I could really use a weekend right about now. Pity I won't be getting one.
Got home and put three rows onto my shawl while clearing two hours off the DVR with Mom (whose baseball game for the day turned out not to have been recorded after all). That much went well. Then I tended to the bunnies and had my dinner while reading and drifted off to my room to get myself into bed and woke up around 3:30 -- lights on and teeth unbrushed. Ah, well. So I'm very tired again today, not so good.
Also, last night when I got home and went to let the bunnies out of their cage, Marvin managed to fall into the gap where the door on the second level of the cage wasn't quite clipped all the way shut, and while I was figuring out how to go about freeing him without dropping him, he slipped or squirmed through the gap and dropped two feet to the ground. Which, he's done before -- he tends to sometimes not notice he's right up to the edge of the shelf until his front paws are slipping off it, and I'm not always there to nudge him back up before he falls. Sometimes he may even jump deliberately. But last night after he fell, he was moving only on three legs, dragging a back leg behind him, and I was afraid I'd need to be taking him to the after-hours animal clinic. I got the cats fed and came back into the living room to assess him -- he'd dragged himself back into the cage and was lurking in Willow's usual spot in the "tunnel" where the posterboard half-blocks the sides of the cage, but when I came out of the kitchen he came to the door of the cage to see if I was bringing him a treat. He got another butt-bath because he needed it (he's due for another trimming of his tail and associated areas), but when I set him down afterwards he was using all four legs again, though with a bit of weakness to the hindquarters. He's been having issues for months now -- sitting with one leg or another stretched out beside him rather than tucked under himself, or sitting lopsidedly, and then there was the two-week period when he seemed unable to jump to the second level of the cage. So, another worrisome symptom.
Willow, meanwhile, showed that she's learned to recognize the sounds of Mom preparing a bowl of fruit bits and yogurt for herself -- or possibly can just smell the banana from the next room. She got very excited, and I reminded Mom to set aside a couple of pieces of fruit for the bunnies -- watermelon instead of banana this time, but they like that fine, too. We've been having a watermelon week since Sunday night I took the time to carve up the small one I'd bought, eating what was left over when the seven little tupperware containers Mom had were all filled. The tubs are small enough for Mom and I to bring to work for lunch -- large enough for eating on two consecutive days. Definitely makes it easier to snack on at home, too.
Links from Tumblr / Twitter / Facebook:
Infographic: TSA - Grope & Pillage
Graffiti Raids Across London as Police Sanitise City Ready for Olympics -- "It’s not uncommon for us to be contacted by respected ex-graffiti writers. That said, we certainly weren’t expecting the late night phone calls that we received from some past artists last night, who got in touch to tell us that they had been raided by the police yesterday (17th July). While graffiti writer’s homes being raided by the police is not a rare phenomenon, this series of raids came as quite a shock to many of the artists as most had given up painting illegal graffiti some 15 years ago. Some of the people who were arrested had stopped painting graffiti without prior permission over a decade ago, and now paint commissioned artwork for corporate clients, while others haven’t touched a spray can at all in many years. For both types of ex-graffiti enthusiast, a knock on the door from the British Transport Police was the last thing they were expecting."
The Wedding -- "Will and Erwynn met at church and fell in love. But they had a big problem-'don’t ask, don’t tell.' The unlikely story of the first gay military union."
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selenay pointed out Military Strategy: What are the optimal siege tactics for taking Magic Kingdom's Cinderella Castle? -- "Secondary Objective: While in Fantasyland we will have the opportunity to take down the menace of all parents everywhere. The 'It's a Small World' ride will be within our reach. Our secondary objective is to eliminate the ride with extreme prejudice. This isn't a capture mission like the castle, but one of complete annihilation. Expect heavy casualties as their adorable repetitiveness burns into your skulls like white phosphorous in the jungle. Our sacrifices will be great, but our suffering is in the name of protecting others."
Linkhopping led me to: The chromosomal evidence that mankind nearly went extinct. -- "Humans have 46 chromosomes. Our closest primate relatives have 48. So where did those extra two disappear to?"
From the same series of articles: Groucho, smurf, faint sausage, and other ridiculous gene names. -- "For reasons of tradition and one-upmanship, fruit fly geneticists have emerged as the wits and wags of genetic nomenclature. Different fruit fly genes are called groucho, smurf, lost in space, fear of intimacy, tiggywinkle, and the Dada-esque faint sausage. Without the tinman gene, fruit flies cannot grow a heart. The cleopatra gene can kill flies when it interacts with another gene, asp. Cheap date leaves flies tipsy after a mere sip of alcohol. Ken and barbie mutants lack genitalia."
Raul Rodriguez, Texas man, gets 40 years in prison for fatally shooting neighbor after claiming 'stand your ground' defense -- "Retired Houston firefighter Raul Rodriguez was sentenced Wednesday to 40 years after he claimed that Texas' version of a stand-your-ground law allowed him to fatally shoot a neighbor over an argument about a noisy party."
Sidelinked from the above: Dad of Ohio cancer patient, 4, denies Disney trip -- "An Ohioan says he blocked his 4-year-old daughter's Make-A-Wish trip to Disney World because he doesn't believe donations to the wish-granting organization should be spent on a child who appears clear of illness after two years of cancer treatments. The Sentinel-Tribune in Bowling Green reports McKenna May of Haskins completed treatment for leukemia but couldn't go to Disney because both parents had to agree."
Okay, posting now so I can close my browser and be focused and productive for a while before leaving. Going to have a decision to make when I get home -- to head out to the gym immediately, and hopefully be able to get showered and to bed at a decent time? Or to take a five-hour nap and go to the gym at midnight? Either one would work, though I'd probably get more sleep in total if I took the nap first. What I need to not do is get home and screw around wasting time neither sleeping nor exercising. Knitting in front of the TV wouldn't be an optimal usage of my time tonight -- especially since I'm going to need to get at least some of my usual Saturday night computer stuff taken care of tomorrow night, and definitely won't have time for a gym trip then or on Saturday.
Because the trip over to see Lauren and Aidyn and Dad is going to eat my entire Saturday -- given how it worked out last time, Mom's probably going to allow me only enough time to eat my lunch, deal with the rabbit cage and maybe mow the lawn before attempting to drag me out the door. And I'll be lucky if we get home not much past 10pm. Also, don't think I'll be seeing the Batman movie over the weekend -- I won't have the time, unless I decide to go tomorrow night and then stay up to the wee hours on the computer when I get home... Which, actually a possibility, considering I can sleep as late as I need to Saturday, and am probably going to wind up getting on the computer when I get home from Dad's anyway. Hopefully this is the last time Mom wants to go over there for a while, since Lauren should be able to drive over to see us before too much longer. (Lauren took her driving exam Tuesday and flunked it, so she's going to have to go back and try again next week. Given her crack on Facebook some weeks before about not having been behind the wheel for six years and still being a better driver than I am, I'm viciously amused. And still holding a grudge for her making catty remarks about my lack of driving skills during the period when I was A) driving a car low on power steering fluid and having to wrestle the wheel for every turn and B) giving her no-car-having making-me-late smoking-in-my-car ass a ride.)
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Also, last night when I got home and went to let the bunnies out of their cage, Marvin managed to fall into the gap where the door on the second level of the cage wasn't quite clipped all the way shut, and while I was figuring out how to go about freeing him without dropping him, he slipped or squirmed through the gap and dropped two feet to the ground. Which, he's done before -- he tends to sometimes not notice he's right up to the edge of the shelf until his front paws are slipping off it, and I'm not always there to nudge him back up before he falls. Sometimes he may even jump deliberately. But last night after he fell, he was moving only on three legs, dragging a back leg behind him, and I was afraid I'd need to be taking him to the after-hours animal clinic. I got the cats fed and came back into the living room to assess him -- he'd dragged himself back into the cage and was lurking in Willow's usual spot in the "tunnel" where the posterboard half-blocks the sides of the cage, but when I came out of the kitchen he came to the door of the cage to see if I was bringing him a treat. He got another butt-bath because he needed it (he's due for another trimming of his tail and associated areas), but when I set him down afterwards he was using all four legs again, though with a bit of weakness to the hindquarters. He's been having issues for months now -- sitting with one leg or another stretched out beside him rather than tucked under himself, or sitting lopsidedly, and then there was the two-week period when he seemed unable to jump to the second level of the cage. So, another worrisome symptom.
Willow, meanwhile, showed that she's learned to recognize the sounds of Mom preparing a bowl of fruit bits and yogurt for herself -- or possibly can just smell the banana from the next room. She got very excited, and I reminded Mom to set aside a couple of pieces of fruit for the bunnies -- watermelon instead of banana this time, but they like that fine, too. We've been having a watermelon week since Sunday night I took the time to carve up the small one I'd bought, eating what was left over when the seven little tupperware containers Mom had were all filled. The tubs are small enough for Mom and I to bring to work for lunch -- large enough for eating on two consecutive days. Definitely makes it easier to snack on at home, too.
Links from Tumblr / Twitter / Facebook:
Infographic: TSA - Grope & Pillage
Graffiti Raids Across London as Police Sanitise City Ready for Olympics -- "It’s not uncommon for us to be contacted by respected ex-graffiti writers. That said, we certainly weren’t expecting the late night phone calls that we received from some past artists last night, who got in touch to tell us that they had been raided by the police yesterday (17th July). While graffiti writer’s homes being raided by the police is not a rare phenomenon, this series of raids came as quite a shock to many of the artists as most had given up painting illegal graffiti some 15 years ago. Some of the people who were arrested had stopped painting graffiti without prior permission over a decade ago, and now paint commissioned artwork for corporate clients, while others haven’t touched a spray can at all in many years. For both types of ex-graffiti enthusiast, a knock on the door from the British Transport Police was the last thing they were expecting."
The Wedding -- "Will and Erwynn met at church and fell in love. But they had a big problem-'don’t ask, don’t tell.' The unlikely story of the first gay military union."
selenay936 /
selenay pointed out Military Strategy: What are the optimal siege tactics for taking Magic Kingdom's Cinderella Castle? -- "Secondary Objective: While in Fantasyland we will have the opportunity to take down the menace of all parents everywhere. The 'It's a Small World' ride will be within our reach. Our secondary objective is to eliminate the ride with extreme prejudice. This isn't a capture mission like the castle, but one of complete annihilation. Expect heavy casualties as their adorable repetitiveness burns into your skulls like white phosphorous in the jungle. Our sacrifices will be great, but our suffering is in the name of protecting others."
Linkhopping led me to: The chromosomal evidence that mankind nearly went extinct. -- "Humans have 46 chromosomes. Our closest primate relatives have 48. So where did those extra two disappear to?"
From the same series of articles: Groucho, smurf, faint sausage, and other ridiculous gene names. -- "For reasons of tradition and one-upmanship, fruit fly geneticists have emerged as the wits and wags of genetic nomenclature. Different fruit fly genes are called groucho, smurf, lost in space, fear of intimacy, tiggywinkle, and the Dada-esque faint sausage. Without the tinman gene, fruit flies cannot grow a heart. The cleopatra gene can kill flies when it interacts with another gene, asp. Cheap date leaves flies tipsy after a mere sip of alcohol. Ken and barbie mutants lack genitalia."
Raul Rodriguez, Texas man, gets 40 years in prison for fatally shooting neighbor after claiming 'stand your ground' defense -- "Retired Houston firefighter Raul Rodriguez was sentenced Wednesday to 40 years after he claimed that Texas' version of a stand-your-ground law allowed him to fatally shoot a neighbor over an argument about a noisy party."
Sidelinked from the above: Dad of Ohio cancer patient, 4, denies Disney trip -- "An Ohioan says he blocked his 4-year-old daughter's Make-A-Wish trip to Disney World because he doesn't believe donations to the wish-granting organization should be spent on a child who appears clear of illness after two years of cancer treatments. The Sentinel-Tribune in Bowling Green reports McKenna May of Haskins completed treatment for leukemia but couldn't go to Disney because both parents had to agree."
Okay, posting now so I can close my browser and be focused and productive for a while before leaving. Going to have a decision to make when I get home -- to head out to the gym immediately, and hopefully be able to get showered and to bed at a decent time? Or to take a five-hour nap and go to the gym at midnight? Either one would work, though I'd probably get more sleep in total if I took the nap first. What I need to not do is get home and screw around wasting time neither sleeping nor exercising. Knitting in front of the TV wouldn't be an optimal usage of my time tonight -- especially since I'm going to need to get at least some of my usual Saturday night computer stuff taken care of tomorrow night, and definitely won't have time for a gym trip then or on Saturday.
Because the trip over to see Lauren and Aidyn and Dad is going to eat my entire Saturday -- given how it worked out last time, Mom's probably going to allow me only enough time to eat my lunch, deal with the rabbit cage and maybe mow the lawn before attempting to drag me out the door. And I'll be lucky if we get home not much past 10pm. Also, don't think I'll be seeing the Batman movie over the weekend -- I won't have the time, unless I decide to go tomorrow night and then stay up to the wee hours on the computer when I get home... Which, actually a possibility, considering I can sleep as late as I need to Saturday, and am probably going to wind up getting on the computer when I get home from Dad's anyway. Hopefully this is the last time Mom wants to go over there for a while, since Lauren should be able to drive over to see us before too much longer. (Lauren took her driving exam Tuesday and flunked it, so she's going to have to go back and try again next week. Given her crack on Facebook some weeks before about not having been behind the wheel for six years and still being a better driver than I am, I'm viciously amused. And still holding a grudge for her making catty remarks about my lack of driving skills during the period when I was A) driving a car low on power steering fluid and having to wrestle the wheel for every turn and B) giving her no-car-having making-me-late smoking-in-my-car ass a ride.)
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