( I took this cat job under false pretenses. )

Help me, cat people.

( If I'm never seen again, check the litterbox. )

Atlas: So, what are you doing?
Me: Watching "Hellboy."
Atlas: Why do you sound like you're crying?
Me:  Well, "Steel Magnolias" is on the other channel.  I can't just turn it off like a switch.  And you're one to talk, what are you so emo about, Sniffles?
Atlas: I'm watching "The Notebook" and reading "Black Hawk Down."

I cooked Marti her first artichoke last week.  She'd had plenty of canned hearts, but never a fresh one, and being a snobby Californian, I promised her a good one.   So I brought a few back from Easter, in my carry-on, and the TSA agent laughed at me, but this was important.  We went for a walk, a 5-mile loop through the university, and then we ( Read more... )

Playoffs.  Hockey playoffs.  My life is work, and playoffs.  And knitting these baby blankets.

Have you met my boys?

( Game 1 Stars. )

Decorah Bald Eagles: The miracle of life (or death if you're a carp.)

Antonov An-124: A pair of these heavy-lifting aircraft have been chartered and are headed for Alaska and then on to Japan, carrying concrete pumps from Los Angeles and Atlanta to help cool and then seal up the Fukushima Dai-ichi reactor.

Go Wolverines!: The NCAA championship for ( Read more... )

My cousin has just announced that she's expecting her second child in September.  I greeted this news with enthusiasm, because, yay, baby!  But also because Grandma is quite concerned about my failure to lure in, capture, and eventually domesticate and breed with a male homo sapiens at my advanced age, and I hoped that she would be distracted by ( Read more... )

LJ mobile posting ate this THREE TIMES.  So it's way less interesting than it was the first time I posted.  Probably should have just given up.  But typing is something I can do ( Read more... )

This morning I was breaking up root samples to run through the Wig-L-Bug (it's a real thing, just ask Google) and a piece of mesquite root snapped off and flew right up my nose.  It exited the way it entered, 8 hours later.  Some people have job drama, family drama, relationship drama...  I had a root up my nose.

It's 53 degrees in my office.  And I had a 13-hour work day.

( Uphill both ways, barbed wire on feet, and what the hell is wrong with you, Timothy Hutton? )