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It seems quite early to be up and around this morning, though in truth, if it were a regular weekday, I would have been late for work. It just seems...slow and quiet, I guess, this morning. I had to get up by 6:00 in order to take my antibiotic, and I more or less managed it. I don't have to go anywhere today, so maybe that's why it seems early, still. And maybe the dim day and snow has something to do with it. It will be a good day for a blankie, hot chocolate, and a book, all of which I have.

I am going to miss the traditional Day After Christmas activities of shopping with MyAuntie and Nuncle and going to Grama's house for pizza (or whatever) afterward. Leftover Night started many years ago when MyNuncle and HTWIWM used to have epic Scrabble battles, both on Christmas Night, and continued afterward on The Night After Christmas. When Gram still cooked Christmas dinner, we had sandwiches of leftover turkey or ham, chips, and whatever pie was left for dessert. Once the table was cleared, the Scrabble began. We had even invented specialized tiles -- the Lewis & Clark tile, for instance, allowed one to form a word off the side of the board if one needed the space.

Not this year. No HTWIWM, No Auntie & Nuncle, and no leftovers at Grama's house. I haven't played Scrabble in years.

I have been trying to find calendars on Barnes & Noble's website. I am positive that I saw an email stating that calendars are now 50% off, and besides that, I know that they mark calendars down mid-December. But every calendar I have looked at has been at regular price. Maybe I need to sign into my account? (Buying calendars at the Calendar Place in the mall has also been a traditional Day After Christmas event for years.)

Familyfest was a bit of a raucous affair last night (pretty much as usual), and for once in my life, I did not feel alone and excluded at dinner. This was mainly due to the presence of my sister and her kids (and absence of the Lizard who can make any gathering about herself). Bird was in a good mood herself, and the kids are good kids. Besides, they have the good taste to like my writing. I gave them both a copy of my Author Quest entry (since they're pretty much the target age) to read. Nephew found it confusing, but hasn't seen the Dark Crystal. Niece was enthusiastic in her praise. (She's 13, and has seen the movie.) Gram and Mom managed not to snipe at each other, though Gram started obsessing about the tins of specialty cookies that she had bought; one was missing, but when Dad counted them up, we think what happened was that she gave one of the family tins to the people at EH. She kept telling us that she bought five. She had four with her, and she had given one to "those girls; they take such good care of me." There you go: five boxes of cookies. She was also obsessing about her television; she has somehow turned on closed captioning, and can't figure out how to turn it off, and expected someone to make a special trip down to turn it off for her. There's a button on the remote that she keeps brushing or pressing, and she can't seem to find it again. Bird said she would take care of it since she was playing taxi last night.

Also? I have leftovers for the next week.

Also, also? MyAuntie sent me a Xmas ornament with the lighthouse on it. This. Means. War. (Also, also addendum: Now I can't wait for her to open the photo book.... And I may have to enlist MyNuncle's help in getting lighthouse stuff for her for future skirmishes.)

I'm not certain whether "The Time of the Doctor" warrants a separate post or not. My initial impression: I didn't like it. But then, I didn't like last year's Christmas special, either, and it has grown on me. (Still don't care for the Christmas Carol one, though.) They still didn't explain how Clara and the Doctor got from where they were at the end of "The Name of the Doctor" to where they were at the beginning of "The Day of the Doctor," nor how Clara went from being disliked by the TARDIS to being able to at least close her doors with a snap of her fingers. After the brilliance of "Day," last night's episode was a distinct let down, I thought. Perhaps if it had been longer, and explored a few things a bit more, rather than just tossing them off with a single sentence or some voice over narration, it might have been better. However, I did tape it, so I will watch it again, possibly this morning.

You know, since it's so early.
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I keep seeing people referring to Osgood from "The Day of the Doctor" (the sciency character wearing a version of Tom Baker's scarf) as Kate Stewart's daughter. Which is just ridiculous, but I finally figured out where they're getting it. When the Doctor calls Kate, and Osgood carries the phone to her, Osgood calls out, "Ma'am! Ma'am! It's him!" People are mishearing the "Ma'am" as "Mom" (or possibly "Mum"), and taking that, along with Kate's constant admonishments to Osgood to use her inhaler (which she does an awful lot -- surely that's not good for her?) as proof of a relationship where none exists. I can't see proper Kate Stewart allowing anyone to call her "Mom" (or "Mum") at work, anyway. I can barely see her allowing "Mother." Besides which, later in the episode, I'm pretty sure Osgood calls her by her first name.

(I can also see Kate having had to address her father as "Brigadier" (or whatever the proper title is) or "sir" when they were at work, though I'm betting that the Brigadier (or maybe Kate) saw to it that their duties didn't much intersect.)

Also, I just this second (after a fifth rewatch) realized that they never resolved the Zygon storyline or let those six characters (Kate, Osgood, McGillop (?) and their doubles) out of the Black Archive. And Osgood and her double know which of them is which, thanks to the omnipresent inhaler. So...there's room for fanfics galore....

Huh. Just realized I have two "doctor who" tags. I'll have to go back and clean that up at some point, I suppose.

DoctorDonna

Dec. 6th, 2013 07:09 pm
malinaldarose: (doctor school)
I just read this rather sad FB thingy (one of those photo things) wherein the Doctor appears to Donna at the end of her life, after she has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and is beginning to remember her adventures with him. It was all very sad, because all he did was hold her hand while her mind burned. (The photos were a mix of Doctor Who and one of Catherine Tate's other characters, an old woman. I'm given to understand that she used to have a sketch show, so probably from that?)

But.

It occurred to me, that -- given the events of "The Day of the Doctor," it's possible that a fix could now be found for Donna. That should really be what drives him now, I think, not the possibility of finding Gallifrey. After all, he ran away from Gallifrey, and more than once. But he always values his companions. Of course, he'd have to find Gallifrey in order to find a fix, because it would undoubtedly involve The Donna-Fixing Magical Thingummy of Rassilon.
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I am having One Of Those Mornings, the kind where nothing fits, everything's ugly, and the appropriate clothing for today's forecast is packed away. It's only supposed to be 64° today, which is perfect for mowing the lawn (guess what I'm doing this evening), but less so for just being warm enough. I ended up having to use a bit of personal time because it was suddenly 7:40, and I was still in my pajamas.

I do have to say that the leisurely breakfast at the dining room table with a book was very nice.

This past weekend has been busy, as usual. I got quite a lot of work done in the library, and now only have the desk corner to tackle. That's work enough; it'll probably take me a couple of hours to set the desk to rights. What is it that I was doing? I put a small twin bed in there for summer Too! Damn! Hot! for the bedroom and Just In Case use. Of course, that meant moving out two bookcases and one medieval-styled chair...except that after I moved the first case, I realized that only the second really needed to go, and moved the first back. The second is now in the back room, with the chair beside it under the window. I should get rid of the dining room table, get another sizeable bookcase (it's not like I don't need one) and just designate the entire addition as "library." The bed isn't huge, as it's a folding one meant to be mostly stored; it's probably only as deep as the living room couch, but it's big enough for the purpose, and it gave me a place to put some of the lovely throw pillows I've bought at garage sales in recent years, freeing up yet more space in the attic-room.

A good chunk of the work in the library got done yesterday when a squirrel decided to commit suicide in the transformer across the street. The power was out here for just about an hour. National Grid was right on the case, though; almost immediately after the *pop*, neighbors a few houses up (who happen to own apartments and thus have the number handy) called to report it, and a truck was there twenty minutes or so after that. Not bad for a Sunday afternoon. It's amazing how much of what I do on a Sunday requires power. Of course, I do a lot of sitting at my desk noodling around on the computer.... Since I couldn't do that, I cleaned.

My sister is starting with my agency this morning. It's a temp job -- probably only six weeks -- but if they like her, they'll call her back. And it'll do for now, until they give the keyboard specialist (ya rly) test again and she can get on The List. Right now, she should be deep in the throes of orientation, which she had to drive to the county seat for. They don't give it in our building, probably because the Civil Service department doesn't have a presence in our building. She'll be back in my office this afternoon. That should be entertaining. I suppose I'll have to endure a few rounds of "You look so much like your sister!"

Yeah, but I'm smarter.

The news broke this weekend that Matt Smith is leaving Doctor Who. I am disappointed. I was really getting to love his Doctor -- or maybe it was just the actor, for his ability to convey the weariness of such an ancient being who has seen so much, while still being himself so very young. Which reminds me of the last time I went to the Sterling Ren Festival. It was the summer after Matt's first series and there was a kid there in bow-tie and fez. My mother, being the charitable woman she is, wanted to know if he was supposed to be the organ grinder's monkey. "No," quoth I, "he's the Doctor. Bow-ties are cool."

Right. And now, I must scurry around and get ready, or I'll be Even Later For Work.
malinaldarose: (idris)
...but no telling how soon in the future. The grass is quite long; long enough that I will probably have to take half-strips when I mow so that the mower doesn't get bogged down and stall out. (Yeah, I know I could raise the deck, but then I'd just be mowing again on Tuesday. Which I probably will be, anyway, since I don't do the front and the back at the same time.) Huh. I think I hear someone out mowing already. As it is, I don't think the grass is going to be dry...ever. The sun is out again right now, but we're supposed to have showers today, so I suppose I'll wait another hour, then head out back.

I would like to do something today that is totally unrelated to any family business. I have been ranted at by everyone concerned this week, and I'm just tired of it. (And it seems that while not answering my phone is certainly an option, if my parents want me badly enough, they'll just show up to see if maybe I'm just not answering my phone....) I contemplated a movie this afternoon, but I don't think I'm going to want to go out by the time I get done with the yard. Heh. Maybe I should just say "fuck it all" and go to McKinley and buy that chair I saw at Pier 1 last week that I've been thinking about all week. It's cute and reasonably comfy and it'd look nice in my office. I really love this couch, too, but it would so not match my house. On the other hand, one of my fondest wishes -- besides having the interior work all done -- is to have Nice Furniture, and I could burn a lot of plastic at Pier 1.

I had forgotten that last night's Doctor Who was supposed to be written by Neil Gaiman. I rather liked it, I suppose, but I'm definitely looking forward to next week's. It may, or may not mean anything, but it looked to me like River was wearing her "The Pandorica Opens"/"The Big Bang" outfit (no, not the Cleopatra one) in the trailer. As for last night's...I don't know that I've ever heard Warwick Davis when he wasn't doing something odd with his voice. I liked him as...you know, that character he was playing. And while he was obviously not who everyone (except the captain) thought he was, I didn't quite expect him to be who he actually was. Also? Cybermites are far more effectively scary than Cybermats.

Right. Well. Time to get on with avoiding my family.
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  • I will probably not take a photograph of the first day of spring. I have enough photographs of snow....

  • Photography class tonight. I will have an hour to get home from work (since I'm getting out at 5:00 tonight, instead of 4:00), feed the critters, feed myself, out Sheila, then drive back across town to the school. Wheeee! I suspect I'm going to be a little late this week.

  • We're supposed to be working with shutter speed tonight. Teacher 1 promised to bring a tire up and roll it around the class.

  • It occurred to me to wonder the other night why the SGC didn't bring the DHD from the Antarctica stargate and hook it up to the original gate. Using a DHD is ever so much faster than their "MacGyvered" computer system for dialing. Of course, they never show the gates with DHDs spinning when they dial, either.

  • It also occurred to me to wonder when, exactly, they made up the title sequences for the first couple of seasons, because they have clips in them from very late in the season or even the beginning of season 2. I have observed that most shows have clips from the first six episodes or so, because that's how much they shoot before the show actually airs. I never saw Stargate until Sci Fi picked it up in the sixth season, so it could have been then, I suppose.

  • My grandmother had another "episode" the other morning. My mom thinks it was just low blood sugar, not a TIA, and Gram had a doctor appointment later in the morning, anyway, so no hospitals were involved. Doc said to move her bedroom downstairs, and for her to take all her meds like a good girl. Mom and Dad moved her bedroom downstairs to the music room (no, I do not want the organ; I don't even really want my piano). There can't be much other than the bed in there, though, because that room was a closet to begin with, before Grampa did some remodeling when I was a tiny kid (I remember getting into that room through the bathroom).

  • I am reading a fan novel about the young days of Captain Jack Harkness, before he was Jack, when he was still just a kid from the Boeshane Peninsula. Ianto Jones is heavily involved, and both the First Doctor (with Susan) and the Tenth Doctor (without Susan, and after Donna) make appearances. The story just crossed Children of Earth and changed two of the major events from that. It's very well-written and I find that I don't want to go to work this morning until I have finished it...which I might be able to manage, actually.

  • It also occurred to me to wonder, a while back, why we assume that William Hartnell's Doctor was actually the original, that is, the Doctor as he was born. It was never explicitly stated, I thought, then I remembered that it was, actually, in "The Five Doctors," though it was William Hartnell's replacement (Richard Hurndall? Was that his name?) who said it. Still. It might be interesting if the incarnation we think of as the first was actually the tenth. Or the twelfth. (Obviously not, though, as every time Eleven flashes ID, it has William Hartnell's face on it.)

  • I hear snowblowers.

  • Which is better than seeing dead people, I suppose.
malinaldarose: (idris)
I was naughty. I put in a Think Geek order to get MyNuncle's Xmas gift¹, and I bought presents for myself. I now have a Time Lord pocket watch (which is made of shockingly cheap metal -- what I refer to as "plastic metal") and the Coffee Mug of Rassilon.

Why, yes. I am putting off dusting, why do you ask?

If putting off writing by cleaning and doing other tasks is referred to as "cat vacuuming/waxing," would putting off cleaning and other tasks by sitting down to write be considered "cat furring?"
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¹ MyAuntie and Nuncle are Old Skool Trekkies™ (as am I). I think Nuncle would appreciate the joke of a Red Shirt, but I got him a blue one, just in case. He is, after all, a Computer Geek™ so blue is just as appropriate.
malinaldarose: (tardis_bright)
I am taking Tuesday off, so I have a four-day weekend. So there.

It was raining when I got up this morning, but that system blew on through, the temperature dropped a few degrees or the humidity dropped a few percentage points -- whichever; it's now colder out than it was at 7:00 a.m. I took the van in for an oil change and to have them check the tires since the low pressure idiot light was on and I'm going out of town on Tuesday. And then I walked home, because it made more sense to me to come back an hour later and do my grocery shopping then, since I had to buy kitty litter, and I was certainly not lugging that home in my arms. Besides, they've closed the holes in the fence, so it's now a much lengthier walk from WickedMart to my house, as I have to go all the way around.

In any case, it is -- at this moment -- sunny and pretty windy. I am taking a break from mowing the lawn/mulching the leaves in the backyard while waiting for the mower to cool down a bit as I ran it out of gas. As usual. There are enough leaves left on the oak that the fallen leaves are actually dry, despite the amount of rain we had, so they're skittering out from under the mower as much as getting caught and mulched. There are distinct stripes in the yard...and with this wind, by tomorrow morning, you won't be able to tell that I even did anything.

...

Break #2

I ran the mower out of gas again. If I hadn't been mulching leaves, I'd've finished by now, but I've been going back over each semi-mulched strip that the mower kicks out. If I were smart, I suppose I'd've put the bag on it, and just dumped the leaves into the compost enclosure, but honestly, that seems like too much work...and I've only got a few strips left (which is, of course, when I run out of gas).

I really want french fries. I am trying to hold out until I go shopping with BFT on Tuesday, because she really wants a burger, so we're going to Red Robin (where I've never been) for lunch. I did break down last night and stop at MacDougal's (as MyAuntie and Nuncle call it) on the way home from work last night, but the drive-thru line was nearly to the street and it wasn't any better inside. Order #30 was still waiting for her dinner when Order #35 joined her. I turned around and left. My parents (who, in my opinion, should be ashamed to be recognized because of how often they're in there by any of the workers) tell me that the manager was transferred to the Wellsville store to whip it into shape. Service at this location has gone down accordingly.

Or so they told me when I complained about the child manning the register the last time I was in there who couldn't find any of the buttons for the various meal options. I can only hope she was new, and not that stupid...though I have my doubts.

It has turned mostly sunny, but I don't know that I'm going to go out with the camera after spending nearly three hours on the lawn. I'm really sort of looking forward to collapsing on the couch for a bit.

I finally finished Shada last night. I did, as usual, figure out the twist well ahead of any of the characters...sometimes, knowing how stories are built can be a drag. Roberts did hit his stride, and did well with Doctor Four and Romana Two. (I wonder if they could bring Romana back from E-Space for the new series? After all, if Rose can cross over from a supposedly closed-off universe, then Romana should be able to exist E-Space with relative ease.) (Also, I had to raise an eyebrow at him when he stole "synaptrol" from the Tomorrow People.) I haven't yet started another book. I did order the rest of the Georgette Heyer mysteries a week or so ago -- all used, which is always amusing because the total for the shipping was four times the total for the books. Still, it worked out to a decent -- and still used -- price per book, so I am not complaining. Though I am complaining about the one book that arrived yesterday in which the last couple of pages looked like lace. "Very good condition," my ass.

Right. Timer. Time to go mow some more leaves.
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Monday again. Why does this keep happening? I am working uptown this week, so I will be concentrating on case openings. One box filled with pending cases should be waiting for me this morning, and another box will arrive after lunch. Yay? We're losing our receptionist in that office this week, which is depressing. She does a lot of necessary and time-consuming things for us that I do not think we can delegate to her replacement who will be someone fresh off the street. Which means that we're going to get bogged down again. Which probably means snarky notes from that shrew at the county home again. Double yay?

I am feeling soggy and slow this morning. I meant to get up and go for a walk, but I didn't roll my pudgy carcass out of the bed soon enough...or so I thought. Since I have already composed two photo posts and am working on an update, clearly I did have time for a walk and I'm just too lazy to go. Stupid.

The calendar tells me that this weekend is a three-day weekend already, though my day off from work is spoiled by having a doctor appointment in the morning. Given the usual waiting time, I will probably be at the office for most of the morning. I'm not looking forward to it at all. Maybe I'll call and reschedule. Or maybe I'll just suck it up and go, especially since I intend to ask for an extra day so I can play hooky with BFT who will be on vacation. (Wish I were.)

I started reading Shada this weekend. This is the novelization of the "lost" episode from the Tom Baker era of Doctor Who; they started to film it as clips were used in "The Five Doctors." I'm not certain why they never finished it. (Was there a strike?) Anyway. The script was written by Douglas Adams. The book is by Gareth Roberts, who is one of the Doctor Who/Torchwood writers. It's...a bit slow going. I've read books by Roberts before, but he seems to be trying to imitate Adams' style, or so it occurs to me now that I think on it. It sort of struck me as a cross between a Doctor Who episode and something by Jane Austen. A bit stilted, and if Roberts is trying to write in Adams' style, he should've just gone with his own. It was especially odd reading through the scene that was used in "The Five Doctors." I'll give it a few more pages, but I might end up setting it aside.

Also, I really have to take exception to all the talk about American fans suddenly taking to Doctor Who. This American fan -- and I'm hardly the only one -- has been watching the show since the '80s. (And this is where someone will remark that they've been watching it since it started because they're British and had access to it, which I didn't until the '80s, so there.) That's hardly "sudden." Granted, now that it's being carried by a Real Network (as opposed to PBS, which some people just wouldn't watch on principle) and has Real Special Effects, it's getting wider exposure, but...I dunno. As a long-time fan, I feel sort of slighted. Doctor Who was my third "fandom" (as the term is now used) after Star Trek and The Tomorrow People (yes, the original, though I liked the '90s remake, too.)

And now I've wasted whatever time I saved by not going walkies this morning and I have to throw myself into some office-appropriate clothing and run like heck to get to the credit union to make my mortgage payment. Ah, the joys of Real Life.

Doctor Who

Sep. 23rd, 2012 11:58 am
malinaldarose: (tardis_bright)
I just read an interesting theory that claimed that last week's episode actually took place during this week's episode. The person pointed out that Rory leaving his cell phone "in Henry VIII's en suite" was mentioned last week, and then this week, they were hiding under Henry's bed. I rather like that idea.

I also have a theory about what's going to happen to Amy and Rory. We know that their last episode is going to involve the Weeping Angels. Back in "Blink," the Angels didn't rip people to shreds, like they did in "The Time of Angels"/"Flesh And Stone." Instead, they dragged them into the past and left them to "live to death." I think that's what's going to happen to...probably Rory, and Amy's going to choose to stay with him. Apparently, the Doctor can't save someone like that, or he'd've saved the cop and Sally Sparrow's friend from "Blink." Well, once he got the TARDIS back, of course. Though that would've created a paradox, since he needed the cop to warn Sally. I'd rather have something like that happen, even though it isn't a particularly satisfying ending, than to have either or both of them killed (especially Rory, since I think he's had the greater character arc than Amy has, and I like him better than her).

As for this week's episode, I thought it was funny how Kate referred to the UNIT soldiers as "dogs," given that "greyhound" used to be one of their code-words. Though as I recall, that was always the Brigadier's code, which would make her Greyhound.... Also? The ending was extremely rushed, and they really need to destroy the sonic screwdriver again, as they did back in the '80s, as they're relying on it entirely too much. Though I suppose they really can't, now, since the Doctor has to give it to River before she goes to the Library.

I would also, I think, like to see Brian meeting his granddaughter, River. He has to have known Mels, so that would certainly be interesting.... I read a fic some time back with River meeting Augustus Pond; as I recall, he was at Amy's house when River dropped by for a visit. It was very sweet.
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  • The Lead Alien came over and got his stuff yesterday. Well, most of his stuff. There is a pair of speakers and an amp in the garage, but they're on the other side of an oil slick, and until I figure out how to take care of that, they're staying there. His stuff was right where HTWIWM said it would be, along with some stuff of mine that I'd sort of assumed was upstairs in the attic. Things like the manuscript of MyAuntie's second novel (the one that never got published), the few things I saved from my bedroom when I moved out of my parents' house, the books for the paralegal course I took, lo, these many years ago. I ended up putting them all back in there save for my little Fisher-Price dragon. That is now occupying a place of honor atop my computer, next to the little Laughing HoHothat occupied my grandfather's dashboard when I was a little girl, and which I found in the garage after his funeral. No one had been able to find it, and Grama had assumed it was stolen, yet it was sitting right in plain sight. I guess it was meant for me, then.

  • Got a bit off the subject there.

  • Yes...HTWIWM left behind a few containers of noxious substances in the garage, after promising me he would take care of them. Of course, he made a lot of promises, didn't he? (And there's still a loader in my backyard and no bathroom upstairs.) The used motor oil either ate its way out of the milk jug it was stored in or the little fuzzy animals that moved in when he moved out bit through it. Either way, there's an oil slick on the garage floor that I now have to deal with. Just one more thing to add to the list.

  • My southern neighbor, who doesn't often speak to me (partly because I avoid him, because neither of us can figure out how to gracefully end a conversation), called me over to the fence yesterday to point out a widowmaker lurking in my maple tree. He thinks it broke off during the last storm, the one in which I had seen the widowmaker in the oak tree whipping around, but managing to not be dislodged. He also told me that water runs out of a spot on the trunk when it rains, which means that there's a hole through the trunk. I had just been mentally tallying up how much I would need to save up to get the upstairs windows replaced. I can't...I don't even... *shrug* Well, it's not going to get taken care of anytime soon. I'll just have to hope it's either as solidly supported as the one in the oak or that when it comes down it doesn't come down on me, the dog, or the neighbor. He did say that he would check around and see if any of the scrap dealers would be willing to come get the loader for me, and that would maybe get a little way toward paying for a Tree Guy to come in. I got the impression from our conversation, and his pointing out how nice his yard looks and how awful the broken tree on the other side of the fence from us (in the vacant lot looks) that he'd really appreciate it if I cleaned up my compost pit. Yeah, well, I'd appreciate it, too, but we're both going to have to live with it.

  • The cardinal who lives in front of my house is chirping on the porch.

  • I got as far as finding out the hours of the urgent care (sorry, I just can't bring myself to call it MASH); they're open 9:00 to 9:00 daily, which really surprised me. So if my side continues to really bother me, I can go on over. I probably should go. I just...don't want to. Maybe I'll have some breakfast and go over right after they open; then I can come home and spend the rest of the day on the couch -- 'cause I'm not doing anything today.

  • The front yard got mown yesterday. I did get most of the fallen sticks (and the maple branch) taken care of (i. e., tossed into the aforementioned compost pit) out back, but I need to get more gas before I can mow out there. I really need to clean up after the dog, too; I've neglected to do that for weeks.

  • There's always so much to do. Perils of owning a home, I know. I wouldn't go back to apartment living...though I do wish I had someone reliable to help out. The Matriarch keeps telling me that my brother will do things for me. I did specify reliable, did I not?

  • I think it is entirely possible that the idea that the Doctor can communicate with any creature is getting a bit silly. "His name is Susan. And he asks that you respect his life choices." It's funny, but really?

  • Wow. Sheila is a bit stinky this morning. And she is, of course, curled up right next to me.

  • Had dinner out with BFT last night. I ate entirely too much. I need to stop doing that. I took my pictures, though, and showed them to her; there are a couple that she'd like copies of, as she didn't get shots of them or hers weren't as clear. We agreed that we need to go back to Italy, but we don't know when. The Js will be going to Britain on their next trip, but with their family, and we had said that we were going to France on our next trip. Well, we'll see. It wouldn't be for a couple of years, anyway, though I do hope we can all get together and go to the Outer Banks next spring. (Which I probably shouldn't be hoping for, as I should be paying bills or attempting to get trees pruned or something. On the other hand, a trip to the Outer Banks would cost considerably less than a trip to Italy....

  • I really need to stop typing things and go have breakfast, don't I?

  • I have a full tank of gas. Maybe I should hop in the van with my cameras and go drive back roads for a few hours. Or drive to a cemetery I haven't photographed (which would be most of them, since I keep going to the one near my house).

  • If I were a good and considerate person, I'd go see my grandmother, and take my pictures. I haven't seen her for about six weeks again. I don't want to go see my grandmother. I feel guilty about it, too, but visits with her have become increasingly unpleasant, as she spends most of the time bitching about my mother. And I certainly have issues with my mother, but...it gets old.

  • The geese are flocking. It's a sure sign that You Know What is coming. We hates it, precious. Hates it.
malinaldarose: (tardis sexy)
The cold I caught on my vacation¹ has come back with a vengeance...or I have a new one hard on its heels. I am tempted to leave the basement until tomorrow and just lie on the couch all day and watch Doctor Who. Except that I just watched all of the last season this past week. It's not that I feel sick, it's that every time I move, I sneeze. A lot. Enough so that I'm not sure I want to be in the basement with a dust mask on. (Don't think too hard about that statement. It's gross.) And my throat is scratchy.

Speaking of Doctor Who, this video of Matt Smith, Arthur Darvill, Karen Gillan, and Steven Moffat bowling against Chris Hardwick, Wil Wheaton, and two other Nerdist cast members whose names I did not catch, is hilarious. I should bookmark it to play when I'm feeling down. Also, one can rent or download the Tennant/Tate Much Ado About Nothing here. I rather suspect I'll be doing that this weekend at some point, as I've desperately wanted to see that ever since it was first announced.

I do have to go down in to the basement at some point (it's Chore Day, after all, and some cat has been thinking outside the box again. Way outside the box.), so I will probably stay down there. I really do want to get that pile by the stairs sorted and see if I can get to the understair space from the side. I really don't want to have to move every single piece of crap that he left behind. I'll have to eventually, of course, if I ever want the basement back, but all in this week is a bit much...though we can, of course, delay getting the Lead Alien's stuff out of there. It's been down there for years already; he can't be missing it all that much. Actually, if I just work steadily at that pile of stuff today, I think I might be able to get the whole thing shifted in a few hours. Depending on whether or not the cabinets have stuff in them.... (Yes, there are cabinets under all that stuff.)
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¹ It sounds so grand. "I caught a cold while I was in Venice. Oh, la!" It actually kinda sucked. I was in Venice. And I caught a cold. Dammit.
malinaldarose: (tardis sexy)
Seems to me that if the TARDIS's voice interface can manifest as Rose or Donna or Martha or Amelia Pond, then it should be able to manifest as Idris....
malinaldarose: (River Song)
I spent all afternoon with my grandmother yesterday. She was disappointed in Kohl's, as I expected her to be. We took a quick turn around Bon Ton, as well, trying to find her some jeans with no success. Gram is about five feet tall and even petite pants are far too long for her. She said she's tired of buying things and having to hem them. We even tried regular-length capris, but that didn't work, either. Poor Gram. She had a hip replacement a few years ago, and has had all kinds of trouble since. The surgeon severed a nerve and she has trouble walking because she can't feel her foot. She has finally started using a cane, which was a bit startling. When I took her back home, she insisted on feeding me...Grama can't let people leave her house without shoving food down their throats, but I let her because I hadn't had lunch yet and it was around 3:00 p.m. when she suggested it. I did duck out when my brother arrived to walk the dogs sometime after 4:00.

I am the eldest of three children. My brother is two years, and my sister eight years, younger than I. I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one of the three of us with any brains. My sister's car failed inspection for a bald tire, so she had ten days to fix the problem. Instead of doing so, she headed for Georgia or Alabama or whever the hell it is that Number Three lives with Nephew. (Bear in mind that she is currently living here in NYS with our parents, so this is a two-day drive for her.) She had the nerve to be shocked when the tire gave out (not spectacularly, thank her luck) and she had to replace all four of them when she was many hours away from home. Really? Really? RLY?!?

Moron.

I have been mostly working today. I was able to get the shelving unit and one of the two-drawer units that I bought yesterday put together last evening, though the latter gave me some trouble as I started to put it together backwards and had to start over again...though I have to say that the experience meant that when I put the second one together today, it took me considerably less time. It took a few hours, but I have cleaned the kitchen closet out and put it back together again, and it is much better. I have moved the bookcase that was in the closet into the library, but haven't yet put it into position or loaded it with books. I'm not certain I'm going to get to that today. I have also done three loads of laundry and I have to spin them around the dryer for a few minutes (mostly for fabric softener) before hanging them to dry the rest of the way (in the basement, though, not outside, as it's a bit late in the day, now, to hang things out). I'm not sure what to do next. I was contemplating swapping my summer and winter clothes, but that's a chore generally taking about three hours and while I was outside at nooning with Sheila, I realized that the rosebushes are starting to leaf out (as are the lilacs). Also, I want to try storing my sweaters in some of those bags that you suck the air out of with your vacuum cleaner so that they store flat. Since the rosebeds are right in the middle of the yard and I have to mow around them (and the grass is starting to grow, too, which means that I need to get the mower(s) out to the repair guy), they really need to be trimmed back so that they do not become a danger to my soft pink flesh until at least August. (I generally come in from mowing the lawn later in the season with at least two deep scratches from thorns.) I believe the optimal time for trimming roses is before they being to leaf, but with spring (and summer, today!) coming so early, it's already too late for that. In addition to the roses, it's time for spring poo-and-stix (poonstix), which is that lovely chore wherein I clean up a winter's worth of dog shit and fallen sticks from the trees. Rapture! (Though now that I am down to one dog from four, the poo part won't take me nearly as long as it has in the past.)

Did have one bad moment when I was cleaning the closet and I came across something that HTWIWM had once left for me. The Magenta Sharpie had become a joke with us, and this was advice to me written with the Magenta Sharpie. "The Magenta Sharpie Speaks," it was labelled. This is why when I last saw his truck, I wanted to take a magenta Sharpie and write "asshole" in tiny, perfect block letters on the brand new Pennsylvania license plate. He wouldn't have found it for a long time, most likely, but when he did....

There was a dress at Kohl's yesterday that I keep thinking of. I suppose that means I need to try it on. It was a floral shift-dress with a pleated front and a slim belt. It was on the mannequin with a tan cardigan and looked adorable. At my current girth, it's going to look dreadful on me, but if I don't try it on and prove it to myself, I'll just keep thinking about it. Perhaps I'll stop up there tomorrow afternoon after work.

I have been reading River Song fics lately, and it occurred to me this morning that I would love to see the TARDIS manifest as Idris/Sexy again and see the two of them interact. Oh, lord. Plot bunny.
malinaldarose: (Default)
I have a tiny TARDIS!

Silliness

Feb. 15th, 2012 07:53 am
malinaldarose: (tomorrow people)
My first fandom, even before Star Trek or Doctor Who was The Tomorrow People. (In fact, were it not for The Tomorrow People, I wouldn't have started watching Doctor Who on PBS, and it wasn't because of Peter Davison's appearance in "A Man For Emily," which is my absolute least favorite story, but because I was rather hoping for the same sort of magic.) I'm sure I've written about this before. I just loved the show, so much so that when Nickelodeon aired the same half-hour segment at 7:00 p.m. as they did at 4:00 p.m., I'd watch them both. I wrote TP fan fiction, before I even knew there was such a thing -- keep in mind that I was a teen in the early '80s. There was no Internet yet, and I wouldn't learn about fanzines until many years later. When Nickelodeon remade the show in the '90s, I watched avidly, though I was a bit confused at first because I didn't realize that they had asked Roger Price to basically go back to the drawing board. The second series isn't out on DVD, but I still have my VHS recordings.

For some reason, I watched those recordings recently as well as a couple of episodes of the original series (on DVD, fortunately, as VCRs were extremely rare and expensive when it originally aired, so I have no tapes) and reawakened all my old love of the show. I even scrounged up copies of the novelizations of the new series by Nigel Robinson and of the old series by Roger Price (and others). Of the new series, there are only four; the first one The Culex Experiment actually combines the origin and "Culex Experiment" serials into one slightly thicker novel. I finished the last one last evening; they don't take very long. They're a bit disappointing; I'd've written them somewhat differently and with a bit more detail, but they do point enticingly to things that were probably planned for later serials, like what happened to Adam prior to his becoming a Tomorrow Person (the novelization of "The Living Stones" indicates that there was some tragedy in his childhood, and I did read a reasonably well-written fan piece solving that mystery) and where the ship came from. In any case, The Living Stones (the book, that is, hence the italics) ends with the Alien Menace destroyed but the rest of the swarm of them realizing that there's something tasty on Earth and heading this way.

And now I'm itching to write a grand Tomorrow People/Doctor Who/Torchwood crossover in which the Naghra arrive in their thousands (instead of the dozen or so scouts from "The Living Stones"). Someone should probably take away my computer now. (Though that probably wouldn't stop me; I still have a typewriter...or I could go really old school and actually write with a pen on paper.)
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In other, more mundane news, I did not get any half-price chocolate. Nor did I get any supermarket flowers, though I did roll my eyes at the guy behind me in the checkout line yesterday morning (I stopped to get some bread for supper), who was carrying both a bouquet of flowers and a box of something-or-other. I couldn't help but notice, as he was one of those impatient people who has to shove you out of the way whether you're done checking out or not. I hate people.

The garage I've been taking Das Woofenwagen to for repairs for the last year or so also has a small (very small; we're talking fewer than a dozen cars) used car lot. At the moment, they have three nice-looking Caravans for sale. Apparently, they get Caravans in pretty often, because when I mentioned the silver van to the guy the last time I was in, his eyes lit up...but since I didn't have any way of getting it to him other than having it towed, off to NPR it went. I really need to stop and take a look at those vans. I really, really do. Though...when I mentioned them to a friend of mine, she said that her daughter had bought a car there and ended up putting a lot of money into it.

BFT and I -- having not yet even gone to Italy -- are already discussing our next trip. She suggested going to France next spring. It seems a bit soon to me, but...France. Of course, I'm not certain that it would be workable in terms of vacation time; I'm going to use up pretty much all of mine this year. I suppose I could forego my usual week off between Christmas and New Year, though. Well, we'll see. We're not really serious about it. Yet.
malinaldarose: (hate_snow)
  • I am halfway through replacing the cover art in my iTunes library. So far, there's been only one CD I haven't been able to find artwork for at all, and it was one of those Christmas compilations that they have in carboard bins in stores like WickedMart, so I'm not too concerned about it. I suppose I could scan and upload it myself...but I'm rather too lazy for that.

  • I'm making chocolate chocolate chip muffins for breakfast. From a mix, but it's helping warm up the kitchen which is cold.

  • I love Peter Davison as Albert Campion. I finally acquired the first season on DVD, and it turns out that I had actually never seen "Look to the Lady."

  • Have I mentioned that Peter Davison used to be my favorite Doctor? That was before the current run. Now my Eccleston is my favorite...I think.

  • This is throwing off my randomosity, but while we're on the subject of Peter Davison, I also acquired the complete run of All Creatures Great and Small at a garage sale some summers back. I have yet to watch it, which really must be rectified.

  • I really wish BBC America would show the complete Graham Norton Show. Either move The Fades or cut into something else. It annoys me that they chop fifteen minutes of it. Of course, they probably chop some of it to fit it into an hour with commercials, too, but, jeez.

  • Yesterday's snow has not melted yet, and, in fact, looks like it's being added to, though I can't really tell from this angle...ah, yes. Snowing. Well, it is only February, after all.

  • I'm hoping that Grama doesn't invite me to dinner today so that I don't have to come up with an excuse as to why I don't want to go...because she simply won't accept that I'm still in my pajamas and don't want to get dressed and head out into the cold, cruel world.

  • I need to draw up a schedule for cleaning for this week because I'm not going to accomplish any of it this weekend. Something like Monday: bathroom, Tuesday: wash furniture covers, that sort of thing, because if I'm going to have company on Friday evening...the Girls wouldn't really care, of course, but still. Vacuuming will have to be done on Thursday to allow for things to settle down again, as one of my friends has allergies.

  • I need to cook something today that will make lunches and/or dinners for the week. Sunday soup would probably be the thing, and I do, I think, have all the ingredients I'd need for beef soup...as long as I pulled the beef out to thaw in the next minute or so. I haven't made soup all this winter because it makes so very much and it's really just not as good when it has been frozen. Freezing makes it weird, especially the potato soup. Hmmm. I hope I have either broth or bullion cubes....
malinaldarose: (arwen_reading)
Here is my list of books read in 2011, in the order I read them. I will also be constructing a poll for cross-linking to [livejournal.com profile] librarything, but first, the list:

1. The Matters at Mansfield by Carrie Bebris
2. The Feast of the Drowned by Stephen Cole (Doctor Who)
3. The Deviant Strain by Justin Richards (DW)
4. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
5. The Art of Destruction by Stephen Cole (DW)
6. The Doctor Trap by Simon Messingham (DW)
7. The Spark by Chris Downie
8. The Bone Palace by Amanda Downum
9. The Magicians and Mrs. Quent by Galen Beckett
10. The House on Durrow Street by Galen Beckett
11. Radiant Shadows by Melissa Marr
12. The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen
13. The Girl Who Chased the Moon by Sarah Addison Allen
14. New Amsterdam by Elizabeth Bear
15. Seven for a Secret by Elizabeth Bear
16. Runaway Husbands by Vikki Stark
17. The White City by Elizabeth Bear
18. The Writer's Tale: The Final Chapter by Russell T. Davies and Benjamin Cook
19. Shadow Unit Season 1
20. Refining Fire by Elizabeth Bear and Emma Bull (Shadow Unit)
21. Shadow Unit Season 2
22. The Unicorn Evils by Elizabeth Bear and Emma Bull (SU)
23. Chicks Dig Time Lords ed. by Lynne M. Thomas and Tara O'Shea
24. Magic Below Stairs by Caroline Stevermer
25. Aunt Dimity and the Family Tree by Nancy Atherton
26. Tiassa by Steven K. Brust
27. One of Our Thursdays is Missing by Jasper Fforde
28. A Hard Slay's Night: Murder at the Royal Albert Hall by Patricia Morrison
29. Star Trek by Alan Dean Foster (novelization of the 2009 movie)
30. Whedonistas ed. by Lynne M. Thomas and Deborah Stanish
31. Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire
32. Stepping Through the Stargate ed. by PN Elrod and Roxanne Conrad
33. Carnival by Elizabeth Bear
34. Eyes Like Leaves by Charles de Lint
35. The Riddle of the Wren by Charles de Lint
36. Star Wars on Trial ed. by David Brin and Matthew Woodring Stover
37. Skypoint by Phil Ford (Torchwood)
38. Undertow by Elizabeth Bear
39. Unnatural Issue by Mercedes Lackey
40. Through the Wardrobe ed. by Herbie Brennan
41. The Fire Rose by Mercedes Lackey
42. The Serpent's Shadow by Mercedes Lackey
43. Seven Seasons of Buffy ed. by Glenn Yeffeth
44. The Tales of Beedle the Bard by JK Rowling
45. The Gates of Sleep by Mercedes Lackey
46. Dead of Winter by James Goss (DW)
47. Only Human by Gareth Roberts (DW)
48. Wooden Heart by Martin Day (DW)
49. Judgement of the Judoon by Colin Brake (DW)
50. Trace Memory by David Llewellyn (TW)
51. Pack Animals by Peter Anghelides (TW)
52. Consequences by James Moran, et. al. (TW)
53. Almost Perfect by James Goss (TW)
54. Darkest Mercy by Melissa Marr
55. Graveminder by Melissa Marr
56. The Pirate Loop by James Goss (DW)
57. The Stealers of Dreams by Steve Lyons (DW)
58. Bay of the Dead by Mark Morris (TW)
59. Risk Assessment by James Goss (TW)
60. Detection Unlimited by Georgette Heyer
61. The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by NK Jemison
62. The Broken Kingdoms by NK Jemison
63. The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien
64. The Two Towers by JRR Tolkien
65. The Return of the King by JRR Tolkien
66. Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone by JK Rowling
67. Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling
68. Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban by JK Rowling
69. Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire by JK Rowling
70. Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling
71. Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince by JK Rowling
72. Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling
73. Small Gods by Terry Pratchett
74. Conspiracies by Mercedes Lackey and Rosemary Edghill
75. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeline L'Engle
76. A Wind in the Door by Madeline L'Engle
77. A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeline L'Engle
78. Over Sea, Under Stone by Susan Cooper
79. The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper
80. Movies in Fifteen Minutes by Cleolinda Jones
81. Greenwitch by Susan Cooper
82. The Grey King by Susan Cooper
83. Silver on the Tree by Susan Cooper
84. The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander
85. The Black Cauldron by Lloyd Alexander
86. The Castle of Llyr by Lloyd Alexander
87. Season Three of Shadow Unit, which I am putting at the end because for some reason I didn't list it in my reading list, but which I read in late spring or early summer.
malinaldarose: (Christmas)
I was gobsmacked. Gobsmacked, I say. Not a particularly euphonious word, but it accurately describes my state of mind yesterday evening when I opened the several packages from my parents. My parents generally go not only overboard but several fathoms deep for Christmas, and this year was no exception. I was a bit worried when everyone started opening painted sweatshirts that my mother had made, especially because she generally chooses saccharine images like big-eyed Precious Moments children -- though for Nuncle, she simply took a white sweatshirt and put random blodges of black paint on it because he likes damatians. But she has apparently finally figured out that I don't like that sort of thing, because I didn't get one. (Whew!) Instead, nearly every package I opened was something from my Amazon wishlist. Granted, there was the black velvet coloring kit and the incredibly inaccurate cloissoné globe paperweight (which has just a blodge for Europe and no sign of Italy whatsoever), but everything else was something that I had marked out as something I wanted. So I have a variety of medieval history books and The Flash and Kung Fu and the first season of The Six Million Dollar Man (don't laugh -- I grew up with Steve Austin and Jaime Somers). I am surprised and pleased. Mom said that she actually printed out my wishlist and carried it around with her as a shopping guide.

Despite every indication that dinner was going to be a trial at the beginning -- Mom swears she told Gram dinner was at 4:00, as usual, and Gram swears that Mom said dinner was at 5:00 -- it all turned out all right. No one mentioned how much they were missing Grampa (which meant that no one got depressed) and conversation ranged all over the place, from Auntie and I making fun of the Christmas Eve church service to vintage television shows (after I opened my gifts). It was, dare I say it, fun. I haven't enjoyed being in the bosom of my family that much in a long time.

The kids all behaved themselves and seemed grateful enough for their presents, though the Middle Gecko took offense to something the Eldest Gecko said or did and left before dinner and didn't come back until someone apparently went next door and told her she had presents waiting. Which was fine since she generally also fulfills the role of Instigatrix. Their mother was "sick" again this year. I don't think she has bothered to come to a family dinner (other than her aborted apperance at Thanksgiving) in over a year. More for the rest of us, and we don't have to listen to her going on and on and on and on about how awful her boss/the kids' teachers/Social Services (and by extension, me) is/are.

As I was beginning to think about leaving, my sister looked out the window and announced that it was snowing. The rest of us looked and saw nothing. She insisted that she'd seen white things flying past the windows. "Bats," I said. "Winter bats." (Though it turned out that she was correct; I drove home in a bit of a nasty flurry.)

And then I escaped in time to watch Doctor Who. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it at first; it seemed a bit simple compared to some of the other Christmas specials, but as someone pointed out elsenet, it wasn't The End Of The Universe, just a nice little Christmas story. I do think we've gone a bit far with the wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, sciencey-wiencey, humany-wumany phrases, though, and I won't be upset if there isn't another one. Ever. I have to say that I was quite pleased with the ending. All it needed was....

I do have to say that I really want to see River, Jack, and the Doctor all in the same episode. That, I think, would be incredibly entertaining.
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This morning, I woke up with one of my not-a-migraines, which is not optimal, since today -- once it gets going in a couple of hours -- is going to be Really Quite Busy. There will be the Walking Of The Dogs On The Dike and the Day After Christmas Shopping Because Auntie And Nuncle Haven't Bought Gifts For Each Other Yet (because they traditionally celebrate their own Christmas on New Years Day because they're always visiting family on the day itself). Tonight is Leftover Night, though I suppose I should just come up with another name for it since we haven't had leftovers since Mom took over the cooking a few years back. This year, Auntie managed to stop Gram from buying a turkey, 'cause it was just ridiculous that she was cooking a whole turkey just so we could have turkey sandwiches on Not Leftover Night. Instead, we're having beef on 'weck; Gram is getting rolls from her grocery store bakery and beef from a different grocery store's deli, and that's that.
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I have to go through my craft supplies and see what Aida (cross stitch) cloth I have. I recently purchased software to make cross stitch patterns and installed it yesterday. The first pattern I made was the shire's device, which if I get busy on now, I can have completed in time to hang it at Heralds & Scribes in April. I'm not certain I have any appropriately-sized pieces, though; I may have to go to JoAnn's and see what they've got in stock. And then I'll probably have to order something. Anyway, one of my ideas was to make patterns for the signs we use for events (Lords Changing Room, Ladies Changing Room, Troll, etc.) and stitch them to replace the really quite ugly computer printouts we use now. Of course, if I do manage it, I'll have to figure out some way of hanging them, though perhaps if I stitched them on punched cardstock (assuming they still make the stuff), we could just hang them the way we do now, in sheet protectors with Scotch tape. Maybe I should ask one of our quick scrollmakers if she'd like to illuminate signs for us....
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Thanks to Dreamwidth's open account week, MaliRose now exists over there. I will probably import this journal to that at some point, but I don't know if I'll start cross-posting. The last time I posted anything over there, I had to do it from the site itself, and I do prefer to use a client, though I suppose there's always the compose in Wordpad and paste to the post page option.
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Yeek. I should be working. I should be smearing mud on my dining room, or trimming the switchplate hole or doing dishes or something, but I have absolutely no ambition. Maybe I'll mess around with (finally) setting up an AO3 account, assuming that the invitation is even still valid, given that it is some months old.

First, though, I think I'm going to go see if the thermostat reset itself to 60° again, because I think it's a bit chilly in here.
malinaldarose: (bored now)
If you heard a cat howling about two hours ago for about forty-five minutes, don't worry about it, it was just Merlin complaining because when I went down into the basement, instead of feeding him, I snatched him up and stuffed him in a box, then took him to the V-E-T's office to be poked and prodded, have a thermometer shoved up his bung hole, and then be stuffed in a box again and brought back home.

He was, to put it mildly, pissed.

The receptionist said she heard him before we even got out of the car. Doc W came out into the lobby as we were checking in and said, "I knew the only cat coming in this evening was Merlin, but I didn't think that could possibly be him."

I thought Cruiser was loud when we had to go out there, but Cruiser was just excited, and vocal about it. Merlin was vocal, all right, but definitely not excited.

Anyway. Simplicef for another ten days or two weeks again (I haven't yet looked at the bottle to see how many tablets there are, though I should probably get his first dose down him), and she recommends that I have the geriatric blood panel done, though it's going to wait until his next round of shots are due because it's really rather expensive. He's got a heart murmur he didn't have before and may have a bit of a thyroid thing going on, so I probably don't want to let it go too long.
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Another long, long day at work. I was in half an hour early, but I finished my COLA cases, and even got a little bit of undercare done. I started working on what I thought would be a simple opening this afternoon, and it ended up taking me two and a half hours. Part of it was that I got interrupted a lot (another reason to like working uptown), but part of it was that there is just a lot of fiddly work involved in an opening, and forms, forms, forms, forms, forms. This one used to be a friend of my mother's. I can't wait until Mom finds out she's in a nursing home and starts grilling me. She did that with one of my SSI clients once, who, it turned out, was stealing from other members of the congregation. My mother, who has been a nurse, and supposedly had to keep confidentiality as a minister, should have known better. I can be remarkably deaf when it comes to HIPAA matters, though.
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I saw something rather remarkable yesterday evening (and now I'm going to remark on it). On my way home from work, in the wooded section between the train yard and the turn-off to my street, a small herd of deer dashed across the road: one, two, three, four, five. The fifth one looked as though it had forded a river of bleach. It was deer-colored on its back and partway down its sides, and white on its belly and partway up its sides, with occasional tan splotches or white splotches in the opposite colored areas. In fact, my eyes saw the coloration and my brain tried to make it into a deer-shaped cow for several seconds. I've never seen a deer colored like that. Very odd.
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You know all that money I spent on getting the van repaired last spring? And how I had to take it to a transmission place because the first place couldn't fix the transmission leak? I think the transmission is leaking again. In exactly the same way. I keep finding wet spots under the front of the van -- though I have yet to actually stick my finger in them to see if it's really transmission fluid. It used to be that it leaked in the winter, but not in the warmer weather, and it seems that the pricey repairs didn't fix that. I really need to think about getting a new vehicle in the next few years, I suppose.
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Do you suppose that the price of the sixth season of Doctor Who will drop after Xmas? It's probably a sad commentary on the state of affairs that the only thing I'm really looking forward to Christmas for is the DW Christmas special.

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