Tonight was the season finale of Enterprise. What did I get to watch? This:
That’s why I say anyone would be a fool to rely on satellite for their teevee pleasure and their internet connection. Mutherf-ing rain.
Sometimes you just need a little monkey in your life to make everything OK.
Why does the media publish stuff like this?
Either there is an imminent threat or there isn’t. We believe that someone out there doesn’t like us and would like to kill or frighten as many of us as possible. But, to say this: “The United States fears al Qaeda is plotting a big attack in this country but has no plans to raise the terror threat level and no details on when, where or how it might occur, officials said on Wednesday” is akin to me saying “I may or may not have mayo on my sandwich today, or tomorrow, but probably on something before the weekend is through”. In other words, don’t clutter up my world with things you don’t know.
I live 2 hours outside of DC and 2 hours away from the Virginia Beach/Norfolk area–two really huge targets on the east coast. My how fried we’ll be if either of those cities is hit. Give me news I can use or shut up.
I’ve mentioned the gazillion year old cat that we have. The other cat is 14 years old and when I got the gazillion cat the vet predicted that he was 3-5 years old. So, by my math that makes “gazillion” 17, 18 or 19 years old. I rarely mention how sweet he has become in his really old age, but he has become the biggest sweetie ever. He was always more friendly than the other cat, but he never liked to sit with me until recently. He likes to get lots of loving now and if I am home he has to be with me. Truly, I can take a walk through the house like those annoying kids in that even more annoying cartoon familycircus (really, those cartoons were funny when I was 5–that was 31 years ago–get some new material) and the cat will follow me no matter how many times he bounces off walls or furniture. He’s blind, did I mention that?
So, the hosting server needed a new disk. The new disk has been installed and the better-half is setting up the RAID. The news that the site is back up should make the googlebot very happy since it has been repeatedly trying to access and do its thing.
On a completely different subject, I mentioned in the post from this morning how much I liked the youth radio segment yesterday. I had to rush out and purchase the track Frijolero by Molotov. And, because one track needs company here’s a list of other recent purchases:
Disturbed-Down With The Sickness
Rage Against the Machine-Bulls on Parade
Tommy Tucker-High Heel Sneakers
Daniel Bedingfield-If You’re Not The One
DJ Andy Smith/The Meters-Cissy Strut
Allison Moorer-When Will You Ever Come Down
Gary Jules-Pills
For those of you who must know, I use MusicMatch Jukebox Plus.
Yesterday I heard a Youth Radio segment on NPR that was awesome. I generally like listening to the segments when they air but I really thought the two young women did a great job with this particular story. I encourage you to give it a listen.
The Characters and the Scene:
14 year old cat with a terrible attitude
Owner standing at kitchen sink preparing asparagus for dinner
Gazillion year old cat face-planted on kitchen floor (perchance to dream)
The Action:
14 year old cat racing across den floor
Owner catching the cat running out of the corner of her eye
Gazillion year old cat face-planted on kitchen floor (blissfully unaware)
Frog and Goat is a year old today. The entries have gotten better don’t you think?
On Saturday we started the work on replacing the door between the garage and basement. We worked diligently for most of the afternoon and got the frame installed. Around 6pm, my sister called and said they had just finished dinner and wanted some ice cream. She said they’d bring some over and we could have some with them. I told her we hadn’t had dinner yet but to come on over because everyone knows dessert before dinner is not at all a bad thing.
It seems the owl I saw about a month ago while staining the porch stairs has decided to make our woods its home. We haven’t actually seen the owl prey on anything yet, but the same birds that whine when a fox is nearby let us know that the owl is around.
The owl moves through the under story so quietly and gracefully that if it weren’t for the whiny birds, we’d probably never know the owl was there. The whiny birds whine and the owl just sits on a tree branch until it feels like moving. I find it interesting that the owl typically picks the branches of the smaller trees in our woods. Even though it is the under story, some of our larger trees have lower branches but the owl doesn’t seem to care for those.
Having the owl around makes me think of a short story I read many years ago about a cat-eating owl. The owl perched on a window sill and plucked out kittens from inside a house. I have no memory of what else this story was about or who wrote it. I suspect it was from the now defunct Story magazine.
We met at the local lumberyard to order a new basement window and a new door to go between the garage and basement. Apparently the window is a weird funky custom size and we’re going to re-think what needs to happen with that. I don’t much care since although it is as rotten as the state of the world, it isn’t a big gaping hole like we have between the garage and basement.
We have to do a little work with the saw to get the door to fit into the opening, but I’m not worried about that. Because I’m one mean muther when it comes to home improvement. And, that’s the reason for this posting. The guy working the counter at the lumberyard looked at us and asked how handy we are. Well, I understand he didn’t want to sell a complex job to people with zero skillz. But, I got the feeling that my having curves is what prompted that question. Let me tell you what mister lumbering lumber salesman, I can freaking wield a hammer like you’ve never seen. I’m the freaking yoda of hammer swinging.
