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28th May, 2015. 2:59 pm.

Cutting for a disastrous attempted biopsy on a very unhappy cat who was determined to spread the misery around, Mad Max: Fury Road, and the FIFA corruption indictments:Read more...Collapse )

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5th May, 2015. 6:23 pm.

OK, neuroses on full display here. I made an off-the-cuff comment about LJ and DW on Sunday afternoon, hit the “post” button and then went to take a nap. When I woke up, I checked my email on my phone, discovered I had 8 or 9 new replies all to the same entry, and promptly freaked out on the assumption that I had made people mad and/or posted a stupid thing that had made people realize I was stupid. Probably both. I still haven’t actually read any of the replies. Sigh.

I never said I was a psychologically healthy individual. Of course, LJ/DW is usually my safe place where I can go to get away from the real-life stuff that makes me nuts. It’s not usually the thing that’s making me nuts. No idea what’s going on here, but even after I took an Ativan, I still couldn’t make myself read those replies. I’m going to take a little break from LJ/DW until it stops being the thing that’s stressing me out and goes back to being relaxing.

Bear in mind that I’ve been sleeping really badly lately and have been worried about YMW, which may have helped contribute to my over-the-top paranoid reaction to the (still theoretical, since I haven’t read the comments) "people being mad at me"/"people realizing I'm actually very stupid" thing.

Incidentally, the use of "friends" in quotation marks in the last post was not meant to be insulting or passive-aggressive (I am often passive-aggressive, but I wasn't trying to be on Sunday). Some of the people on my LJ friends list are actual friends. Others are acquaintances with whom I share some common interests. It's one of the reasons I prefer DW's use of the word "circle" instead. Much more neutral than "friends".

So, um, the parading of my crazy is now over. Carry on.

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3rd May, 2015. 12:08 pm.

I don't much care for Essie's Toggle to the Top. I love the name, and it looks great in the bottle, but the polish goes on all...gloopy.

I discovered a fabulous new Mexican restaurant yesterday. Actually, it's been around for almost 2 years, but I've never eaten there before. What a waste of 2 years.

For complicated and boring insurance reasons, YMW's biopsy has been postponed to May 28th. I am submitting a request for pre-approval of the biopsy to the insurance company, and should hear back by the end of this coming week whether it's covered or not. If it's not covered, alas, I don't think it's going to happen. I can't afford to spend nearly $2,000 on vet fees. On the bright side, it's brilliant that they have the pre-approval process. I'd hate to find out afterwards that it's not covered.

I am filled with trepidation over the future of Livejournal and Dreamwidth. I've heard that activity on LJ is way down. I happen to LIKE this journalling platform. I would hate to see it disappear suddenly, lose half my "friends" and be forced to adjust to Tumblr. I don't like Tumblr. It's great for visuals, but as a journalling platform, it kinda sucks.

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2nd May, 2015. 10:32 am.

Mystery novelist Ruth Rendell has died aged 85. Time for a re-read of some of her books, I suspect. But not Simisola, which made me cry my eyes out. Excellent, excellent book, but it made me a sad panda.

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27th April, 2015. 8:25 am.

God almighty, the figures that are being thrown around regarding the Nepal earthquake are mind-boggling. The latest estimate is 3,800 people dead. 3,800 is the kind of figure that just makes no sense to me. I have made a small donation to Doctors Without Borders, as they seem like a reputable organization. Also a small donation to the PayPal Canada humanitarian coalition fund (PayPal is waiving their usual transaction fees for these charities). Remember, any donation over $10 gets you a tax receipt.

On a different note altogether, cutting for reaction spoilers to Avengers: Age of Ultron. Please note I haven't seen the movie yet (it doesn't open in Canada until Friday) and I haven't read any spoiler-y reviews, but I know some people consider reactions to be spoilers in and of themselves, so I'm being very careful:Read more...Collapse )

I saw My Fair Lady yesterday at the Massey Theatre in New West. Really well done and enjoyable, but very looooooong. They made absolutely no cuts to the script whatsoever that I could see, and it meant that including intermission it was 3 frelling hours long. If you're going to put on an exceptionally long musical, at least have 2 intermissions so people can go to the bathroom more than once.

The Vancouver Canucks are out of the playoffs. Someone was letting off firecrackers in the alley the night of the game, after it had finished, so I assumed they had won. But no, Calgary won. I can only assume that Firecracker Guy was originally from Calgary, and celebrating in enemy territory. What a brave soul!

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25th April, 2015. 8:56 am.

Dogs are silly. I was at the vet clinic picking up more anti-nausea meds for YMW and saw a fluffy little Bichon Frise try to attack a German Shepherd. It yanked so hard and suddenly on the leash its owner let go, ran at the German Shepherd growling and snapping, and the German Shepherd let out a massive WOOF and the Bichon Frise scuttled away. I love German Shepherds. If I had a house with a big backyard and unlimited leisure time in which to walk it, I would want to adopt one (probably a troubled one, knowing my history with feline hard luck cases). But YMW would never forgive me. She hates dogs. She always hisses at Venus Fly Trap whenever he and Mum come to visit, and he always looks so hurt.

Gakked from [personal profile] giandujakiss, have the story (with a very happy ending, rest assured) of a stray dog who followed an extreme sports team all through the Amazon.

Gakked from...someone on my f-list/dwircle, the most loud sex complaints to police in the five boroughs of NYC come from this building in Brooklyn. Clearly that's where Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes live. Clearly.

[personal profile] londonkds has a really fascinating post talking about a collection of essays, called "Doctor Who and Race".

And [personal profile] tatjna talks about having made the transition from being working class and poor to middle class and touring a factory floor, and the sense of alienation she feels. Very interesting observations on class and race.

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21st April, 2015. 6:08 am. I may not watch GoT, but I know what a Khaleesi is

I know I said I wasn't going to use my credit card for a month, but I am a weak, weak woman. I just bought one of these shirts for Niece. It says, "I'm not a princess, I'm a Khaleesi." I don't watch Game of Thrones, but Sister and BIL do. Plus, Sister is always dressing Niece in pink stuff with frills and ruffles. The shirt is pink, but it has a militant message. Pink but stealthily feminist. Hey, at least I didn't buy nail polish. Progress.

Besides, I was driven to it. YMW threw up all over my bed yesterday. Changing the sheets was *just* what I wanted to do after a long day at work. However, it was the first time in over 24 hours that she'd thrown up, which I'm choosing to take as a good sign. She's having anti-nausea meds with every meal and she's actually eating them. I'm sorry for the obsessive reports on the state of YMW's stomach, which must be very boring for everybody except me.

I'm babysitting Saturday, and am apprehensive. Niece is *exhausting*. Also, if I break her, Sister and BIL will never forgive me. It's not like I can pick up an undamaged replacement at Babies 'r' Us.

[personal profile] legionseagle over on Dreamwidth pointed out that the law school flow chart in my last post actually left out several important boxes.

I overheard the most incredibly transphobic comment on the Skytrain yesterday. I won't repeat it but it had me sputtering indignantly. I was contemplating breaking into the conversation of complete strangers standing next to me when the guy to whom the comment had been made seemed to notice my death glare and drew his conversational partner (the guy who made the comment) away. I didn't feel like following them to the other end of the Skytrain carriage to harangue the guy (although he would've deserved it), so I didn't. Good instincts, but fail on the follow-through. But they were both big guys, so caution kicked in.

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19th April, 2015. 8:40 am.

I just received the NICEST comment, feedbacking my feedback on a truly excellent fic. So now I'm beaming at the whole world, in spite of the fact that work is a cyclone, Brother-in-Law can barely walk, and Young Miss Weaver throws up everything I feed her. My obsessive over-analysis of fic I love pays off!

Also, Avengers: Age of Ultron opens on May 1st. Hopefully it won't suck.

Gawked from [personal profile] cofax7, have a flow chart of reasons not to go to law school. Probably essential reading if you're considering law school, but if you're already a lawyer or already in law school, maybe don't read it. It would be discouraging.

The excellent fic in question, BTW, is Julia Roberts Sits on a Throne of Lies, by [personal profile] smithereen, and it's alternately *hilarious* and poignant. It's also unfinished, I feel I should warn people. It's hockey RPF, a Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane AU, set in early 2010 shortly after the Vancouver Olympics (during the season that the Blackhawks would later go on to win the Stanley Cup for the first time in decades). I am so very going to hell. I used to have standards, people. I wouldn't read RPF. But then authors I really loved in other fandoms started to write hockey RPF, and I ended up dipping my toe in the waters.

Oh look, the cat threw up again. Where's the paper towel? I'm so glad I have wood laminate flooring instead of real hardwood. She's definitely going for an ultrasound, as soon as my vet clinic connects with the itinerant veterinary radiologist and figures out when she can fit YMW in.

Edited to add: the above is not meant to denigrate people who cheerfully engage in reading and writing RPF. I just had a thing about it for a long time where I was uncomfortable with it, and then I, well, stopped being uncomfortable with it. Except a little guilt remains. But that's my own thing, not anybody else's.

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17th April, 2015. 6:25 am.

Happy birthday, [personal profile] shezan!!!!!!

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16th April, 2015. 1:59 pm. another post about Young Miss Weaver

That wretched, wretched cat has decided she doesn’t like cooked chicken thigh anymore. And she’s not terribly keen on the Wellness canned food either. I’m not sure how she expects to survive without eating. She ignored the chicken long enough that I had to throw it out, but deigned to eat a few bites of the Wellness this morning, after 24 hours of turning up her nose at all food. I am running out of different foods to try with her. It’s like she thinks she’s Gandhi, or one of the early suffragettes in prison. I will stop at the hipster pet supply store on my way home and buy a few cans of various different brands of food, see if *something* tempts her. The vet said not to vary her diet too much, but the vet failed to take into account the idea that she might go on frelling hunger strike. I may also buy a starter pack of raw food, see if small morsels of that will stir her appetite.

I am getting thoroughly sick of this. Also thoroughly worried, because this is not especially normal behaviour. For five years she scarfed down whatever you put in front of her, and suddenly she’s the pickiest eater who ever picked. To say nothing of the vomiting (oh yes, she's started that again). If she keeps this up much longer, it’s back to the vet for an ultrasound, which she won’t enjoy one bit. I swear, if she turns out to have a terminal disease, I'll break her kneecaps. Except I don't think cats have kneecaps. She's not quite 6, I'm not ready to lose her. If she were 14 or something, I'd be mentally prepared.

Did anybody figure out why on earth UEFA scheduled Bayern v. Porto and Barcelona v. Paris St. Germain at the exact same time? You'd think they'd have had one on Tuesday and one on Wednesday, so people wouldn't have to choose which game to watch. And apparently they were both great games. I am annoyed with Michel Platini right now. I'm sublimating my worry about YMW into annoyance with UEFA, I suspect.

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