cleolinda | Entries tagged with pete

Quiet day. Checked email and things on and off, but mostly spent the day outside in this foreign thing you call "sunshine" and away from the computer, if only because my strain-induced eyelid twitch was starting to get really bad. I feel like a total punk, but... if I needed the rest, I guess I needed it. Decompression time, maybe. I was getting to one of those OMG STFU INTERNET points again.

(Nope, not doing NaNoWriMo. It's still National Save My Family's Finances Month over here.)

(Update on Pete: he's better and has gotten his stitches out. But not before he was able to chew his lampshade off. No, I don't know how you do that, either.)

Also, I hear some of y'all are having a hard time getting the page to load in a timely fashion--I hate to say it, but I think my Halloween background was dragging it down. That should be less of a problem now--sorry about that.

Current Mood: blah

Fairly productive today. We've also got Pete on the premises, and that dog and his lampshade are the saddest thing I've ever seen. Meanwhile, I'm thinking of going back over some of my old work, the really short pieces, and dusting them off again. I'm sure this will upset the three people in the world laboring under the delusion that I was a good poet, bless them, but the problem with most of my poetry is that I always try to cram a story in there between the lines, and it occurs to me now that I might just try expanding them into vignettes. My prose voice is probably one of my few real strengths, so it's worth a shot, I guess. It might be nice to try submitting to magazines again, I don't know. I'm thinking about posting a few of them here instead. So... we'll see.

Hm. So for today's flashback... let's go with that mini-entry about The Black Dahlia. Note: I only made up one thing in that entire paragraph, and that is "crushed by a falling anvil." Every single other thing actually happened in that movie.

Linkspam! ( Zac Efron NOT in POTC4 )

Why does my internet hate me? It takes two or three refreshes for any page to load, so the problem's got to be on my end. And I've run CCleaner and AdAware and all and can't find anything. Fnarr.

Also, Sister Girl wants you to know that Pete now has a lampshade on his head. You know, one of those cones they put around dogs' necks to keep them from chewing at stitches and whatever. "I'm going to have a satellite dog for a week," she moaned. "Well, maybe you'll get better reception now," I said.

Anyway, today's journal flashback: let's do that one time I went to see Derailed.

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Current Mood: bouncy

... but today is not that day.

So, just a random update:

Pete came out of surgery fine, although he'll have to stay at the vet for another 48 hours (on an IV, since he's had an emergency sockectomy and can't eat solid food for a while).

I am really tired of this random mystery fatigue bullshit I've had all week.

There will probably be no linkspam tonight, because I am going to finish this recap or die trying.

I had a weird dream about my teeth falling out--it's a recurring dream of mine, and it's apparently fairly common, but in this dream, it was specifically my left canine. The fact that it was a "vampire tooth," as it were, makes me wonder if the dream was about Black Ribbon-writing anxieties. Or anxieties about not writing it, since I'm having to work on other things at the moment. Very possible.

Also, speaking of Slutoween: Nightmare on Elm Street: Sexy Kreuger Costume. Okay, first of all, it's Krueger, thank you, and second of all, NO.

ETA: OH HAY WE NEED A JOURNAL FLASHBACK FOR TODAY. Let's go with... the Empire recaps I did a couple of years back. No, I only did the four. I need to do the other two, and I do have the DVD, so I can... when I have a project or two out of the way. I particularly recommend the third episode (the Gladiator ripoff with Dennis Haysbert) and the fourth one (the orgy that Fiona Shaw walks out on). I really do need to do the other two, though, because the one where Emily Blunt and Candypants have to hole up for the night in an Ancient Roman motel room is pretty funny.

Current Mood: tired

The bad news: Pete's worse, and he's gone back to the vet. Sister Girl left him with me all morning because she couldn't afford to take him, and then he threw up twice on my watch and just lay there curled up and pitiful the whole time, so my mother came home, took one look at him, and said she would pay for it this time. So he's back on an IV. And now I'm left washing towels and cleaning the hallway carpet.

I'm not even going to tell you about the hip dysplasia surgery that Shelby needs that we can't afford. At least it's not life-threatening.

(So no, the True Blood recap isn't finished.)

The good news: I couldn't talk about this before, but someone who works for my stepfather had filed a frivolous discrimination charge against him (I say "frivolous" because she was a problem employee from the start, and then when she got pregnant she finally had something she could claim he was "discriminating" against her for; her accusations included "he slammed a door this one time" and "he emails me once a week to tell me to make my subordinate do her work." O HAY THAT'S YOUR JOB), and they finally had the hearing yesterday after three months of him worrying and stressing about it (him with his heart condition). So--well, he signed a confidentiality agreement, but basically, he won, and she didn't get the five-figure settlement she was trying to shake down the county for. So basically I've spent the last three months worrying that he would somehow lose his job, because it's just been that kind of year, or keel over while waiting for the hearing.

At least that's over, then.

ETA: It was a sock. Pete ate a sock. He's about to have surgery to get the rest of it out.

Just a teensy bit of linkspam, because I'm going to try to get that fourth True Blood recap done:

Days of Our Lives & Passions headwriter, James E. Reilly has passed away at the age of 60; The Creator of The Best TV Show Ever, 'Passions,' Has Died. Please refer to our discussion here if you're unacquainted with the wonderful madness that is (was) Passions. ("In 2002, Julian and Timmy [the Talking Ventriloquist Doll] set out on a journey in the magical land of Oz as Theresa was 'executed' for Julian's 'murder' "; "Passions also broke new ground in 2007 with its portrayal of Vincent as a hermaphrodite who becomes pregnant with his own father's son." This is not even to speak of the Salem Stalker/Crazy Love Cage Jan storyline on Days that I recapped for a few months there.)

Neal Hefti, Composer, Is Dead at 85; 'Batman' TV theme composer dies.

Gale Harold of 'Desperate Housewives' injured in motorcycle accident; 'Desperate Housewives' Star Seriously Injured.

Madonna + Ritchie Confirm Divorce; Madonna And Ritchie Face 'Biggest Ever Showbiz Divorce.'

The EW Star Trek cover, on which you finally get to see Zachary Quinto in full Spock makeup. Oh, and also the dude playing Kirk.

ETA: Pete is home from the vet--pitiful but okay.

ETA 2, from

bella_stella78: We have sparkling! Or we will, by the time the effects are put in! Y'all, I am gonna get thrown out of this theater.

Current Mood: tired

So Pete, Sister Girl's dog, is at the vet overnight on an IV because he can't stop throwing up for some reason (God, I hope he's going to be okay). So when she called to make sure he hadn't thrown up yesterday while I was dogsitting him, she started talking about trying to watch the final Twilight trailer, and I got to play Horrify the Twilight Noob (one of my favoritest games) with her as well. Except that she didn't get to see the whole thing, because Pete started throwing up shortly after she got to the "Kryptonite" line.

"Well, dude! That explains everything. Your dog is allergic to Twilight."

"That line was awful, by the way. Was it supposed to be stupid? Can Kristen Stewart not act?"

"No, trust me. I've read the books. She is doing the best she can with what they're giving her."

And then I read her that bit from the "I'm gay"/"He's impotent" interview and regaled her with excerpts of Growing Up Cullen. ("Oh, he would totally scrapbook." "You haven't even read the books!" "No, but he totally would.") I am slowly converting the people around me to The Dark Side, The Way of Lulz, so that someone will take me to see this movie next month.

Oh, and since we've been having Sherlock Holmes set pics: a flashback to the Case Book of Sherlock Holmes entry, in which I express some frustration with "The Adventure of the Lion's Mane." Also notable for "the zenith of Holmes/Watson slashiness."

Linkspam! ( Slutty baby pirates, zombie pinups, omgwtfpolarbear! *splash* )

Number of times I walked Pete, who I was dogsitting: 6.

Number of things I got done today: ZERO.

It's amazing how not getting anything done can leave you so tired. Either that, or it's the fact that I was up all night with an upset stomach. (Oh, that.)

Hmm. Today's flashback ~~omg help I am running out of entries~~: Let's go with the post I wrote on Melville's Pierre, a book so bad that critics at the time actually told him to stop writing. ("And then I find out that that's not even the incest the professor was talking about.")

All right: easily skippable Twi-spam. Most of it I wrote last night, which is why there's a difference in enthusiasm between this section and the one below. Again: being up all night sick will do that to you.

( TOUR OF TERROR '08! It touched him! IT TOUCHED HIIIIIIM )

I think there's still more linkspam flagged in the Reader, what with the weekend backlog. I just ran out of giddyup. ( moar linkspam )

Current Mood: exanimate

After Paul Newman this morning, I think we could all use some cheering up now.

So Sister Girl came over--the plumbing is out at her apartment, so she needed to wash some clothes and dishes, and with her she brought several new stories about Pete the puppy. First of all, here's a picture she sent me a while back of Pete in his new t-shirt:

It says "Wild Man." What you can't see is that on the left side, there is (apparently) "a small or baby werewolf." Apparently Pete is declaring himself to be firmly on Team Fursplode. (Also, keep in mind that this picture was taken from above Pete, so the perspective makes him look like his neck is as long as the rest of his body. Which is not, in fact, the case.) ( And then Pete texted Sister Girl's boyfriend )

Omg puppyspam! ( Eight thumbnails )

Had to dogsit Pete the puppy today--Sister Girl has to close at Panera tonight, so he would have been alone for ten hours straight, and her boyfriend couldn't watch him because... he's at Comic-Con on business (the comic book buyer, remember?). So... I had fun with Pete, but didn't get a damn thing done today. Sigh. And I spent all yesterday putting out various e-fires (which is just to say, I had a lot of email to take care of) while not really running on all cylinders, so... I'm a little loopy right now.

Linkspam! ( Google's Wikipedia killer, the Grey Poupon Avenger, Comic-Con goodies rolling in )