This Is the Single Greatest Thing I Have Ever Seen

Mark Your Calendars

I'm old.

Things To Do With a Compliant Cat

Exhibit A:



Exhibit B:



It was clear at this point that my death was imminent, so I stopped...

Much Better

I'm sure I have a picture of my back courtyard thing as it was up until this weekend, but I am too lazy to look for it... here's what it looks like now, with the much-more reasonably scaled table I bought from Target:



And another exciting view:



The old table was twice as long as the new table's diameter, had a gross shower-glass top, and was rectangular; completely overwhelmed the space. This is sooooo much better. Now if only I would get around to annihilating the mosquitos back there, and re-supplying electricity, it could be really nice...

Apparently

Netgear routers aren't cat-pee proof. I really think someone should get to work on this problem.

Not Dead, But Not Really Sleeping, Either

I can't say that I have a lot to show for the last 2 weeks of nonpostarama, but I have managed, I suppose, to accomplish some housework/car work.

Work work is pretty much in limbo at the moment, and probably will be for a while, but we did get the exciting announcement today that we are officially moving to a new (and presumably swankier) office early next year. The new office is significantly less convenient than the new one, Light Rail wise, but not terribly so. Ask me again next summer, of course. Since I am still trying to avoid driving when possible (notwithstanding the 100+ miles I put on the car on Friday/Saturday), I will most likely avoid the temptation to pay $100 more per month to park there than I do on my monthly pass.

And yes, this is about as exciting as it gets. I suppose I've burned some pretty significant bridges recently, but luckily for me, there are other people in the world that have nothing better to do than talk about my life, so I don't need to bother with that here.

It is sort of fascinating to me that both tiptoeing around a subject for a really long time, and alternatively trying to be as open and honest about a subject as one can for a really long time, can both be strategies doomed to failure. It would seem that the lesson to be reiterated (for it is repeatedly learned throughout life) is that people hear what they want to hear and believe what they want to believe, and in the end will tell themselves and others whatever it is that makes them feel less empty and worthless. It's a little disappointing when those things they believe and tell others make you look like an asshole, especially when those things either aren't true or aren't anyone else's business, or both, but there you go.

And you know what? Just because some people feel like telling other people my "secrets" is a useful thing to do, doesn't make me feel like I need to talk about them myself. Perhaps if people addressed their own lives rather than trying to make a living off schadenfreude, they'd be happier in the long run. I find it doesn't really concern me very much at all.