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Who needs opposable thumbs?

So my 12 year old cat Max has developed quite the obsession with unrolling toilet paper. If either bathroom door is left open too long, it’s almost guaranteed we’ll find a pile of slightly mangled unrolled paper on the floor. He knows he’s not supposed to do it. I’ll be standing at the sink in the master bathroom and he’ll slip in behind and just *stare* at the toilet paper – sometimes streeeeetching out a paw to touch it. “Max…” I’ll say, and he’ll abruptly about face and leave.
Obsessed, he is.

The door between the bedroom and the master bathroom is one of those stupid vertical half doors, with a doorknob that doesn’t actually turn, you just pull it open.

Max has discovered that if he shoves his paw under the right side door and yanks really hard he can open the door whenever he wants to. Which is, of course, in the middle of the night.

Max: 1
Sleeping humans: 0

Cats is cats

13th Anniversary

Tonight was our 13th anniversary! We went to the Melting Pot for dinner – it was exceedingly delicious.

April blathering

April 7

Brief view from a stop light on the way home. It got a lot worse before we managed to get there…

April 12

Explains a lot.

April 13

Good news: We figured out the best way to clip the cats claws. Do them about 30 minutes after their evening meal.

Bad news: Managed to quick the drama queen’s (Calypso) dew claw.

Bizarre news: She didn’t even flinch. o_O Me, I’m guilt-ridden.

Unrelated news: If you’re going to show off in a (very) beginning programming MOOC, you *might* want to make sure your program works properly before you submit to peer grading. Just saying.

I are grownup

I fixed the back door today! The lock was super hard to lock/unlock and the knob would barely even TURN – which means quietly opening the door so that Jake could chase a squirrel was just not happening. Well, neither the dog nor I could stand for that, so I replaced the whole door knob.

I also have laundry in, because I’m an adult, dammit.

(image from Hyperbole and a Half because she knows, man. She KNOWS.)





March blathering

March 3

    *Really* crappy cell phone pic, but the stack of three cats in apparently the best sunspot in the house at the moment was too cute not to share. In other news, I can’t use my desktop right now.

Cat Stack

Cat Stack

March 5

    The cats pulled three different toys out of the toybox over the last couple of days. I’m glad they don’t have opposable thumbs.

March 7

March 13


    Over 11,000 sexual assault kits, some dating back to the 1980’s, were found abandoned in a Detroit Police storage facility back in 2009.

    Not long after the rape kits were discovered, Worthy pushed to start the processing with Michigan State Police.

    So far, 1,600 rape kits have been processed, resulting in the identification of about 100 serial rapists and ten convicted rapists, according to Worthy.

March 18

    Everything is awesome!

    Yeah, ok – the LEGO movie? Fucking brilliant. Go. See. Fun, action, and it’ll hit you in your feels. Now excuse me please, I have to go build something.

March 24

    New phone new phone new phone yay! I’m moving closer and closer to the 21st century! *bounce*

March 25


March 28

    Don’t bother with Fable Anniversary – locks up every single time I play. Made it in an hour this time at least.

March 29


Our wedding anniversary is coming up next week – April 29th is our 12th! Now, Rob and I are pretty much “unromantic” – we do birthdays and Giftmas, but we don’t do Valentine’s day or anniversary gifts. We do things – weekend away, a more “special” date night – but we don’t do gifts. Heck, we rarely exchange cards for that matter.

So the other day I remembered that April 29th was coming up and I was curious to see what the traditional gift for the 12th is supposed to be (Silk, Silk & Linen, Pearls), how they’ve changed over the years, and why they’ve changed. I told Rob what I’d found, and we talked about it for a bit.

Today the UPS man dropped off a package. “Open it,” says Rob. “It’s your anniversary gift!”

It was pearls! The latest Pearls Before Swine collection, of course. I love it. :)


tl;dr – Twelfth wedding anniversary gift is pearls; the husband gets me the latest Pearls Before Swine book.

I’m sorry Miss Squirrel!

So today I bought three small lego sets, you know, like you do, and was happily putting them together tonight. The first one I did was a squirrel treehouse; I finished it and set it aside. The next one was a truck/trailer/bulldozer thing. I finished the first part, which happened to be the bulldozer. I set that aside and started to work on the truck part, when I looked up, and, well, this happened:

Look out, squirrel!

Look out, squirrel!

It’s not MY fault…

Jen: Oh lord.
Jen: that poor dog.
Jen: As an unrelated question, where are your clippers?
Rob: under the sink :-P
Jen: Protip: You should not have told me. :D
Rob: I want to see what you’ll do :D
Jen: I’m so posting this.

Xmas blues

Ugh. So sick.

So Rob came down with the crud last week and was feeling pretty bad on Thursday. I guess today is my Thursday, because ugh. I hope so anyway, because I don’t want to feel worse. :-(   Judging by Rob, I’ve got another 4 days before I feel human. Hope the cough doesn’t get worse.

In other news, the Slanket I got for Giftmas is wonderful for “too sick to be up but not sick enough to be comatose.” Yay for warm and cuddly!

Which reminds me: FUCK the War on (some) Drugs! Useless assholes, I had to go to 4 pharmacies before I found one that carried the real Nyquil. On christmas eve! In the rain!

No wonder I’m sick.

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