Kir

The check-up at Big City Hosptial wasn’t nearly as comprehensive as last year’s, thought there’s a few things they want me to follow up with on my own. They want a more recent MRI on my liver than last summer’s, and I’m supposed to round up a nutritionist for myself to talk to. There was…

KfH has done it this time. The Professor, still on his Indian cooking adventure, decided that he wanted to grow some of his own herbs. He started off with cilantro and chives, and put them in clay pots on the bedroom window sill. There’s a long drape over the window, so that the cats can’t…

Adolescent Cat from Hell must be going through some sort of personal security crisis at the moment. When she was a kitten, she liked to sit on my shoulder. I encouraged this – I thought it was cute and it made my little black heart melt whenever she sought me out so she could sleep…

One hundred and thirty-five thousand names. Over forty-four September 11ths in the space of less than two-and-a-half hours. Americans think that September 11th shook the world. The “Christmas earthquake” did shake the world. And yet we remain USA-centric, even to the point of calling this the “Christmas earthquake.” It might have still been Christmas in…

I go to Main and find that Btfsplk is apparently alive and well after all after all these years. Either that, or some evil super-genius is even now as I type has set up an room with hundreds of laptops and thousands of cats and unprotected keyboards everywhere. Shark Boy and Lava Girl need to…

Have I mentioned recently how much I hate Mondays? I got up this morning operating on autopilot. And autopilot was defective. Couldn’t find my watch. Nearly forgot the brownies I’d baked over the weekend as bribes to my MIS department so I wouldn’t get reported for unauthorized use of my company issue computer. Gathered up…