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Jul. 30th, 2004 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cleolindaSo I emerge from another day down in my underground lair rec room. Today was LOTR day, and--damn, that is a lot of movie. I clocked it at about eleven or twelve hours, although that includes bathroom breaks and family interruptions. By the time I was halfway into ROTK, I started skipping a scene here and there: "Ew, spiders. Skip. Ew, more spiders. Skip. Yes, they're still dirty and thirsty, I get it. Skip skip skip."
My mother, meanwhile, has largely gotten a grip on herself, now that I've spent three days in a row holed up and glued to the DVD player. I mean, I had (another) talk with her about the whole nagging thing--part of the reason I kept getting so frustrated was because I'd say, "You know, I know where you're coming from but it's really not helping me, and besides, this is to important to me to blow it," and she'd say, "Yeah, I know," and then she'd still nag. So today I was like, "Look, I'm watching this today and that on Saturday and this here on Sunday, and then I should have seen everything once through, and I can pick one to start on." And I guess that made her feel like I had a plan or something, because she seems a lot calmer now. Also, she kept bringing me drinks. And then pizza. I could learn to live with this.
However, the cat bit the everliving shitfire out of my hand. She decided to watch Two Towers with me, and all of a sudden, while I was petting her on my knee, she grabbed my right hand--my writing hand--and just chowed on it. Seriously, a fang tooth went in really, really deep, and I ended up in the bathroom stanching the blood with peroxide for about five minutes solid. (Blood running down my arm as I walk into the den: "Hey, does anyone have any Neosporin?") Of course, that's my cat for you--I've got two awful long scratch scars on my right wrist that look like I tried to off myself. Drunk. With a butter knife. Ain't pretty, folks.
Tomorrow: Braveheart and Titanic, if I don't die of pseudo-Celtic soundtrackitis first.
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 10:03 pm (UTC)Ouch, cat sctratches huuuurt. I've never had any pets (unless four year old brothers cout...), but I spent enough time at friends' houses to know not to pick up cats if they're pissed. Do. Not.
if I don't die of pseudo-Celtic soundtrackitis first
Whatever you do, don't listen to the Mists of Avalon soundtrack ;)
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 10:09 pm (UTC)Good luck with the movie watching. This is actually going to be quite interesting, to see you chronicle your journey intp publishmenthood (is that even a word? It is now!). In fact, I think I'd probably like to see you have this chronicle on your book if it would fit. It would be an interesting perspective. But whatever....I just cannot WAIT to buy your book!
(By the way, this won't be the first book I purchase that has been based on a web site, but I expect it will be the best!)
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:42 pm (UTC)And yeah, if y'all are willing to put up with it, I fully intend to document the process. I suspect it'll be an eye-opener for a lot of people: "Oh... being a writer is... actually kind of boring."
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Date: 2004-07-31 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 10:13 pm (UTC)"Thanks for still knowing me after I didn't work on all your projects, or frolic with the gang, or clean up every scrap of untidiness because I was writing/acting/directing."
Most of my friends are writers or actors. They all hear the "But what are you doing AGAIN?" Even though everyone is so impressed by the accomplishments of artists. Uh, when do they think we prepare the accomplishments?
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 10:53 pm (UTC)Hey. It's a step.
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Date: 2004-07-30 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 11:28 pm (UTC)'Twas made for me as a Yule gift by LJ member harmonyfb. You are welcome to use it, too.
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Date: 2004-07-31 12:31 am (UTC)Thanks for the offer, but as a lowly free-user, I only have 3 pics. Woe.
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:23 pm (UTC)Oh! Yay! Someone else with a cat like mine! I mean, not so so much of the yay about the bite, but ... yay someone else whose cat I can relate to! Or rather, I can relate my cat to. How'd you get your cat off you?
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Date: 2004-07-31 04:02 pm (UTC)merry merry king of the brush is he
laugh kookaburra laugh kookaburra
save some [] for meee...
... cute song even though I can't remember all the words.
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Date: 2004-07-31 09:03 pm (UTC)There is more, lol, but I forget it. I think when I was little, I was in a choir that one some state-wide competition, singing that and another song. :)
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Date: 2004-07-31 09:17 pm (UTC)Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,
Merry, merry king of the bush is he,
Laugh, Kookaburra, Laugh, Kookaburra,
Gay your life must be.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree
Eating all the gumdrops he can see
Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra
Leave some there for me.
Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,
Counting all the monkeys he can see
Stop, Kookaburra, Stop, Kookaburra,
That's no monkey, that's me.
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Date: 2004-07-31 09:29 pm (UTC)Kookaburra sits on the electric wire,
Jumping up and down with his pants on fire,
Laugh kookaburra laugh,
Kookaburra gay your life must be.
It really doesn't change that much, unless I've forgotten the end, lol.
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Date: 2004-07-31 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-31 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 10:32 pm (UTC)pseudo-Celtic. Hee.
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:36 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you've come to an understanding with your mom. That's great.
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Date: 2004-07-30 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-31 04:11 am (UTC)And oh, the Titanic soundtrack. I actually think I broke the family's copy, because of the auditory pain it was causing. Curses.
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Date: 2004-07-31 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-31 06:16 am (UTC)You probably know that cat bites can cause wicked, hard-to-treat infections, right? It's a combination of nasty bacteria and the fact that cat bites are typically deep puncture wounds that close quickly (as opposed to dog bites which are typically tearing wounds that don't seal in infection).
The copious bleeding was probably a good thing in that it will have helped clean the wound, but if it shows any signs of infection, please, please, go straight to a doctor and get heavy-duty antibiotics. (Wouldn't want you to loose a hand.)
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Date: 2004-07-31 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-31 11:56 am (UTC)Oh yeah. I also learned that you should ask your mom before using her closet as a bacterial incubator. She was not amused when she saw animal saliva samples on top of her favorite sweater.
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Date: 2004-07-31 06:34 am (UTC)this is why i'm always thankful when one of the cats i sit bites me, instead of scratching me. :)
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Date: 2004-07-31 06:09 pm (UTC)I just had to empathize with your crazy cat. We used to have one just like that - completely neurotic - no, certifiable is more like it. He had those creepy weird cat eyes that just look like he's trying to decide at which end to begin eating you once you've fallen asleep. I honestly believe that if we all died, he would wait about 5 minutes before he began feasting on our corpses.
Anyway, he used to do the same thing. You'd be sitting & just gently petting him & he'd be purring up a storm. Then, out of the blue, with no provocation, he'd just lash out & sink his teeth into the tender area between your thumb & forefinger. HARD. No...REALLY FREAKIN' HARD. Then, knowing the repercussions, he'd leap (well, "leap" is exaggerating a bit - he was enormously fat, so "let gravity pull him down" would be more accurate) from our lap & waddle off to mutter kitty obscenities, act superior & lick himself. He was an evil cat. I sympathize with your plight.
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Date: 2004-07-31 07:33 pm (UTC)Re: mad sad bad kitties
Date: 2004-07-31 08:30 pm (UTC)Besides the Cujo-Kitty attack, I'm glad things are better on the Cleolinda front.
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Date: 2004-08-01 04:44 am (UTC)bastardfeline, and he promptly left me with two huge scars down my arm.They're just so cute to live with. X-p