resurrecting lj day #1
I expect my entries will be tremendously boring for everyone but me. On the upside, hardly anyone posts here anymore, so fewer people will suffer.
School
I graduated in the spring from Graphic Design and have returned to purse a degree in New Media. Once again, my time for posting is severely restricted. Ironially, next week we are setting up a WordPress blog. For me this will be another WordPress blog. I have my "formal" one on my own domain, which I rarely post to because it gives me stage fright, and then I have two or three WordPress.com blogs, one of which we were required to set up for our HTML/DSS5 class during spring quarter. The others are backups I set up for LJ. Then I also have some miscellaneous blogs scattered across the internet. One is a Dear Dickweed kind of thing where I write scathing letters to people who have enraged me but to whom I can't speak directly.
Yanno, because nothing is so private as a completely public blog post.
Anyway, I have lots of blogs already and nothing much to say in any of them. How exciting to have one more.
My classes this term are Introduction to New Media (which is the class that requires Tweeting and blogging) and Digital Multimedia (podcasts and video). This one is hard because it's technically a second-year class. I'm also taking Intro to Programming, which I'm surprised that I like, and Business Math, which I'm surprised I hate. Hate. Hate, despise, and loathe. Business Math is evil. Which shouldn't surprise me, since I think most business is evil.
I'm becoming such a radical liberal in my late middle age.
Actually what shouldn't surprise me is that I hate a class I thought I would like and like a class I thought I would not. I believe this has happened every single term so far.
Critters
Dogs: Kelly and Cobie are still Kelly and Cobie. The Frontline company updated their formula and both dogs reacted strongly to it. Cobie just seemed to hate it marginally more than the old formula, but Kelly, who has always been WHEE FRONTLINE, CAN I HAVE SOME MORE? itched for days, rolled around on the floor, and tried to bite between her own shoulder blades. When I got my financial aid refund, I spent a chunk of it on generic frontline of the old formula so we can be flea free for awhile longer.
I am down to two hamsters--Psycho, the albino I adopted off of Craigslist. I have come to believe she is blind, or nearly blind, and that is why she is so quick to attack anything moving in her cage. If I speak to her before I reach in, she reacts much less violently. I also still have Rocky, the last of the babies born during my very first week of school back in 2011. She was the first one I had to move out of the nursery cage because the others beat her up. She still has the scar on her nose, which is why I named her Rocky.Zandy, the daddy, died last month. He had been mostly sleeping for months anyway, and every time I saw him it was kind of a surprise.
I am echoing on "surprise" in this entry, sorry. I'm not going to fix it.
And cats. I think Artemis is a new addition since my last entry. Technically she is Zor's. She is a tuxedo kitten, and she is completely wild. She doesn't have her full three-part name yet. So far she is just Artemis Longtail. I think she is Artemis Longtail OF something. Artemis Longtail of the Abyss.
We got her from the Humane Society. Oliver hates her. Well, he wouldn't hate her if she would stay away, but she won't. She thinks everyone should love her; she has no idea how hard she is to love. Like when she is ripping the wallpaper off the living room wall. Mind you, I dislike that wallpaper and want it ripped off...just not right now, because I don't have time to put something else up. Here we live in this nice neighborhood and the main wall in the living room is grungy gray due to dogs rubbing against it, except where it is peeled off in strips or hanging in curls due to Artemis.
I call her the ckatten. She was more than a kitten even when she was a kitten, and yet not quite a cat yet, either. Sometimes I call her cat-ness, but Zor hates that because it sounds like Katniss. Which I think would be a lovely name for the feisty little thing, because Katniss survived against all odds. And I had serious concerns about bringing a wisp of a kitten into the house with Cobie, who I suspect killed a baby rabbit in the yard. That husky thing gives him a hella prey-drive.
Kelly and the ckatten get along famously. They play leapfrog up and down the hall which is hilarious, and I wish I could get video of it, but they nearly always do it after dark. Cobie and the ckatten not as much because Cobie wants to chase her and drag her around. She does resemble quite a bit his skinnez stuffingless skunk toy...
The only time I have seen these two playing, I had left a plastic shopping bag on the kitchen table and Artemis got into it, so I picked her up and carried around in it. Then I sat down on the sofa and put the bag on the coffee table. She promptly fell off the table. Her head popped out of the bag and she looked very meerkat, and then Cobie pounced. He grabbed the bag handle and dragged her through the house. The handle ripped off in fairly short order, and he grabbed the other one. He towed her around until there was no bag left except a little piece shaped like Artemisbutt, and she let him, riding behind, mushing, all regal and as entitled as only a cat can be.
As soon as Artemis figures out how to type, I expect she'll be online trying to enroll them in the Iditarod. She really wants outside. And I understand all the reasons why cats should stay in and stuff, but she is so freaking fast, and she hides, and when we let the dogs out... Sooner or later she is going to be an indoor/outdoor cat. I don't want her to be, I just see it as inevitable.
Road Trip
Zor and I are going on a road trip today to Cincinnati. Last week was the most stressful of this term (thank you Business Math) along with a big project due in Digital MultiMedia, and I (we) need to do something fun. So we are going to have a little shopping spree--it'll have to be little due to finances--at our favorite clothing store in Cincinnati, and if I find anything good, I'm going to get rid of at least some of my collection of stained men's t-shirts. I've accrued a good number of pants that aren't sweats, so before you know it I might be dressing like a real person instead of a welfare shlump. But I'll still have my wallpaper to out me for what I really am.
I'm not going to be getting rid of my sweats, though. There's still a good week out of the month where I need those.
Til next time, have a good one...
School
I graduated in the spring from Graphic Design and have returned to purse a degree in New Media. Once again, my time for posting is severely restricted. Ironially, next week we are setting up a WordPress blog. For me this will be another WordPress blog. I have my "formal" one on my own domain, which I rarely post to because it gives me stage fright, and then I have two or three WordPress.com blogs, one of which we were required to set up for our HTML/DSS5 class during spring quarter. The others are backups I set up for LJ. Then I also have some miscellaneous blogs scattered across the internet. One is a Dear Dickweed kind of thing where I write scathing letters to people who have enraged me but to whom I can't speak directly.
Yanno, because nothing is so private as a completely public blog post.
Anyway, I have lots of blogs already and nothing much to say in any of them. How exciting to have one more.
My classes this term are Introduction to New Media (which is the class that requires Tweeting and blogging) and Digital Multimedia (podcasts and video). This one is hard because it's technically a second-year class. I'm also taking Intro to Programming, which I'm surprised that I like, and Business Math, which I'm surprised I hate. Hate. Hate, despise, and loathe. Business Math is evil. Which shouldn't surprise me, since I think most business is evil.
I'm becoming such a radical liberal in my late middle age.
Actually what shouldn't surprise me is that I hate a class I thought I would like and like a class I thought I would not. I believe this has happened every single term so far.
Critters
Dogs: Kelly and Cobie are still Kelly and Cobie. The Frontline company updated their formula and both dogs reacted strongly to it. Cobie just seemed to hate it marginally more than the old formula, but Kelly, who has always been WHEE FRONTLINE, CAN I HAVE SOME MORE? itched for days, rolled around on the floor, and tried to bite between her own shoulder blades. When I got my financial aid refund, I spent a chunk of it on generic frontline of the old formula so we can be flea free for awhile longer.
I am down to two hamsters--Psycho, the albino I adopted off of Craigslist. I have come to believe she is blind, or nearly blind, and that is why she is so quick to attack anything moving in her cage. If I speak to her before I reach in, she reacts much less violently. I also still have Rocky, the last of the babies born during my very first week of school back in 2011. She was the first one I had to move out of the nursery cage because the others beat her up. She still has the scar on her nose, which is why I named her Rocky.Zandy, the daddy, died last month. He had been mostly sleeping for months anyway, and every time I saw him it was kind of a surprise.
I am echoing on "surprise" in this entry, sorry. I'm not going to fix it.
And cats. I think Artemis is a new addition since my last entry. Technically she is Zor's. She is a tuxedo kitten, and she is completely wild. She doesn't have her full three-part name yet. So far she is just Artemis Longtail. I think she is Artemis Longtail OF something. Artemis Longtail of the Abyss.
We got her from the Humane Society. Oliver hates her. Well, he wouldn't hate her if she would stay away, but she won't. She thinks everyone should love her; she has no idea how hard she is to love. Like when she is ripping the wallpaper off the living room wall. Mind you, I dislike that wallpaper and want it ripped off...just not right now, because I don't have time to put something else up. Here we live in this nice neighborhood and the main wall in the living room is grungy gray due to dogs rubbing against it, except where it is peeled off in strips or hanging in curls due to Artemis.
I call her the ckatten. She was more than a kitten even when she was a kitten, and yet not quite a cat yet, either. Sometimes I call her cat-ness, but Zor hates that because it sounds like Katniss. Which I think would be a lovely name for the feisty little thing, because Katniss survived against all odds. And I had serious concerns about bringing a wisp of a kitten into the house with Cobie, who I suspect killed a baby rabbit in the yard. That husky thing gives him a hella prey-drive.
Kelly and the ckatten get along famously. They play leapfrog up and down the hall which is hilarious, and I wish I could get video of it, but they nearly always do it after dark. Cobie and the ckatten not as much because Cobie wants to chase her and drag her around. She does resemble quite a bit his skinnez stuffingless skunk toy...
The only time I have seen these two playing, I had left a plastic shopping bag on the kitchen table and Artemis got into it, so I picked her up and carried around in it. Then I sat down on the sofa and put the bag on the coffee table. She promptly fell off the table. Her head popped out of the bag and she looked very meerkat, and then Cobie pounced. He grabbed the bag handle and dragged her through the house. The handle ripped off in fairly short order, and he grabbed the other one. He towed her around until there was no bag left except a little piece shaped like Artemisbutt, and she let him, riding behind, mushing, all regal and as entitled as only a cat can be.
As soon as Artemis figures out how to type, I expect she'll be online trying to enroll them in the Iditarod. She really wants outside. And I understand all the reasons why cats should stay in and stuff, but she is so freaking fast, and she hides, and when we let the dogs out... Sooner or later she is going to be an indoor/outdoor cat. I don't want her to be, I just see it as inevitable.
Road Trip
Zor and I are going on a road trip today to Cincinnati. Last week was the most stressful of this term (thank you Business Math) along with a big project due in Digital MultiMedia, and I (we) need to do something fun. So we are going to have a little shopping spree--it'll have to be little due to finances--at our favorite clothing store in Cincinnati, and if I find anything good, I'm going to get rid of at least some of my collection of stained men's t-shirts. I've accrued a good number of pants that aren't sweats, so before you know it I might be dressing like a real person instead of a welfare shlump. But I'll still have my wallpaper to out me for what I really am.
I'm not going to be getting rid of my sweats, though. There's still a good week out of the month where I need those.
Til next time, have a good one...