And speaking of having things up your butt, so I took my cats to the vet today.  Eloise had a routine shot/check-up.  Edward was there b/c he’s been doing this weird thing, well I won’t go into details but suffice it to say that the vet had to check out his rear hole.

And boy, was Edward not happy about that.  He flipped the fuck out.  The vet got two vet techs to hold his legs, and they had to put a muzzle on him, this scary contraption that looked like the hood they put on a person about to be executed. 

At this point I’m bawling, Eloise is screaming (as is her custom when she’s in her carrier), and the vet has to kick us both out and sedate Edward (add $200 to a bill I already can’t afford).

I came home and slept most of the day b/c it is really fucking hot.  My friend A. was supposed to come over to help packing, but for some strange reason blew me off for a date with a religious studies grad student at BC (read: 19 Ukrainian who knows maybe 10 words of English).

Anyhoose, my place is 90% packed, and I’m here with a bottle of Bacardi and Factory Girl on DVD (the latter already proving to be rather shitty).

Condolences, stubby.

Sorry Stubby, shitty week all round. Try to keep in mind though that things will get better going forward.

Condolences, Stubby. That totally sucks.

*hugs* the Stubster.

Thanks LP. I sat up with him from midnight until he gently toed the bucket at 8:50 a.m.

Listen boys and girls: It’s important that you overcome any aversion you might have about people sticking things up your butt. It could save your life.

Yes, I know gals don’t have a prostate, but I think the advice is still sound.

I’m so sorry about your dad, Stubby. That really bites. And I’m sorry for Daisy too, and I’m sorry for the broken lightbulb and the glass in your foot and the rain and the raccoon and the consequent broken light.

But at least your brother doesn’t nauseate you.

No, for serious, really sorry to hear it. That’s the worst kind of news of all.

Didja ever have one of those weeks where nothing seems to go right, and you’re glad it’s finally over?

It rained every day, I hit a racoon with the SLK230 and broke a light, my dad died, I cut Daisy’s nail too short and she left a trail of blood on the carpet through half the house until I caught her again, I have glass in my foot from stepping on a broken lightbulb. TGIF

That’s hilarious, Stubby.

My brother nauseates me. I just had to say that.

I like this one better.  This way I still get to gild my lily.

It’s been around the Internet for a while, but it still cracks my ass up.

Please remember, people:

This is late, but if you are still trying to come up with an unusual meal, try shopping at an Asian Market. careful@lunch

CE QuickMail (circa 1989) allowed you to pull back eMails, to see the status of an email (not yet read, read, read forwarded, read replied to, read deleted)), and gave useful receipts if you didn’t want to be bothered with all that yourself. Very nice. Sadly, internet eMail just isn’t as full-featured as it can’t make as many assumptions.

If gmail had some sort of feature where you could recall an email.

When I worked at National Semiconductor way the hell back in the early 90s, their email system did have that option. You’d type in “Oops” and the subject of the email and it would delete it from the people you’d just sent it to. Only worked for about five minutes, though, and then the email was un-oops-able.

Perhaps I will be made American by God…or at the very least English for we know that Anglo Saxons are cleaner than the Gaelic and Celtic filth. Not as pure spiritually as the Republican Baptist American but certainly favoured to sit in the back hard pews in the meeting places if their hearts are with Jesus. Glory Be!

*snort*

You know what would be awesome?  If gmail had some sort of feature where you could recall an email.  That would be most useful.

Oh good lord, we STILL have one of those baby carriers in my parents’ attic. We have to shift it every Christmas when we haul stuff down to decorate.

Remember the 70s?

I think my wedding shower invite went over like a ton of bricks.

Sure does.

Doesn’t Brownbacker sound like some sort of sexual term?

I post this link here because I don’t think it merits the front page, but scroll down to read about those awful gay Brits.

Spaz, if you refrain from buying said ugly shoes, LP will tell you a dirty bedtime story.  About a nice, warm rectum.

B/c everyone cares about me and my shoes.

I do, Duchess. I do.

Help me convince Spazmo not to buy another pair of ugly glued-together Rockports. I spent my entire lunch hour looking for slightly more fashionable men’s shoes on Zappos and he still wants to get a pair of these ugly men’s glue-hooves.

Meh, running is overrated.  Hobbling precariously is where it’s at.

I did get these really cute shoes @ Marhsall’s for $29.99 on my lunch break.  I’ll try to find a picture.  B/c everyone cares about me and my shoes.

Of course, first I have to hope that they will actually be *offered* to us for sale…

If I can’t run in ‘em as securely as tennies, I won’t wear ‘em…

So this morning at work was really quiet and I was bored so when our Queen ‘o Computer Equipment came in and looked harried, I offered to help. I was issued a razor blade, bottle o’ whiteboard cleaner and scouring sponges along with several stacks of Dell laptops to clean labels off of. They shall be sold. I’m hoping they will be reasonably priced so I can get one for dimmer.

No, wait:

Dream shoes.

Sure, blame it on the shoes.

Speaking of which…

Lady P, could this be related to your foot problems. Walking weird can cause a lot of back pain.

this morning I could barely muster the dog pose

What were you wearing?

The generous helping of Ibuprofen is doing much to ease the back pain. Also, Flock’s yoga stretches were terrific last night, though this morning I could barely muster the dog pose I was so stiff.

as opposed say to the effluvia from particularly energetic sex sessions that you’d meant to clean up in the morning, but never quite got to?

If it was fantastic session, the participants would have consumed any trace of human excretion.

as opposed say to the effluvia from particularly energetic sex sessions that you’d meant to clean up in the morning, but never quite got to?

No, that I’m leaving for my asshole soon-to-be ex-landlord to deal with.

For back (and other body part pain) this stuff is pretty good. I would recommend the roll-on stuff. If you can, have someone else roll it on liberally, then massage it in (they may want to wear rubber gloves). Then take a long hot shower with your back to the stream. Once the fire goes out, you will feel wonderful.

(photos, art, decoration)

as opposed say to the effluvia from particularly energetic sex sessions that you’d meant to clean up in the morning, but never quite got to?

Deep thoughts on packing/moving:

Taking all your stuff off the walls (photos, art, decoration) will instantly make the place feel much emptier (and make you feel like you’re almost done w/ packing!)

Long or short?

That’s a typo: wedding shower invite. I think we have a theme and I’m good to go tomorrow a.m. now. Long story, but she’s driven a bus before, so it involves busses.

I have to design a wedding invite

Can I help? I’ve seen a bazillion of them lately because all of my cousins have gotten married in the last few years. My sister did a really nice design for hers… Do they have a venue or theme picked out?

And the worst part is the attitude—this really goofy, campy attitude where every time he fucks up, it’s either, heehee, silly me, or he gets pouty and says, Oh, I suck, I suck, totally working the guilt trips.

“The longer we work together the more I suspect you may be right.” Why not try that one out?

That works for me, too.
Stay strong, MD. My co-worker who got whiny and pouty and paranoid got let go recently. This is the one time you may want to pray for a little downsizing.

I did that too.

Well that makes sense then. I envisioned you walking around a dental office and licking different items.

It’s the air, when you walk in. I think it’s a combination of calcium flakes, heated melting metal and whatever cleaning agent one uses to soak all the utensils.

I used to work as a dental assistant, which is how I know.

I’m afraid to ask how you know what dental office tastes like? That said, does the whole office taste the same or just certain areas?

Root-beer flavored hard candy tastes like dental office. I would know.

Yoga. Gently. Regularly. Specifically, dog and when you’re feeling up to it, cobra.