This weekend I get to work, cleaning the clinic, walking the dogs, stocking supplies, and generally preparing for the week to come. This is the sort of work I enjoy best. It is a very meditative process, both cleaning and working all by myself in the clinic, and I can choose what to do and what order in which to do it. It is the ultimate support ( Read more... )

Skype on Linux! A first for me. I know mics should be intuitive or something, but I've never had a working mic setup in Linux. Another win for Ubuntu. I'm looking forward to giving this a go tomorrow for our session in Ailura ( Read more... )

I set up the rest of the apartment networking today; now the Sidhe and I both have fully-fledged workstations and laptops from which to do our dark work. Incidentally, the WAP's SSID is TARDIS. This new set-up is already infinitely better. I am beginning to write again at long last, and I have access to all my files, too ( Read more... )

Hello from Amazon.com ( Read more... )

She was feeding him tonight, and he indicated that she should put the bowl down post haste. She meowed back, and he hissed at her. She did it again just to test the water, and he repeated the display. He also thoroughly dislikes the Neko hood I got her from Power Gamers in Glen Burnie: he started pushing his ears back and slowly backing away ( Read more... )

OK, it's no longer Caturday, but here are some pictures of the cat in all his hammy goodness.

( Starring Dalek Sek and the faerie Sidhe. )

Our cat is one wierd cat. Last night we observed several things. He prefers to be unobserved while watching at the window, scampering away if he catches us watching him. He also takes great pleasure out of the kitchen faucet, at one point complaining as if to tell Rebecca to turn it on already ("OBEY!"), and he seems to have fun dipping his paws ( Read more... )

Today I brought Dalek home, and it has been an adjustment. He stalked around for a bit, sniffing the place out, and then hid under the bed for the next several hours. Only now has he poked his head out to see what's up, but took fright when I drew the blind a bit. Currently he's lounging on top of the bed, a change from earlier ( Read more... )

So, in developments of the external variety, we are remaining at Timber Hollow (AKA the Oubliette) for the duration instead of moving to another space. The outlay of cash required, the dubious availability of suitable space, and the convenience of staying in one place have conspired to keep us here. It's not bad, really. We have done some ( Read more... )

George Lucas: pooping on our memories since 1999. That's right, he's been doing it since the dawn of the millenium.

Ugh! Terrible!