The middle of another week.
Let's see what Breszny has up his sleeve this week:
Pisces Horoscope for week of September 14, 2006
Millard Fillmore was President of the United States from 1850 to 1853. He was the last holder of that office who was neither a Democrat nor Republican. Let's make him a symbol of freedom from the rigged con game that is America's two-party political system, as well as an inspiring image for those of you who aspire to rise above every either-or dichotomy. Fillmore will be your mascot as you declare your independence from the dualistic ways of thinking that threaten to ensnare you. He'll be an emblem that rouses you to transcend the simplistic arguments spewed by fanatical devotees of the Us Versus Them racket. Escape the vise, Pisces.
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I was just railing against the two-party system the other day. But all I can think of when I read this is Dave Barry Slept Here: A Sort of History of the United States, which featured the following re: Millard Fillmore.
HIGHLIGHTS OF THE FILLMORE ADMINISTRATION: The earth did not crash into the sun.
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Voting yesterday was a breeze, there was no one in line when I got there and I was not in there long, having brushed up on everyone (even school board nominees!) before going. Except that huge honkin' list of people for the Democratic committee. What was up with that? I skipped 'em. I know, they'll be heartbroken. I was pleased to hear this morning that Schaefer will be out of a job. FINALLY.
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The outdoor cats are going nuts. I blame the tuna I gave them on Monday morning. On Monday evening, they emerged from under cars where they were napping to meow at me. I went upstairs and changed into exercisin' clothes and came outside again to take a walk around the neighborhood (might as well before we lose all the light in the evenings). Whew, they weren't out begging anymore. I took my walk, which was quite nice. Yesterday morning, fed them again, sans tuna. They still seemed happy. Yesterday afternoon, there they were again! Mewing away! So, because I am weak, when I came back out to vote I brought them a few more crunchies. They must be hungry, to be acting like this! As I left for the polling place they were settling down to the chow. When I got back, they weren't eating any more and there was a little kibble left. Hunh, guess they weren't as hungry as I thought they were! But yet as I walked past their spot, out they came. River was mewing, Simon doesn't do that as much as she does. They followed me back over to where the food was and were milling around, nibbling at it and mewing at me, when someone else walked by and they darted into the storm drain. Oops. The person asked about the cats ("Are they friendly?") and I got a chance to explain the rescue process that had happened. But the cats wouldn't come out while the other person was there. This morning, when I walked out the door and started walking towards them they both came running at me. Like, River ran out into the middle of the street. What the...? I can only suspect that they now think I might, at any time, give them tuna, and they are VERY excited by that fact. Clearly they don't want affection, as they still don't get quite close enough for touching (except River who does occasionally now sniff my hand...when it's holding food). Also, Simon is getting so big! I think River will always be a small cat. She still looks pretty skinny to me, hence the addition of the occasional can of tuna. I'm still trying to think of what to do with them when the winter comes. The feral sites recommend setting up a shelter, but they seem perfectly happy in the storm drain. That shouldn't be a problem unless there is a huge snowstorm, I guess.
I don't talk about my own cats as much, because they don't have as many adventures, although they remain consistently adorable and loving. Oh, yesterday Oz walked out into the hall again. He was almost confident, except for still being scared. He darted down to the windows across from the elevators, looked out, jumped a little when he saw the view, and came back. Meanwhile, Scully got into the action too, walking tentatively out into the hall. She sniffed the carpet a little but then Oz came zipping back in so I gathered her up and brought her in too. I think hallway exploration is an activity better left to the later times of night, in the early evening there are too many people coming and going and too many chances for them to freak out.
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And, finally,
"Cane and Able"
First reaction: EEE, Laura Palmer! Nice to see Sheryl Lee in a guest spot. The kid who was Patient of the Week was quite good, too, as child actors go. It was a freaky storyline that seemed a bit backgroundy, but then again the PotW really wasn't the focus this time. I loved Wilson's "I was afraid your wings would melt" speech, but I still don't get why they chose NOW to take House's ego down a peg. While he's already struggling with who he is, with how he functions, without his cane and without his Vicodin? Doesn't make sense, Wilson. I do believe he's trying to do it out of concern for House, but there is something else going on too. House didn't seem very House-like but I think that was the point. We're supposed to feel how off he's put by his supposed failure of the week before. The way his face lit up as he figured out why Cuddy was being so kind to him was brilliant. I'm sure I'll have more after a re-watching.
Oh. I forgot, probably because I blocked it out of my memory: ENOUGH WITH THE NEEDLES INTO EYEBALLS, PEOPLE!
Pisces Horoscope for week of September 14, 2006
Millard Fillmore was President of the United States from 1850 to 1853. He was the last holder of that office who was neither a Democrat nor Republican. Let's make him a symbol of freedom from the rigged con game that is America's two-party political system, as well as an inspiring image for those of you who aspire to rise above every either-or dichotomy. Fillmore will be your mascot as you declare your independence from the dualistic ways of thinking that threaten to ensnare you. He'll be an emblem that rouses you to transcend the simplistic arguments spewed by fanatical devotees of the Us Versus Them racket. Escape the vise, Pisces.
--
I was just railing against the two-party system the other day. But all I can think of when I read this is Dave Barry Slept Here: A Sort of History of the United States, which featured the following re: Millard Fillmore.
HIGHLIGHTS OF THE FILLMORE ADMINISTRATION: The earth did not crash into the sun.
--
Voting yesterday was a breeze, there was no one in line when I got there and I was not in there long, having brushed up on everyone (even school board nominees!) before going. Except that huge honkin' list of people for the Democratic committee. What was up with that? I skipped 'em. I know, they'll be heartbroken. I was pleased to hear this morning that Schaefer will be out of a job. FINALLY.
--
The outdoor cats are going nuts. I blame the tuna I gave them on Monday morning. On Monday evening, they emerged from under cars where they were napping to meow at me. I went upstairs and changed into exercisin' clothes and came outside again to take a walk around the neighborhood (might as well before we lose all the light in the evenings). Whew, they weren't out begging anymore. I took my walk, which was quite nice. Yesterday morning, fed them again, sans tuna. They still seemed happy. Yesterday afternoon, there they were again! Mewing away! So, because I am weak, when I came back out to vote I brought them a few more crunchies. They must be hungry, to be acting like this! As I left for the polling place they were settling down to the chow. When I got back, they weren't eating any more and there was a little kibble left. Hunh, guess they weren't as hungry as I thought they were! But yet as I walked past their spot, out they came. River was mewing, Simon doesn't do that as much as she does. They followed me back over to where the food was and were milling around, nibbling at it and mewing at me, when someone else walked by and they darted into the storm drain. Oops. The person asked about the cats ("Are they friendly?") and I got a chance to explain the rescue process that had happened. But the cats wouldn't come out while the other person was there. This morning, when I walked out the door and started walking towards them they both came running at me. Like, River ran out into the middle of the street. What the...? I can only suspect that they now think I might, at any time, give them tuna, and they are VERY excited by that fact. Clearly they don't want affection, as they still don't get quite close enough for touching (except River who does occasionally now sniff my hand...when it's holding food). Also, Simon is getting so big! I think River will always be a small cat. She still looks pretty skinny to me, hence the addition of the occasional can of tuna. I'm still trying to think of what to do with them when the winter comes. The feral sites recommend setting up a shelter, but they seem perfectly happy in the storm drain. That shouldn't be a problem unless there is a huge snowstorm, I guess.
I don't talk about my own cats as much, because they don't have as many adventures, although they remain consistently adorable and loving. Oh, yesterday Oz walked out into the hall again. He was almost confident, except for still being scared. He darted down to the windows across from the elevators, looked out, jumped a little when he saw the view, and came back. Meanwhile, Scully got into the action too, walking tentatively out into the hall. She sniffed the carpet a little but then Oz came zipping back in so I gathered her up and brought her in too. I think hallway exploration is an activity better left to the later times of night, in the early evening there are too many people coming and going and too many chances for them to freak out.
--
And, finally,
"Cane and Able"
First reaction: EEE, Laura Palmer! Nice to see Sheryl Lee in a guest spot. The kid who was Patient of the Week was quite good, too, as child actors go. It was a freaky storyline that seemed a bit backgroundy, but then again the PotW really wasn't the focus this time. I loved Wilson's "I was afraid your wings would melt" speech, but I still don't get why they chose NOW to take House's ego down a peg. While he's already struggling with who he is, with how he functions, without his cane and without his Vicodin? Doesn't make sense, Wilson. I do believe he's trying to do it out of concern for House, but there is something else going on too. House didn't seem very House-like but I think that was the point. We're supposed to feel how off he's put by his supposed failure of the week before. The way his face lit up as he figured out why Cuddy was being so kind to him was brilliant. I'm sure I'll have more after a re-watching.
Oh. I forgot, probably because I blocked it out of my memory: ENOUGH WITH THE NEEDLES INTO EYEBALLS, PEOPLE!