Representative
Context: The start of June is (usually) the start of decent weather (which should be read as "not entirely snow-filled") here in Undisclosed Location. Result: many people moving last weekend and this week, Lint and Loopy included. Secondary result: due to Evil Stairs in their new place (which is otherwise incredibly gorgeous and open, and I am very jealous), I am now the owner of their couch, and they have custody of my futon couch and futon chair in return. This has meant a reordering of other furniture in my apartment, and I've moved a folding table under the living room windows which are fully 50% of the windows in this apartment. The cats are beside themselves with glee, and we have all three spent a fair amount of time gazing out the windows, though only they are sitting on the table (though they share the chair with me, which I feel is unfair to me, and have expressed as much; no response yet, I'll keep you updated).
So this evening, when I looked up from the computer and took a sip of wine, I was puzzled to see no cats. It wasn't until I decided to flop on a floor cushion that I realized one was under the table (grooming herself decadently, hence hiding under the table) and as soon as I hit the floor the other stood on the table and stuck his head between the wall and the tablecloth. She is now sitting on my chair, I am on the floor, and he has just batted my PhD -- still in its tube, I should have it framed -- off another bookshelf (soon to be replaced with one from Lint and Loopy; that shelf killed their TV in a murder most foul post-move). Now, of course, he is being an ungrateful brat and lurking in the kitchen, hoping the dry food box will magically unseal and issue forth a second dinner for him.
Life with cats, guys, it's a thrill a minute. Tomorrow I am going to read a passel of files I downloaded on campus about affect theory and emotions and whatnot, which should hook nicely into some research I am doing for the medieval bromance class I am vaguely fomenting in my head. I am worried I will break from reality and title it "Friendship is Magic" at some point...and that I will be so persuasive that some poor registrar will run it with that title. I have to have popular classes at this stage in my career, you see: it's a lure. Intellectually honey-trapping.
Also, I suppose I should read Game of Thrones. Other than "rocks fall, everyone dies, and women are abused horribly while supposedly being 'empowered'," what else do I need to brace for?
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So this evening, when I looked up from the computer and took a sip of wine, I was puzzled to see no cats. It wasn't until I decided to flop on a floor cushion that I realized one was under the table (grooming herself decadently, hence hiding under the table) and as soon as I hit the floor the other stood on the table and stuck his head between the wall and the tablecloth. She is now sitting on my chair, I am on the floor, and he has just batted my PhD -- still in its tube, I should have it framed -- off another bookshelf (soon to be replaced with one from Lint and Loopy; that shelf killed their TV in a murder most foul post-move). Now, of course, he is being an ungrateful brat and lurking in the kitchen, hoping the dry food box will magically unseal and issue forth a second dinner for him.
Life with cats, guys, it's a thrill a minute. Tomorrow I am going to read a passel of files I downloaded on campus about affect theory and emotions and whatnot, which should hook nicely into some research I am doing for the medieval bromance class I am vaguely fomenting in my head. I am worried I will break from reality and title it "Friendship is Magic" at some point...and that I will be so persuasive that some poor registrar will run it with that title. I have to have popular classes at this stage in my career, you see: it's a lure. Intellectually honey-trapping.
Also, I suppose I should read Game of Thrones. Other than "rocks fall, everyone dies, and women are abused horribly while supposedly being 'empowered'," what else do I need to brace for?
This entry was originally posted on a site that respects user privacy.