Unplugged
It is done. ealdthryth disconnected the cable converter box and will be taking it back to Charter today. Although I may temporarily have a void in my life from the lack of television viewing choice, I'm sure I can find something else more prodctive to do to fill the time. The combination of cable television and a DVR pretty much turned us into couch potatoes--something I Eeyore'd predicted might happen.
Emerging from our broadcast-induced hibernation gave us pause to wonder last: "we used to have friends, didn't we?" No, I don't really blame television for reducing contact with our friends, but in order to have people visit us, it seems to take a legistlative act and a massive upheaval in everyone's schedule. I doubt if it could be singled out to one or even two things.
I could blame it on moving to where we are, but where we were wasn't any closer/difficult/easier to get to. We spent some time pondering this puzzle last night. We didn't come to any earthshattering conclusions, but some of our reasoning led us to somewhat disappointing realizations.
Abney Park
On of the resident music afficianados has hundreds of audio CDs here at the office. A little risky, but since he can lock his cabinet, I suppose his investment is safe enough. I say afficiando, but he is more like an auditory gourmand.
Just as a "Give it to Mikey!" experiment, I offered our copy of Lost Horizons for him to listen to. He seemed pretty enthusiastic about it after listening to it for the afternoon, and I explained to him who Abney Park is and the "genre" they fall into. The word "steampunk" came up, and his eyes lit up: I love me some steampunk!
OK, he did say it that way, but his grammar was intended to be a joke. The context you aren't getting from this is that my coworker is near retirement, so it was a little unexpected that this musical genre would appeal to him. But, you never know....
Hopefully, I have caught AB another member of the Expendable Crew...
Penguin Fu
We may need to consider actually purchasing a cat bed. For the brief period of time that any box lid remains empty, some cat adopts it as a bed. It is pretty amusing when a size 10 cat tries to get into a size 4 box. At any rate, we hadn't figured out a place to store the "pop-up" penguin hamper. It is currently fastened in collapsed mode -- which makes it a mostly flat circle with a raised edge. Josie has been using as a nest, and now Ignatius has adopted it as a lounge spot. Both of them rest in it, posing Sphinx-like with their whiskers turned up in satisfaction.
Although the idea of bring yet another space-consuming thing into the house is moderately horrifying, the cats do seem to want something of the sort. Who are we to deny our furry children?
Unfortunately, ealdthryth sent me to get litter while I was on my way home. I spotted inordinately cute cats that were up for adoption. I also spotted kitty costumes. Oh yes, I briefly pondered the awful practice of dressing one's cat in a silly hat--or more accurately a feline coif--of some sort. Ignatius is probably the only cat in the house that would tolerate it--but only briefly. I can only imagine the GtH look and attitude we'd get from AElfgifu.... No worries, though. We would not humiliate our kitties in such a fashion--tempting though it may be at times.
Still Here
Obviously the new particle accelerator didn't end the world.
Emerging from our broadcast-induced hibernation gave us pause to wonder last: "we used to have friends, didn't we?" No, I don't really blame television for reducing contact with our friends, but in order to have people visit us, it seems to take a legistlative act and a massive upheaval in everyone's schedule. I doubt if it could be singled out to one or even two things.
I could blame it on moving to where we are, but where we were wasn't any closer/difficult/easier to get to. We spent some time pondering this puzzle last night. We didn't come to any earthshattering conclusions, but some of our reasoning led us to somewhat disappointing realizations.
Abney Park
On of the resident music afficianados has hundreds of audio CDs here at the office. A little risky, but since he can lock his cabinet, I suppose his investment is safe enough. I say afficiando, but he is more like an auditory gourmand.
Just as a "Give it to Mikey!" experiment, I offered our copy of Lost Horizons for him to listen to. He seemed pretty enthusiastic about it after listening to it for the afternoon, and I explained to him who Abney Park is and the "genre" they fall into. The word "steampunk" came up, and his eyes lit up: I love me some steampunk!
OK, he did say it that way, but his grammar was intended to be a joke. The context you aren't getting from this is that my coworker is near retirement, so it was a little unexpected that this musical genre would appeal to him. But, you never know....
Hopefully, I have caught AB another member of the Expendable Crew...
Penguin Fu
We may need to consider actually purchasing a cat bed. For the brief period of time that any box lid remains empty, some cat adopts it as a bed. It is pretty amusing when a size 10 cat tries to get into a size 4 box. At any rate, we hadn't figured out a place to store the "pop-up" penguin hamper. It is currently fastened in collapsed mode -- which makes it a mostly flat circle with a raised edge. Josie has been using as a nest, and now Ignatius has adopted it as a lounge spot. Both of them rest in it, posing Sphinx-like with their whiskers turned up in satisfaction.
Although the idea of bring yet another space-consuming thing into the house is moderately horrifying, the cats do seem to want something of the sort. Who are we to deny our furry children?
Unfortunately, ealdthryth sent me to get litter while I was on my way home. I spotted inordinately cute cats that were up for adoption. I also spotted kitty costumes. Oh yes, I briefly pondered the awful practice of dressing one's cat in a silly hat--or more accurately a feline coif--of some sort. Ignatius is probably the only cat in the house that would tolerate it--but only briefly. I can only imagine the GtH look and attitude we'd get from AElfgifu.... No worries, though. We would not humiliate our kitties in such a fashion--tempting though it may be at times.
Still Here
Obviously the new particle accelerator didn't end the world.