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Kittens are so cute. I came home for lunch today, and Oscar went over to Wally and started licking his head. Then there was some mutual licking going on. I didn't think anything could top all three of us napping on my bed together for the squeee!-factor, but I was wrong. Kittens = the deadliest kind of cute.
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feiran loaned me a copy of Mean Genes and I got most of the way through the intro before deciding this probably wasn't for me. I understand how they have extrapolated from genes developed to encourage mass/food storage as fat to say that's why we have trouble denying ourselves, but the whole ancient man drive to eat all on his plate at once (because the next meal was uncertain) translating into why some people are unable not to spend all the money they get? Come on, that's excusing lack of control on genes. If you have an inherited disorder, that is beyond your control. Money is so far from being a physical need, that that is too much of a stretch to fall into good science. Yes, you can reason that money provides for physical needs, but if you're already reasoning that intuitively, how much more effort does it take to realize that there is no provision if you don't store up a little? Even in the throwback hunter-gatherer days, there were some foods you could keep, so, no, that's not an excuse. Their bullshit paragraph--"Please note, this isn't a blame thing"--came too little, too late. I could see this just pissing me off, so I put it down.
Now today's Newsweek probably will also piss me off (the cover is about the Foley business and there's a banner about what's wrong with hospitals, which, working in one and being a sibling of two doctors, believe me, I know plenty about what's wrong with them already), but at least I'll have the satisfaction of throwing it away when I'm done with it.
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Maaah, no new House for another THREE WEEKS. Tuesdays are a big hole of suck on my schedule right now. Yes, my schedule is my TV-watching schedule, okay? I use TV as background to stitching (I'm almost done with the baby bib for my niece), and new stuff is preferable to old because new stuff gets me to take my eyes off what I'm doing often enough to a) keep an eye out for kittens ready to pounce on my thread, and b) stop me from going cross-eyed as I look from design to fabric and back and figure out where I'm going wrong. I'm actually having a lot of trouble with that last part because of the design I'm doing having half stitches. A half stitch is one full bar of an "X" and only one half the leg of the other. It means sticking the needle down in the middle of the square of tightly bound threads, and it's fairly messy looking regardless of execution and it makes counting the squares a bitch. I usually avoid doing patterns with the half stitch if I can, but this was really cute and perfect for the bib I bought, so stuck. I'll post a picture when it's done.
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feiran loaned me a copy of Mean Genes and I got most of the way through the intro before deciding this probably wasn't for me. I understand how they have extrapolated from genes developed to encourage mass/food storage as fat to say that's why we have trouble denying ourselves, but the whole ancient man drive to eat all on his plate at once (because the next meal was uncertain) translating into why some people are unable not to spend all the money they get? Come on, that's excusing lack of control on genes. If you have an inherited disorder, that is beyond your control. Money is so far from being a physical need, that that is too much of a stretch to fall into good science. Yes, you can reason that money provides for physical needs, but if you're already reasoning that intuitively, how much more effort does it take to realize that there is no provision if you don't store up a little? Even in the throwback hunter-gatherer days, there were some foods you could keep, so, no, that's not an excuse. Their bullshit paragraph--"Please note, this isn't a blame thing"--came too little, too late. I could see this just pissing me off, so I put it down.
Now today's Newsweek probably will also piss me off (the cover is about the Foley business and there's a banner about what's wrong with hospitals, which, working in one and being a sibling of two doctors, believe me, I know plenty about what's wrong with them already), but at least I'll have the satisfaction of throwing it away when I'm done with it.
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Maaah, no new House for another THREE WEEKS. Tuesdays are a big hole of suck on my schedule right now. Yes, my schedule is my TV-watching schedule, okay? I use TV as background to stitching (I'm almost done with the baby bib for my niece), and new stuff is preferable to old because new stuff gets me to take my eyes off what I'm doing often enough to a) keep an eye out for kittens ready to pounce on my thread, and b) stop me from going cross-eyed as I look from design to fabric and back and figure out where I'm going wrong. I'm actually having a lot of trouble with that last part because of the design I'm doing having half stitches. A half stitch is one full bar of an "X" and only one half the leg of the other. It means sticking the needle down in the middle of the square of tightly bound threads, and it's fairly messy looking regardless of execution and it makes counting the squares a bitch. I usually avoid doing patterns with the half stitch if I can, but this was really cute and perfect for the bib I bought, so stuck. I'll post a picture when it's done.