Note to much of the American media ( Read more... )

I was about to leave the house this afternoon when Kaga suddenly ran into the room, flailing wildly and making a strange hissing-gasping noise. Squish was trailing him, looking deeply concerned. It took me a good 30 seconds to get hold of him and determine what was wrong ( Read more... )

While attempting to attack the evil nail clippers I had in my hand, Squish bit me ( Read more... )

Y'know, while I make no secret of my love for the fashions of the Gilded Age, I have never, not for one fleeting infinitesimal moment, EVER wanted to actually live in that era, because I can separate frivolous fantasy from grim reality ( Read more... )

Note to the animals I live with:

EVERYBODY CALM THE FUCK DOWN.

Furry toddlers. Gah.

It's far too early in the day to be drinking. Especially over pets.

"I have decided that I am Lee Van Cleef today."

"What does that make me?"

"...Eli Wallach?"

"Fuck you."

(contextKIRO radio did a piece on Steamcon this morning. It included this quote from the reporter: "I think people really like the idea of things that are powered without using fossil fuels ( Read more... )

I have a big bruise on the forefinger of my right hand (near the base knuckle).

Why?

Because last night at dance class, I hit myself with my own castanets.

Today:

Squish smacked Shylah in the eye.

I punched Kaga in the head.

Shylah whacked morthael in the mouth hard enough to draw blood.

All of these incidents were accidental.

Apparently this is a dangerous household.

We've just experienced a milestone: For the first time ever, Squish--not Kaga, who is a ninja and does this all the time--got himself accidentally trapped in the laundry room. He apparently ran in there without me noticing while I was getting something, and since I never expect him to do that, I closed the door when I left without even looking. ( Read more... )

So please enjoy the best Cease & Desist ever.