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May 26th, 2012
May 23rd, 2012
 | 12:00 pm - My tweets
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May 17th, 2012
 | 12:00 pm - My tweets
- Wed, 20:05: If you're tweeting about 11 Top Celebs to Follow, your judgment is inherently nonexistent since you're a fame whore using the term "celeb."
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May 16th, 2012
 | 10:22 pm - Tiny milestones
Tonight Fergus let me hold him on my lap for the longest time ever: between three & four minutes. Even though he wasn't in a comfortable position--halfway between sitting & lying on his back--he nonetheless purred as I scratched his ears and told him how honored I was that he was letting me have this cuddle time with him.
A little while later I had cause to curse the advent of barefoot season, however, because I nearly stepped on the dead mouse that seemed to have been ceremonially placed on the rug in front of our front door. Odds are this was another tribute from Fergus, so I'm once again truly touched & yet wishing he would pay his respects in a less bloodthirsty manner. I know, I know, though, he's a kitteh & this is what kittehs do; that's why I'm mainly touched more than anything.
Current Mood:  sneezyitchy HATE POLLEN
Current Music: LeVert - Casanova (yes, a DT filmstrip plays in my head to this)
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May 15th, 2012
 | 03:52 pm - Slightly Teal Deer-y, But At Least There Are Kitty Pix
Sophie has become increasingly obsessed with the laser pointer to the extent that we may need to arrange an intervention. These days she's invariably hanging out in the living room, plaintively meowing at me to come play with her--and of course, I usually do. Nowadays MOT will play with it for a little while, then will flop on his back (the signal that he wants the feather toy instead), but the BabyG remains enthralled to the point of obsession. I'm starting to feel more like her dealer than her Person.
I know it's a little blurry, but still, who could say no to this pwecious wittle face?
The horrendous cold is still with me, but at least my eye has stopped being like a leaky mucus faucet. I'm definitely dreading Thursday, though, when I have to go downtown; I've been avoiding any change in altitude due to how stuffed up my head already is, not to mention the significant earache, so going from 2600 ft elevation to 1426 will be absolutely no fun whatsoever. Would stuffing wet toilet paper in my ears make any difference? I'm mainly trying to avoid the painful squeaky ear transition.
Though in terms of fun, last night I talked to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.3) perfectchichi on the phone for several hours & it was AWESOME. She's doing remarkably well in her present circumstances & it was sooo great to finally talk to her in person; just as has always been the case whenever I've met internet friends IRL, we talked a blue streak on both personal & fangirling matters. I just told celia_j how glad I am that she's the one friend I can trust not to get corralled on board the Tom Hiddleston Fanwagon, though; jeez, Tumblr has turned into Loki Love Central, & sadly Cora seems to be the latest victim. I envision a battered apocalyptic future in which only CJ, a few others & I emerge unscathed, the sole survivors of The Spring Loki Laid Waste to the Fangirl Landscape. Please, if anyone else has remained immune, identify yourselves; we can start a club or something! (Note: absorption with Benedict Cumberbatch will get you bounced right out, as he seems to be a gateway drug or something.)
Lastly, these days Fergus readily trots into the kitchen to eat from MOT's food bowl when his is empty; as well, lately he has purred while sitting on my lap or being held, so we've made some major advances there. A little while ago, I was sitting with him there on the kitchen floor...
I happened to glance behind us, & cracked up at this:
MOT, Lurker Par Excellence, in a pefect example of how passive-aggressive he is. Though since he no longer attacks Fergus, I really can't complain about it, but still, I find it hilarious that he's so territorial & overly-invested in his food bowl that he's compelled to monitor it like this. Poor Moe. (That's what my bro Mike calls him & increasingly how Dad refers to him as well.)
Current Mood:  ouchy 'n sniffly
Current Music: General Hospital on the tv behind me so I kin git mah Todd freak on
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May 13th, 2012
 | 12:00 pm - My tweets
- Sat, 19:24: RT @bretterlich: Bring back VVFS! 2 straight hours airing right now on Current!!!
- Sun, 09:06: That was totally worth getting up at 6 AM PST. Congratulations City, that was nothing less than fucking incredible. :D
- Sun, 09:18: Happy Mother's Day to all the mums who follow me, most definitely including the cat moms as well! :) ♥ #CCLreprazent!
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May 6th, 2012
 | 01:05 am
Over a month into the experiment of treating MOT's aggressiveness by playing with him, it seems to be working; by taking some time out to play with the kids every day--as it turns out that Sophie is completely obsessed with the laser pointer as well--I haven't observed any aggro behavior from MOT for quite a while now. I'm not sure how much this is from him being tired out from playing (the balletic leaps he makes to get the feather toy are both hilarious & impressive), or if it's that by playing with him, I've forged a closer bond between us, but I'm not going to quibble with the results either way.
I resisted getting a laser pointer for a long time, as it seemed cruel because the poor kitties can't actually catch anything, but the vet recommended it after evaluating MOT's possible hyperesthesia (props again to telegramsam for telling me about that in the first place!), & now I'm really glad that I got it, because I haven't seen Sophie this active for years. (My only regret is buying one without an on/off switch, just a button to push down, because my hand starts to cramp after about 20 seconds--OWWWW.)
I loved how the keekats' first responses were so typical, too; MOT was instantly on it, frantically running around hellbent on catching it, whereas Sophie at first put a tentative paw out, then tried to see if she could eat it. Nowadays, though, she chases it almost as much as MOT, & in fact has begun to insist when it's Laser Pointer Time; this morning when I was walking past the living room--where we usually play--Sophie gave her sharp little peremptory mrow that indicates, "Playtiems now, y/y?" (I apologized & told her we could play after I finished eating breakfast--& we did just that.)
It was a bummed-out breakfast, though, because of Liverpool losing the FA Cup to Chelsea this AM (well AM for me, PM in the UK, of course). I knew my Reds went into it as the underdogs anyway, but damn, we really could have used that win to cap off what was a fairly lackluster season apart from the Carling Cup. Despite that, I'll still be rooting for Chelsea in two weeks when they play against Bayern for the Champions League title, as my sentimental attachment to jolly_rotten notwithstanding, I always back English teams in international competition. I think it's part of my Anglophilia contract or something.
Getting back to mes petits chats for a second, I've learned how important it is for me to take some time out specifically for the kids; it made me realize that nothing I'm doing online is so urgent I can't make time for mah critters instead (a perspective shift I sorely needed). However, I am embarking on an internet venture that IS going to take up some of my time, though the babies will not suffer any neglect as a result, 'natch; I can't remember how much I've written here before about my secondary Tumblr, Fuck Yeah Doctor Who Macros, but the extent of its popularity continues to leave me absolutely gobsmacked. When I set it up a year ago, I had NO idea that today I would have 650+ followers & posts with over 1000+ notes on them!
Anyway, I've been wondering for a while now whether I should expand it to Facebook, just because so many people seem to enjoy it & I would get a larger audience that way; this past week I posted one macro at Tumblr that had over 800 notes on it within 24 hours, & that's what helped me to decide to give Facebook a go. I'm still in the process of setting it up, so it's not public yet--I figured I should have the bare minimum of at least 25-50 macros to start with--& I'm kind of scared & excited at the same time. Taking it to a bigger stage also attracts attention to me--which I really don't want--& also ups the chances of my work being stolen (which I've already had happen once at Tumblr, plus I'm very mindful of how my niece Shannon had to stop selling her jewelry on Etsy because people were ripping off her designs, making them with cheaper materials & drastically undercutting her prices).
I also worry about the characters being property of the BBC--though naturally I'm putting in a caveat that this is solely for entertainment purposes--but I'm trying not to spaz about things that haven't happened yet, either. In any case, it's surreal that something I started doing four years ago just to make my SMAS friends laugh now is increasingly taking on the aspect of a runaway train. Given how many sad & stressful things are happening in the world, I'm just glad I can make people laugh & counter a little bit of that bad mojo.
Current Mood:  anxious
Current Music: XTC - Knuckle Down
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May 5th, 2012
 | 12:00 pm - My tweets
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May 2nd, 2012
 | 12:00 pm - My tweets
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April 30th, 2012
 | 12:00 pm - My tweets
- Sun, 15:23: @illyria13 OMG, I didn't know that JP Stuart was on Supernatural! I had the biggest crush on him when he was on a soap here in the 90's! :D
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sleepy--just woke up
