Wake up cat

browncoat sent me the link to this absolutely genius little animation about a cat trying to wake up its owner. Enjoy :)

Still awake.

Took half a sleeping pill. If I'm still here posting in another hour, I'm heading for the Baileys. Although the fingers are not exactly tripping lightly across the keyboard. This may be it. Wish me luck. I'm goin' in.

Things

I've had 2 1/2 hours sleep in the last 36 hours. I'm sending out the request for a rubber mallet. Thank you.

Remember all the angst and whinging when I discovered that I'd lost my favorite denim jacket at a supermarket last month? Well, we ended up back at that supermarket yesterday, so I figured what the hell, I'll just see if it's still there in the Lost & Found. And it was! There was much rejoicing.

I'm still madly in love with Pushing Daisies. It's the only show on the air that makes me laugh out loud. Loudly out loud at that. And when I'm not laughing I'm wearing this big stupid grin because I'm so entranced by the dark whimsy and by how very beautiful it is. Please watch it. We actually get it in Canada a day ahead of you Yanks, so you can add it onto your schedule for tomorrow's viewing.

Considering I was running on pure instinct today, I actually got a lot done. More than I needed to since I tracked down and printed out some immigration forms that Dar had already printed out. She told me; I forgot; I suck. I should get that embroidered on a pillow.

I found out that we cannot bring the kittens and the mommy cat into a shelter pretty much anywhere right now. The woman I talked with started out being very dismissive but warmed up when she realized that I wasn't trying to dump a cat that I'd grown bored with but was in fact trying to find a home for a family that we'd rescued and cared for. She said there's no room anywhere, even in the shelters that euthanize. As if I'd ever send an animal there. So dumbphilomel, tell your friend they're still available. I did put an ad in at LiveDeal which is a sort of cross between ebay and Craig's List. Wouldn't you take those kitties? I'm really starting to get a bit anxious about this.

We still haven't decided on a hotel in Vegas. Hopefully we'll get that settled tomorrow. We were talking seriously about staying at Treasure Island, but Dar said she'd found some discount coupons or something, so we may end up somewhere else. We really didn't connect that well today because we were both rather out of it.

Ooh, just checked the TI web page and besides the nightly free pirate battle in the hotel lagoon (I'm completely serious) there is also an on-site Starbucks and an on-site Ben & Jerry's! I was just telling Dar today that when I hit Vegas I was going to track down a B&J's because I have been jonesing for three long freaking years for their low-fat S'mores frozen yogurt. And it's on site. We are so staying there. Besides, what better place for all of the Naughty Space Pirates to congregate? (And it has free parking, guys.)

I'm actually looking forward to this. I mean I was happy to be getting away anywhere - Vegas, Detroit, Upper Sandusky, it really didn't matter all that much at that point - but now I'm getting excited about the actual destination. I told Dar that she has my permission, in fact my wish, to smack me if I start getting all grouchy about the obscene waste of resources in Vegas, which has got to be the least Green expanse of property in the galaxy. I'm there to just wallow in the tacky. I'll feel guilty about it later when I get home :)

Let's see. I made rather yummy chicken and baked potatoes tonight. I really only ate the potato because I can't swallow that well anymore. Very strange. But hey, that just gives me even more impetus to drink lattes and slurp ice cream. It all works.

Chloe is right at home. She's a scamp, no two ways about it: all energy and into everything. Still, she doesn't have the dominant Bad Kitty gene that Pixel had. Has. And there is cat playing between Chloe and Pix and even Chloe and Mao. Plus grooming for all parties. Yay! The only one who's still stand offish is Little Cat, but that's her nature so no big surprise there. I love our kitties :)

I took all of my meds an hour ago, fully expecting them to just drop me like slaughtered ox, but no. I go now in search of something else to do the job. Insomnia is not an option. ::cue the victorious music::

Ruh roh

My sleep schedule just got very screwed up. I slept almost 12 hours yesterday (today, whenever), not waking up until 10:30AM. Now it's 1:30AM and I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Argh.

I spent the day feeling dopey and sleepy (and man were they pissed about it.) It's led to very bad jokes, so I think you should send help.

I was blaming oxycontin as the culprit for the all day Fog Fest, but I think it has more to do with fighting off a cold. (A battle I seem to be losing, btw.) Last Monday at Thanksgiving I heard Oliver's girlfriend say that she had a cold - as if her mighty efforts to hack up pulmonary lining weren't a clue - so I tried to keep my distance, but I think she got me anyway. Dayum.

Now playing on the Nature Channel: Noble Island Monkeys 8. Apparently there was a recording of Noble Island Monkeys 1-7, and I missed it. This is probably going to put me into therapy (again), you realize that, don't you? How much loss am I expected to take before I crumple like a little origami crane? How much?

I should note that the info for this track states that the artist is Barry Krause. Now really . . . unless that's Barry doing his very best imitation of a Sumatran monkey, I think he's taking some undue credit for this particular work, wouldn't you agree? I mean, those monkeys have a very legitimate grievance if they ever want to take him to court over this. I believe a C&D is in Mr. Krause's future. And probably a COD package of imported monkey shit if he doesn't change his plagiaristic ways.

You know, I have some weird stuff in my bedroom. I spy with my little eye (the left one, right eye no worky) about a half dozen high grade face masks, a Star of David slinky, a small plastic baggie of debrided skin (don't ask), and a bottle of dry gas. Somehow I don't think Martha Stewart would approve.

Non Sequiturs 'r' Us. I'm gonna open my own store. Right next to the other stores I think about opening. The Theology Shop: All Your Gods Are Belong to Us, wherein I basically just sit on a stool and schmooze about what little I know about world religions to anyone foolish enough to wander in. I will, however, also have several camp chairs and a Mylita coffee filter pot thingie to provide a more welcoming atmosphere. Then there's the enterprise dearest to my heart - the Underachi vers C ub which must be set up directly across from or adjacent to the local Junior Achievement club, and I'll sit outside on a chair or stool that must have a missing leg, and I'll spend the day lazily reading obviously used books and listening to a radio station that is mostly static.

But for now, I believe I shall try to fall asleep. As you probably have by now. But see how my ego propels me onward in the vain belief that I still have an audience? My ego rules! (In the service of absolute honesty, I must tell you that twice I typed that as "eog". I must also tell you that I've fallen in love with that typo and hereafter my ego's name will be Eog. And in the movie of my life it will be played by a muppet of some sort. I still have to work out the details.)