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azurelunatic) wrote2003-08-12 10:25 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-08-12 10:25 pm
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My phone card has joined with the ghosts of the legions of socks that once marched proudly, two by two into the laundry to emerge with their numbers seriously depleted, ravaged by the dark forces that lurk there.
So I guess I won't be calling Mama just now. Pity.
Bad geek did not update her service packs. Bad geek. No Tim Tam. (mmmm. Tim Tams. Mmmmm.)
The lady next door or her minions are hammering. Not that I mind; it's just that I'm used to being the loud one. (Dust Puppy is so cute. "Pitr told me I could be his mini-onion!")
Anyway. Rambling random update.
Downloading files and patches. (Patches was our cute busy banty rooster. He was shaped like a triangle. He got married to the Bantam Bantam. It was a sweet wedding. Lixy and Greybird-ha! were the attendants; FatherSir officiated. There was a cornbread cake. Bantam Bantam wore white, even though it wasn't strictly appropriate.)
Visiting a random website yesterday morning, I got a popup ad for DeVry. I was amused.
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theonlyasd, at first my busy/tired mind parsed "sandpiper rug" as "sandpaper rug", which did not at all make sense, but would be a really interesting decorating statement.
I washed cats.shammash has decided to forgive me, I guess, because he came prowling in, and mrrrrooed at me, and came right up when I patted the bed for him to jump up, and he let me scritch his ears. eris_raven is still invisible. She didn't panic too badly for the washing this time, and didn't scratch at all. I guess she's becoming domesticated?
Tick tick tick goes the biological clock? Dunno. A locked post made me start thinking (again) about that. I know whose genes I want in me; I know I still want a few more years of freedom before I have to keep watch over my own children. And I don't want a competitor to slide in early.
...If I'm going to have kids of my own, I want his genes with mine. If that's not to happen, I suppose I'll adopt. Eventually. I've already given the Little Fayoumis nearly three years. These have been good years, too. He's so tall. You can tell by his nose now that he's not biologically mine. Barely. If you look closely enough. He's still so small. I can still lift him up and flip him around easily. What, 70 lbs? Maybe?
So I guess I won't be calling Mama just now. Pity.
Bad geek did not update her service packs. Bad geek. No Tim Tam. (mmmm. Tim Tams. Mmmmm.)
The lady next door or her minions are hammering. Not that I mind; it's just that I'm used to being the loud one. (Dust Puppy is so cute. "Pitr told me I could be his mini-onion!")
Anyway. Rambling random update.
Downloading files and patches. (Patches was our cute busy banty rooster. He was shaped like a triangle. He got married to the Bantam Bantam. It was a sweet wedding. Lixy and Greybird-ha! were the attendants; FatherSir officiated. There was a cornbread cake. Bantam Bantam wore white, even though it wasn't strictly appropriate.)
Visiting a random website yesterday morning, I got a popup ad for DeVry. I was amused.
theonlyasd, at first my busy/tired mind parsed "sandpiper rug" as "sandpaper rug", which did not at all make sense, but would be a really interesting decorating statement. I washed cats.
shammash has decided to forgive me, I guess, because he came prowling in, and mrrrrooed at me, and came right up when I patted the bed for him to jump up, and he let me scritch his ears. eris_raven is still invisible. She didn't panic too badly for the washing this time, and didn't scratch at all. I guess she's becoming domesticated? Tick tick tick goes the biological clock? Dunno. A locked post made me start thinking (again) about that. I know whose genes I want in me; I know I still want a few more years of freedom before I have to keep watch over my own children. And I don't want a competitor to slide in early.
...If I'm going to have kids of my own, I want his genes with mine. If that's not to happen, I suppose I'll adopt. Eventually. I've already given the Little Fayoumis nearly three years. These have been good years, too. He's so tall. You can tell by his nose now that he's not biologically mine. Barely. If you look closely enough. He's still so small. I can still lift him up and flip him around easily. What, 70 lbs? Maybe?