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Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie...
Aug. 18th, 2009 01:54 pmFrom an email I got last night:
Glad you got the laptop working. I can see you sitting at the Barnes and Noble typing away on your cute little laptop, blogging away about Torchwood and writing fan-fiction and looking out at the rest of the world at the cafe for inspiration. It just seems like "you" if you know what I mean. All in a good way.
Ah how well the invisible best friend knows me. (Invisible as I never see him but rarely...like three (or is it four now?) times this year so far and we only live a couple miles apart.) Email rather heartwarming in strange read between the lines way.
Today started out with a little mousie funeral. I was sitting on my couch night before last reading "Clouds of Witness" and suddenly a mouse dashed into the living room ... looked around with a WTF? expression... and bolted before I could see which direction he/she went. The cat sort of nosed around a bit when he came in from sulking in the garage, but there didn't seem to be any major mouse chasing going on. He likes to chase things ... mice, bugs, treats. He's not so much down with the killing part however. The mice he does kill never have any external signs of chomping. I've seen him carry them around for a while, and then put them down so they can run and he can chase them some more. He likes to put them in shoes and watch them leap out.
But anyway... there was poor dead mousie on the hallway rug (apologies to anyone squicked out by dead rodents.) So, inspired by that NCIS eppy the other day where they stick the guy in the torpedo tube, I wiggled mousie into a spare toilet paper tube that was destined for the trash anyway... and put him in a bag ... and we had a little mousie funeral by the outside trash cans. Words were said. Not many and not elegant. I found myself saying "Where's Reverand Alden when you need him" (points for the obscure Little House references??).
Then off to work, and after working most of the morning I have achieved internet on my laptop. Thanks to the library for which I work for finally putting down directions that actually worked at getting everything authenticated. GO LIBRARIANS!!
After all this technology side-tracking me I have to get back to work. Thestupids students arrive Friday for the Fall semester. I expect to get slammed very soon with last minute OMG but I gotta have this video (ok, dvd, but "video" is the default term for all moving picture media around here) for class on Monday. I do so love rushed cataloging. You end up doing everything three times as you forget the picyune stuff in the rush. Would rather take my time... but until someone elects me princess of the universe...
So off to work, and continue to tweak little Lola.
Glad you got the laptop working. I can see you sitting at the Barnes and Noble typing away on your cute little laptop, blogging away about Torchwood and writing fan-fiction and looking out at the rest of the world at the cafe for inspiration. It just seems like "you" if you know what I mean. All in a good way.
Ah how well the invisible best friend knows me. (Invisible as I never see him but rarely...like three (or is it four now?) times this year so far and we only live a couple miles apart.) Email rather heartwarming in strange read between the lines way.
Today started out with a little mousie funeral. I was sitting on my couch night before last reading "Clouds of Witness" and suddenly a mouse dashed into the living room ... looked around with a WTF? expression... and bolted before I could see which direction he/she went. The cat sort of nosed around a bit when he came in from sulking in the garage, but there didn't seem to be any major mouse chasing going on. He likes to chase things ... mice, bugs, treats. He's not so much down with the killing part however. The mice he does kill never have any external signs of chomping. I've seen him carry them around for a while, and then put them down so they can run and he can chase them some more. He likes to put them in shoes and watch them leap out.
But anyway... there was poor dead mousie on the hallway rug (apologies to anyone squicked out by dead rodents.) So, inspired by that NCIS eppy the other day where they stick the guy in the torpedo tube, I wiggled mousie into a spare toilet paper tube that was destined for the trash anyway... and put him in a bag ... and we had a little mousie funeral by the outside trash cans. Words were said. Not many and not elegant. I found myself saying "Where's Reverand Alden when you need him" (points for the obscure Little House references??).
Then off to work, and after working most of the morning I have achieved internet on my laptop. Thanks to the library for which I work for finally putting down directions that actually worked at getting everything authenticated. GO LIBRARIANS!!
After all this technology side-tracking me I have to get back to work. The
So off to work, and continue to tweak little Lola.
