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hedgiewanit's funny when b and i come to the same conclusions at the same time, independently, but it is getting frustrating that my future plans thwart me so much. it is stupid things like hair dye to big things like houses. the future uncertain is, yes, but it makes me a grump. the solution is, really, to nail said future plans, but my gosh they are big and scary and expensive.
i am going on an adventure soon, though. i leave for MA in a week for reunions and visits and weddings. well, one wedding. i have dresses and hope it is warm so i can wear dresses every day. dresses and glasses and no socks (i hate socks) and beer to drink that i cannot drink at home. maybe there will be someone for me to kiss in Mass. ha ha! my last kiss was a hurried affair, as L had a song to finish singing.
mr. underfoot likes the windows open, with good smells and eye-level events, but he does not approve of neighborly animals who investigate. it seems like he complains the most when it's 4am, and i just now realized that his reaction is probably determined in part by the type of animal. fluffycat is ok, but raccoons aren't?
there was an orange-and-white cat in the alley on the way home from beer with mya with only one hind leg. neatly healed, but missing a lot, no stump. had a collar and tags, but was he like that before he was an outdoor cat? a bizarre combination of comical gait and feelings of concern.
of course, if they're outdoor cats, they don't shed all over your keyboard. i'm looking at you, loaf.
science has been very frustrating lately, with long hours leading up to no difference between treatment and control, and data that make me want to beat my head against the wall. does slicing compared to cutting in half really make that much difference? does that mean that we can't even use two halves of an adrenal in two different dishes because we can't quantify cortex vs. medulla? if you turn the sun into a black hole of the same mass, does everything get sucked in?
ok, i lie, i know the answer to the last one. roberto orci and alex kurtzman do not, however.
tomorrow is for a cd. and for talking about science going wrong, and magic (yes, the gathering), and finding rubber and getting rained on. god, i want to be warm so badly. baking in the sun. thunderstorms and heat-madness movies. not tomorrow, though.
the hedge abides.
i am going on an adventure soon, though. i leave for MA in a week for reunions and visits and weddings. well, one wedding. i have dresses and hope it is warm so i can wear dresses every day. dresses and glasses and no socks (i hate socks) and beer to drink that i cannot drink at home. maybe there will be someone for me to kiss in Mass. ha ha! my last kiss was a hurried affair, as L had a song to finish singing.
mr. underfoot likes the windows open, with good smells and eye-level events, but he does not approve of neighborly animals who investigate. it seems like he complains the most when it's 4am, and i just now realized that his reaction is probably determined in part by the type of animal. fluffycat is ok, but raccoons aren't?
there was an orange-and-white cat in the alley on the way home from beer with mya with only one hind leg. neatly healed, but missing a lot, no stump. had a collar and tags, but was he like that before he was an outdoor cat? a bizarre combination of comical gait and feelings of concern.
of course, if they're outdoor cats, they don't shed all over your keyboard. i'm looking at you, loaf.
science has been very frustrating lately, with long hours leading up to no difference between treatment and control, and data that make me want to beat my head against the wall. does slicing compared to cutting in half really make that much difference? does that mean that we can't even use two halves of an adrenal in two different dishes because we can't quantify cortex vs. medulla? if you turn the sun into a black hole of the same mass, does everything get sucked in?
ok, i lie, i know the answer to the last one. roberto orci and alex kurtzman do not, however.
tomorrow is for a cd. and for talking about science going wrong, and magic (yes, the gathering), and finding rubber and getting rained on. god, i want to be warm so badly. baking in the sun. thunderstorms and heat-madness movies. not tomorrow, though.
the hedge abides.
