so far!
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My parents bought me a new camera for Christmas, since I dropped my old one. I'm making a concerted effort to take more pictures. Here is one of my roommate Henry.

He went to the vet today to get a booster shot for feline leukemia, and he was a very good boy. (I saw that he has bright orange CAUTION! stickers on his chart, because of his history of not being a very good boy at all.)
littlewashu: (bender)
Oh God, they just cast Bruce Greenwood -- aka Mitch Yost -- as Christopher Pike!

I wasn't sure which of my friends had the overlapping interests of John From Cincinnati and Star Trek, hence this LiveJournal post.

I -- I'm not sure how I feel about this. JFC is the only thing in which I've seen this dude, and Mitch Yost [haha, I totally typed "Mitch Young" by accident] was a total dickhead. So it's hard to judge whether I like the guy. I guess he did a good job of being a totally unlikeable dickhead.

In other news, my company gives every employee a free turkey every Thanksgiving! That is so totally random and yet cool! How very A Christmas Carol.

In other other news, I was Bender Bending Rodriguez for Halloween and my pictures are here. Halloween was awesome. I danced a lot.

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I am terribly, terribly sleepy. Terribly.

Usually at lunch I'll get something at Wawa and eat it at the park. And then read my book, or perhaps lay down for a bit. Today I skipped the food and went straight to the nap. I woke up groggy and hungry! But I think it helped a little bit.

There were ducklings today! Goslings are okay, but ducklings are adorable. Quack quack.

There was a kid there with his mom, and he was collecting goose feathers. Loudly, which means she was encouraging this activity. Now, I don't know about you, but my mom always told me that stray feathers were gross and diseased, and I shouldn't pick them up, no matter how cool they looked. This little kid was talking about making feather masks with them. That's gross, right?

I cooked for the first time in almost a month last night, and it made me so happy. I love having my guys over. And [ profile] culann was there early, and he helped clean up, and get ready, and we talked forever. When Culann and I took Budo together we got to have talks on the ride there and back, and it was great, and we don't get to do that much anymore. I sure do love me some Culann.

I sure have been listening to a lot of Elvis Costello lately. It started back in May, that week-and-a-half of Spring that we had. Y'know, cuz I was feeling frisky, and Elvis Costello = sex. Then I stopped for a while but now I'm back. It's nothing but Elvis. Elvis at work, Elvis in the car, Elvis at home. Elvis Elvis Elvis. When I'm sad, listening to Elvis Costello makes me feel sadder. When I'm angry, he makes me angrier. When I'm happy, he makes me happier. When I'm horny, he makes me hornier. When I'm high, he makes me feel higher. When I'm horny and high -- well fuckin' forgetaboutit.

Yesterday I read this book review in Salon of Dianetics. I've always been mildy interested in what the fucking deal with Scientology is (isn't everybody?) and with the new improved batshit insane Tom Cruise running around, there's a lot more talk about it. Then I was looking through this site, which is an anti-Scientology site. It's a little clumsy, but I had a fantastic time reading through this stuff about L. Ron Hubbard. That guy was CRAZY! Literally! I can't believe real people buy into this shit. Oh and also the Time Magazine article is hot. It makes no bones about saying that Scientology has no legitimacy whatsoever.

Then today I read THIS Salon article about Tom Cruise and Scientology, and everything was fine until I got to the part where they listed some Scientologist celebrities, including Jason Lee (oh well, I sort of thought he was cute) and . . . Beck. Really. Beck. That just about broke my heart. I am seriously upset by this. Beck! Beck. My favorite musical artist whom I've never seen in concert. This changes everything. I'm so sad.

Last weekend was Gaian Mind and it was fantastic. The crew: chaos4675Kevin, katsuhayabiCurt, chuntankhamenChris, littlewashume, king_kaiJeff, Jay, Kate, macivanhornMichelle, theguiltypartyTeege, and qedVince. We sat around and took drugs and got dirty and made jewelry and watched dirty hippies (and dirty . . . whatever those cats were, some of them were not hippies) and enjoyed the Fire Monkey's work (that's Kevin) and saw naked Russians and more black light than I have ever seen in my life. And we left no trace. It was a fantastic time.

Oh, and Stephanie! Stephanie appeared out of nowhere on Friday. So she was there too.

So yeah, Gaian Mind. I'll definitely go back next year.

Here are some of the pictures that made it to Photo du Jour from the weekend:

(Michelle took this one)

(Curt took this one)

I have two parties this weekend. But Monday is free: Monday should be Laundry Day. As well as Nap Day, and Wash My Car Day. We'll see.
littlewashu: (white debbie)
I really ought to write in this thing more often, so that when I'm old and lonely I can look back on these heady days. I am so busy all the time! It's wonderful.

Last Saturday there was a going away party for James at the Manse. He's moving to California. He'll be back. They always come back.

The evening before, I attended the Flashpoint Prom. Sean was my date. The corsage he presented me with had a pair of dice in it, so that we matched. It was awesome. I had a really great time, and drank a lot of wine, and met a bunch of people. It was weird because there were all these cats wandering around in dresses and tuxes, and I kept thinking I knew them, but I didn't, I had just seen them in plays over the past year.

Here's PJ (later crowned Prom King) and my date:

The weekend before that, I attended Kelly's bridal shower. It was really lovely, and the crab cakes were DELICIOUS, and I got to see some ladies I hadn't seen in a while. Rachel is pregnant and looks beautiful. I guess I always say that. I met Erica's new daughter Zoe. At one point Erica and I were talking, and Zoe decided to babybarf on mom's chest. Erica thrust the baby at me and went to the ladies room to clean up. Now, I have no problem with babies on an individual basis, but apparently it looks unnatural or something, because Michelle turned around and said "you're holding a baby! I'm taking a picture," and a little later Rachel turned around and said "you're holding a baby! I'm taking a picture." JEEZ you guys.

The Wednesday before that, I went to see Spamalot. My parents gave me tickets for my birthday way back in February, and I took Mitch with me. We drove up to the city. We waited an hour at the Lincoln Tunnel, but parking was only $12 (!) and getting home was so easy, so yay for cars with air conditioning. On Meister's recommendation we went to the Eatery, and man was it good. I had the tuna tartare as an appemetizer, and the chipotle meatloaf, and a couple of mojitos (I'd never had one before!) Mitch had the szechwan steak. Our server was realllly cute. And we were out of there in plenty of time to make the show. Which was great! No Hank Azaria, unfortunately (boo!) but Tim Curry was great, and David Hyde Pierce needs to work on his cockney accent, and it was a fabulous show. There was a lot of new stuff in it, which was good, because MAN do I know that movie! Despite not having seen it in years. It made me want to go home and watch it, but I didn't, I went home and fell asleep.

The weekend before that was Sean's birthday party, but I got there after it was over (because I am a dummy, and also sleepy) and didn't take any pictures. We did play Egyptian Ratscrew, though, with Artie and Sabiha. And that was when I asked Sean to the prom, so you know, banner evening all around.

The weekend before that was Kim and Keith's wedding. It was beautiful. Kim looked amazing, the bridesmaids were beautiful, Keith was as adorable as ever, the food was great. Oh man, I totally embarrassed myself, though. The cocktail session was in a wine cellar, so I had a glass of wine in one hand, and a plate of delicious appetizers (including caviar! I don't think I've ever had caviar, but my grandpa had been raving about it the last time I saw him, for some reason), that I had managed to score after many excruciating minutes of maneuvering through the crowd, in the other. I was hungry. "Do you think I can balance this atop my wine glass?" I asked Jeff. "No," he said. "That is a bad idea," he continued. "I recommend against it," he cautioned. I tried anyway, and the plate fell to the concrete floor and shattered and all my appetizers were gone and everyone looked at me. Oh well.

Oh man, also the priest was the most entertaining wedding-er I've ever seen. Remind me to do an impression of him next time we hang out.

The day before the wedding was the Memorial Day BBQ at the Manse, and I had a great time at that, too.

The weekend before that was my brother's graduation. I'm very proud of him! And he got an BFA, isn't that exciting? I got a BS and he got a BFA because we are just so very, very interesting, and BAs are not good enough for us. Actually he had no idea what he was getting until we told him.

Here is a picture of Sean looking off into his future as a college gagaua graduate:

The Wednesday before that we went to see Star Wars, but I already told you about that. You guys, they never even took our tickets! I still have mine, unripped! Jeez.

The weekend before that was Kim's Bachelorette Party, and that's the last time we sat down and had a nice talk like this, so you're all caught up now. Here are a couple photos:

This weekend (today after work, actually) we're going to Gaian Mind and I'm excited. I figure it's sort of like Bonnaroo Lite. We'll be camping! And staying up late! And drinking! And smoking weed outside!! (My favorite thing ever!) I bought a new hat. And it'll be my first >105mile trip for my car! Baby's all growed up.

Have a good weekend, everybody! If this post is too long and you want me to cut it, just let me know, my feelings won't be hurt.
littlewashu: (raleigh st. claire)
I took Henry to the vet yesterday.

I had been looking forward to this for weeks, because I'm a cat lady.  I'm not a "cat lady in the making", I'm a goddamned cat lady.  Oh well.

I think I was excited partly because I was just excited to be a responsible mom.  I got Henry when he was six weeks old.  I took him to the vet a bunch of times right after I got him -- for the requisite kitten shots, &c, as well as dealing with the things that were wrong with him when I got him (he was sick, and I had to give him medicine, as well as put this gel stuff on his eyeballs.  ON HIS EYEBALLS.  It actually always went better than it should have).  The last time he had seen a vet was when he got neutered -- he was done with his shots, and I was moving.  That was four and a half years ago.

So finally I was taking him to the doctor!  I yam so responsible!  He can get the shots he maybe needs even though he never goes out!  [Oh man that reminds me, I never told you guys about our attempted walk!  It was short-lived and hilarious!  I took him outside on a leash on a beautiful Spring day and he was scared to death and HOWLED and scratched at the door to come inside.  What a pussy!  Then three days later when I was waving goodbye to my parents, he snuck out. Why are you sneaking out if you know you don't want to be out there in the first place, you stupid cat?  I just walked over to the bushes where he was and said "come back inside!" and he hissed at me and eventually got spooked and ran back into the apartment.]  But I think in addition to being excited about being responsible (I'm not responsible often, so I always think very highly of myself when I do something major, like putting away the clean laundry, or mopping the kitchen floor), I was just excited to be doing something with my cat.  I mean, all we ever do is watch TV together.  And I'm not even sure he's paying much attention to the teevee.  But isn't that so sad?  I'm looking for social activities to enjoy with my cat.  I rule!  Only, the opposite of that!

So last night I zip home from work, slip into something more comfortable, and put the cat in the cat carrier (which is sort of not really big enough for him.  He takes up all the space inside of it.)  He wasn't thrilled about going in, but didn't put up too much of a fight, because he had no idea what he was getting into.

The carrier wouldn't really fit into the shotgun seat, so I put him in the back.  He cried a little during the 15-minute ride to the vet.  He wasn't happy.  I felt so badly for him. [I remember all the times taking him to the vet back in the day, though. I'd put the carrier in the seat next to me, and he cried and cried, the whole way there. I'd put my fingers through the grate and he'd cover my finger with his paw, as though that comforted him. God that killed me. I really do love that guy.]

He was very quiet in the waiting room.  He observed Darryl, the house cat at the vet's, silently.  I could tell he was nervous and scared.

I went into the examination room with the doctor and let him out of the carrier. He was just quiet and silent and terrified until the vet came over to comb him (checking for fleas, presumably) and that's when Henry FLIPPED OUT.  It was so embarrassing.  He was howling and trying to kill everyone and squirming and yelling and biting and scratching.  The doc gave me big heavy leather gloves to put on when I held him, but the gloves scared Henry even MORE, so it was sort of a Catch-22.  Hank was growling at the vet when he was trying to listen via stethoscope to his breathing and heartbeat, so that he couldn't really hear what was going on.  He only ended up being outside the carrier for three or four minutes.  I held him tightly whilst the doc gave him a needle in his flank, from behind, and Henry was so worked up I don't think he even noticed.  Then the vet opened the door to the carrier and I let go and Henry shot right into it.  And that was that.

The doc said something about feline leukemia, but that he'd have to get at a VEIN in order to do that.  Haha.  Hahaha.  I was tempted to ask if it would be possible to sedate him first -- give him a little laughing gas, perhaps -- because really, that is not going to happen.

It was so, so mortifying.  I said lamely "he used to be much worse" and the doc said "worse??" but you guys, Henry really isn't like that anymore!  He's not like that at HOME! 

For the drive home, I slid the seat back and put the carrier in the shotgun seat.  I opened the top of the carrier so that Hank could sit up and check out what was going on, which he did, but after a moment he just chilly-chilled in the carrier, sitting down.  I was grumpy.  I scolded him for embarrassing me, and didn't care about going over bumpy road, or shifting awkwardly, as I had on the way there.

I had intended on getting a picture of him in the carrier, but I forgot.  As soon as we were in the apartment, I set the thing down and opened the door, and he shot up the stairs.

Later in the evening, we laid together on the couch and I forgave him.  Poor kid.  He was just so scared, you know?  He lives a very sheltered life, he doesn't interact with anything but me and my friends.  I don't pick him up very often (he's heavy), though later in the evening I tried to, just to see, and he didn't mind at all.  He just sat there in my arms, resting on my belly, being very heavy, for as long as it was comfortable for me to hold him.  He just didn't like the doctor, he didn't like being up on that stainless steel table, he didn't like being in that cage and then not being in it.  And so he reverted to adolescent behavior, he was scared and he lashed out.  How can I blame him for not having any balls when I'm the one who paid to have them lopped off?  But man, OTHER pets get scared, and they don't lash out, they don't try to kill and maim!  They cower!  Why didn't he cower?  Should I be happy he didn't cower?  I don't know.

Also, I think I need to cut his claws back further.  I only clip the tippy-tips, because I'm so paranoid about cutting the vein.  But the doctor said "those claws are sharp," even though I just cut them Sunday.  I have to be braver.

Oh and he's NOT fat.  He's NOT fat!  Haha!  I mean he could stand to lose a pound or two, and he certainly shouldn't GAIN any weight, but he is not fat and the doctor said it would not be appropriate to put him on a diet!  So there.

In lieu of a new picture of Henry, here's an older one from this past October.

(It's hard to tell, but he's actually lying on his back, with his back legs splayed open like some kind of pervert.)

And then here's a really old one, from 2000.  The quarter is for scale.

God, I'm such a sucker for redheads.
littlewashu: (kurt)
Hey guys, pictures from Dave's Birthday are up!

For those of you that weren't there, though it was Dave's birthday, Flapjack ended up being the star of the evening. I arrived very late that night: I had taken a nap which spun out of control, woke up at 10:30, and was over at the Manse sometime before midnight. By the time I got there, most everyone was pretty drunk already, particularly Flaps. Apparently Flapjack the Kid had never gotten sick from drinking before, and everyone took this as a challenge. They were feeding him shots left and right, often of 151. He passed out eventually on a chair in the game room. After an hour or so of that, he did indeed roll onto the linoleum and t'row up, poor guy. I wasn't involved with the alchohol pushing, so I wasn't involved with the cleanup. I'm pretty sure Flapjack survived.

As sometimes happens with birthday pictures, I got, like, two of the actual birthday guy. Oh well. And there aren't that many -- less than 20 -- so don't get your hopes up.

Pictures from last year's Bonnaroo are next in line. (I figure I should get them finished before THIS year's Bonnaroo, which I am indeed going to, by the way). I made it an organizational nightmare for myself, but I'm finally at a point where I can just get through them. I'm sure this is all very fascinating for you.

Okay, thanks! I'd rather be home! It's my birthday! Have a great Thursday. I'm sorry that I couldn't bring you unseasonably warm weather this year.

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