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Midweek State of the Meerkat
Aug. 13th, 2014 07:15 amYesterday was a less-than-fabulous day at Chateau Felidae, for reasons that were utterly out of my control but I feel responsible for nonetheless.
In annoyances I can talk about, I'm about thirty-five seconds away from giving up on Facebook except as a portal through which to share relevant links, because they've screwed with their whatsis again and now none of my lists will tell me when they've updated, instead defaulting me to what Facebook thinks I should be seeing. Yeah, no. If I wanted a random assortment of crap thrown at me, I'd still have an OKCupid account.
So if I haven't responded to something you posted there, it's not you. It's not me. It's fuckyoubook.
I probably need to get back to blogging more. Yeah, add that to the list...
On the plus side, CatofSize has started leaping up onto things again, something he stopped doing when the neuropathy did a number on his hind legs earlier this year. He's still wobbly, but he's coming back a little. On the other hand, he's now trying to leap onto ledges and he still doesn't have full co-ordination or control back yet, so... things have been dicey here, trying to keep an eye on him.
Today it is cool and lightly raining, and I have a pot of fresh coffee to drink with my bagel. Therefore, today will be a better day. I have so decreed it.
And in the non-news...a number of BNT (big name troublemakers) seem to have decided that Robin William' suicide was because of some political agenda, or because he was selfish, or weak, or whatever. I'm not going to name names, and I'm not going to try to explain why these BNTs are - equally - ignorant and heartless. Because they're not doing it to make a point, they're doing it to get their names mentioned, and good people riled up.
Instead, I'm going to quote Mr. Williams himself: "There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago. His name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, 'People--they're kinda like flowers, and it's been a privilege walking in your garden.' My love goes with you."
In annoyances I can talk about, I'm about thirty-five seconds away from giving up on Facebook except as a portal through which to share relevant links, because they've screwed with their whatsis again and now none of my lists will tell me when they've updated, instead defaulting me to what Facebook thinks I should be seeing. Yeah, no. If I wanted a random assortment of crap thrown at me, I'd still have an OKCupid account.
So if I haven't responded to something you posted there, it's not you. It's not me. It's fuckyoubook.
I probably need to get back to blogging more. Yeah, add that to the list...
On the plus side, CatofSize has started leaping up onto things again, something he stopped doing when the neuropathy did a number on his hind legs earlier this year. He's still wobbly, but he's coming back a little. On the other hand, he's now trying to leap onto ledges and he still doesn't have full co-ordination or control back yet, so... things have been dicey here, trying to keep an eye on him.
Today it is cool and lightly raining, and I have a pot of fresh coffee to drink with my bagel. Therefore, today will be a better day. I have so decreed it.
And in the non-news...a number of BNT (big name troublemakers) seem to have decided that Robin William' suicide was because of some political agenda, or because he was selfish, or weak, or whatever. I'm not going to name names, and I'm not going to try to explain why these BNTs are - equally - ignorant and heartless. Because they're not doing it to make a point, they're doing it to get their names mentioned, and good people riled up.
Instead, I'm going to quote Mr. Williams himself: "There was an old, crazy dude who used to live a long time ago. His name was Lord Buckley. And he said, a long time ago, he said, 'People--they're kinda like flowers, and it's been a privilege walking in your garden.' My love goes with you."
