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ShinyHappy - Thoughts for May 1st - 11th
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05/11/05 Look! A weblog entry!
Some of you have sweetly and concernedly asked me if I died or what. I'm not dead. I was taking a break/doing other things. I was very tired on the days I was working because the temp job, while simply doing data entry, was actually kind of hardcore since we were pretty much typing as hard and fast as we could every single second we weren't on a break or lunch. It really got to my shoulders and back being so tense and focused all day long, so I guess writing weblog entries kind of fell by the wayside. I worked Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Monday and ended up working some overtime on Monday too.
Also, on the days I wasn't working, I was working on my new website. I know I've probably mentioned it before; the one where I'm selling my hairsticks and whatnot. Right now it's just hairsticks, but eventually I'd like to try selling my masks and the filigree eggs that I like making, too. Anyhow, I decided that I wanted to build it using CSS, and since I'd never actually built a website using CSS it turned out to be kind of a challenge. I got a fairly simple layout to work for me, however, and the finished product is: Uncommon Things. The funny part is that I always type it as Uncommong Things every time. That cat gets into everything!
Speaking of that cat; he's doing well. He's pretty much the baddest of bad cats, but is cute enough to get away with things like slicing my flesh to itty bitty bits, finding (still packaged) tampons and disassembling them, climbing the bookshelves, yelling at people on the sidewalk out the window, shredding rolls of toilet paper, playing loudly with various items under the bed while we're trying to sleep, trying to help us eat our dinners ... the list goes on.
Because he gets very riled up and kind of vicious in his over-exuberant kitten fashion I made him a sort of kitty punching bag that I can shove at him when he's getting too far into attack headspace. I just took an odd sock and stuffed it with an old undershirt, then knotted the end. It's turned out to be a very effective toy, though. Here's a picture of him sitting beside it after having killed it. Whenever he gets really scratchy and bitey I shove this at him and he rolls around with it, biting it and rabbit-kicking it crazily. You know, instead of my arm. It's funny when he picks it up with his teeth and drags it around. It just looks so much like he's just killed something and is taking it off to eat it.
He's also decided he's a total daddy's boy. He loooooooves Andrew. He was very sad that Andrew went away for the weekend (because Andrew went away for the weekend) and was thrilled that he came back home on Sunday. Every time Andrew comes home from anywhere Mong comes trotting out and it's like, "Oh, I'm so glad you're here. She's so boring. I just hung out in the living room until I heard you come in." Colin stopped by to pick up his digital camera from Andrew today and got to meet His Mongness for the first time. Mong talked to him some, of course, and after I threw him back inside the apartment and shut the door so we could talk to Colin a bit more, Mong hollered at us through it, totally offended that we'd cut him out of the conversation. Colin said that Mong sounds exactly like one of those toys that makes the long, drawn-out bleating sound when you turn it over. You know the kind I mean (I hope).
Speaking of Colin! Tee hee. I went over to visit him and Jen the other night. They lured me there with the promise of lemon tarts, so of course I had to go. Jen made the lemon tarts and it was up to Colin to make the whipped cream. He started with the whipped cream, adding the sugar and vanilla first then using a blender for a while. After a bit he expressed some concern about the whipped cream not whipping properly, so transferred it to a different container and continued whipping it. After another short period he announced that things were not right. It turns out he had passed some critical point of whipping and had made not whipping cream, but butter. Yes, he had a container of buttermilk with lots of clumps of his newest creation: Sweetdaddy's Sweetbutter™. Jen looked up proper homemade butter making online and Colin followed the proper steps, which resulted in a little dish of actual butter, which we sampled on some bread. Yummy!
Well, after almost a week of not updating I'm sorry to say that I will again not be updating until Tuesday, most likely. We are heading off to Toronto for a fabulous visit with many of our fabulous friends. There will be swag, there will be eating of food, there will be imbibing of strong drinks and there will be more fun than you can shake a stick at! Hooray!
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05/04/05 Part Siamese, part raccoon, all bad!
I had a lovely day at my temp job today. It's ridiculously easy work (some might say mind-numbing) and consists of entering numbers into a database and verifying the information that populates (not copulates, Alannah) as a result. Apparently they had three people in yesterday and sent two of them home for being too slow, which is when the email went out from the staffing agency and I responded lickety split. So, at the end of the day the woman in charge told me that I'm very good and very fast and that they're glad to have me there, so that's nice.
I also made a lovely friend who is there from the same staffing agency as I am. She's the one who didn't get sent home yesterday (tee hee). We get along great and it's nice to have someone to take breaks and lunch with. Sitting alone eating your lunch surrounded by people who know each other is soooo lonely. Some people seem to really enjoy temp work, but I think that in the long run I'd prefer having a stable job. Stability is a nice thing to have, and bopping around from work environment to work environment wouldn't be my idea of a good time. Anyhow, I do hope that I get to work there longer than just until Friday since it's such a nice place.
Mong had to spend the entire day alone today since both Andrew and I were out. Poor kitty. He seemed pretty happy to see us home, though, and managed to condense a day's worth of badness into a couple of hours for us. He got behind my monitor and had to be dragged out, he knocked all of my jewelry off my dresser and then 'helped' me pick it all up, and at one point he came charging into the living room carrying a huge piece of cotton batting in his mouth that had wrapped a hairstick that I got in the mail the other day. His whole attitude was like, "Holy crap, look what I got! It's mine now!" Then a little later I found him racing around with a receipt in his mouth. A receipt. And he has some toys. Well, I guess not very many. Maybe we should buy him some more, huh?
Of course, I now have to show you what he looks like when he's relaxed and sweet: Behold him in all his cuteness. Big chair, little kitty. It doesn't get much cuter than that. Tonight Andrew mentioned that his dark little face makes him look like a bandit, and I hypothesized that perhaps he's part raccoon. He steals things and has rings on his tail, too!
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05/03/05 Are all cats sociopaths?
I sometimes wonder if we're not in over our heads with Mong. I mean, I love every cat and all, but he's some kind of bad. I went to bed last night while Andrew stayed up to polish the final exam his students had to take today, and apparently while I was snoozing Mong was invading my art space on the dining room table. He spilled a tray of bead caps and Andrew found him running out of the dining room with a little ziploc baggie of silver beads in his mouth. He's not just naughty, he's a thief! Andrew wondered what he was going to do with the beads. I hypothesized that he's collecting materials to make a new, better collar with, but who really knows?
He also turned off my power bar the other day while I was doing work on the computer. *blip* and it was gone, the darkening screen crackling with static while I furiously tried to dig the rotter out from behind my desk.
The thing is, he doesn't think he's bad. He's the living epitome of a sociopath. He does bad things such as getting up on my desk, which I have never allowed him to do, and when I stop him he turns around and goes right back to do it again, patiently determined to accomplish his purpose. He's not doing it for the sheer joy of ticking me off. He's doing it because ... well ... he wants to do it and therefore he thinks it's logical that he should be doing it. The feelings of others aren't something that he takes into account.
Our only defense against his brattiness: Balls of tinfoil. They are his kitty kryptonite. When he's doing something really naughty and destructive, we zing a ball of tinfoil down the hallway and he takes off after it. It keeps him amused for, like, five whole minutes at a time! Five of them! He soccer-dribbles it around the apartment for a while until it gets wedged somewhere, then his mind again starts to race with ideas of how next to get into something he shouldn't be into.
Of course, tonight he was a perfect angel for hours and hours, snuggling me on the sofa and sitting quietly near me in the dining room. But I know that once we go to bed he'll think it's time to play and our feet will know no peace.
In non-Mong news, I have a temp job lined up for the rest of the week. I'll be spending eight hours a day doing data entry which I'm actually kind of pleased about. I'm good at data entry and it'll be some very easy money right at a time when we really need it. I might even get a chair to sit in at this job, unlike the last one. Also, my dearest Andrew is even going to drive me to work tomorrow (and maybe pick me up?) since he has the car while his dad's out of town. Lucky me! Darling Andrew!
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05/01/05 All the better to bite the hands that feed him.
It's funny how kittenish Mong really is. He seems a bit big for his age, and I keep thinking he's older than he is because he also doesn't have very kittenish features. He reminds us often, however, of how young he is. In more ways than one.
I noticed the other day when he was yawning that his incisors looked funny. He was on my lap so I pulled back his upper lip to look and he has two sets of incisors on both sides! I was a bit freaked out. It looks kind of alien and scary. After doing a bit of research, though, it seems that it's nothing to worry about since the adult incisor will often grow in alongside the baby incisor before it falls out. Plus, the vet looked in his mouth the other day and didn't seem concerned. Anyhow, when I looked it up the sites I read said that this condition indicates that the cat is around four to six months old, which fits.
Tonight Mong was playing really hard. He was running spazzily all over the apartment, trying to catch invisible things and set speed records. Things like that. A lot of it involved attacking me and Andrew, too, which isn't so cute when he uses all his extra teeth to bite us. However, some of his playing ways are pretty damn cute. Check him out playing in his paper bag. He loves that paper bag. See how evil his eyes look in that picture? That's innocent and sweet compared to the evil face he makes when he's about to launch himself at my face and eat my eyeballs. I swear.
Of course, he has his moments of peace and introspection. See him sitting calmly in the dining room window. Isn't he beautiful?
I spent a large chunk of today studying CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) and trying to teach myself their ways. I'm trying to set up my website to sell hairsticks and other various things and I'm not satisfied to just write it in boring old HTML this time around (even though it appears to suffice for Shinyhappy). I want to have style! I want coloured paragraphs and columns without using tables. More control with less effort! Things like that. I also downloaded the GIMP for Windows and I can't make it work on my computer, which is frustrating the living heckola out of me because I want a high quality graphics editor without having to pay for it, dammit! Anytime I try to open an image I get stupid error messages about fonts and the whole thing shuts down. It makes me sad.
Anyhow, I hope to have that site finished soon despite the technical difficulties.
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