I won’t say that my grandmother has become a cat person.

However, any time she walks past the bookcase, Kit is right there, meowing her head off, because about 50% of the time my grandmother will stop and give her a handful of treats.

It is truly amazing that Kit doesn’t weight 20 pounds, because she will eat treats until she gags–despite the fact that we leave food in their bowls 24 hours a day.

Comic Book Characters Grouped by Religious Affiliation

Book Buildings i.e. structures made from books.

There’s a website for the Golden Compass movie that’s due out this winter.

If you play around on the website, you can find your own daemon.

Mine is an ocelot named Erasmus.

I’m generally not a fan of movies made from books. I’ll have to check out the trailer closely on this one.
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Me: Dear, can you do me a huge favor, and help me put the hair stuff in my (freshly washed) hair? I can’t do a good job with only one hand.
Michael: Okay. I suppose.
Me: First this (Curl enhancer/defrizzer). Rub it in your finger tips and then through my hair.
Michael: Okay.
Me: Now this (anti-frizz serum). Rub it on your palms and then through my hair, making sure you get the ends.
Michael: Okay.
Me: Now…
Michael: More?!
Me: Yes. Rub this (gel for coarse hair) on your fingertips and then through my hair, again, making sure you get the ends.
Michael: Okay.
Me: That should be good enough.
Michael: Jeesh!
Me: Now you know why it takes me so long to do anything with my hair. And we even skipped (the humectant).

And this is why you really don’t want curly hair–at least my curly hair. Because despite all the crap I put in it, one good breeze makes me look like a haystack–and you can forget ever driving with the car windows down.

That made me very happy today.

Three words:

Giant tropical penguins

Unfortunately, they’re just fossils, but still, how cool is a five foot tall penguin?

Kudos for Elizabeth Edwards!

“I don’t know why someone else’s marriage has anything to do with me,” Elizabeth Edwards said at a news conference before the parade. “I’m completely comfortable with gay marriage.”

Must have.

…I wouldn’t have any luck at all.

It started out innocently enough. I was doing the prep work for dinner. I try to do it early, so I’m not rushed, because I tend to hurt myself when I’m rushed (ironic foreshadowing).

I was making pizza, so I decided that onion rings would look nice, so I was cutting slices off a whole onion when the knife slipped (you saw that coming, didn’t you?) and I cut a substantial chunk out of the side of my finger at the top joint. (I did mention I was cutting onion, didn’t I?)

As it doesn’t want to stop bleeding, Michael & I rig up bandages so the wound is covered and we wrap another bandage tight to apply pressure,

Then I walk around all afternoon with my finger sticking up, to keep the cut elevated and above he heart. (When you’re as clumsy as I am you learn all the tricks.)

Four hours later, after we finish up dinner, my mom goes to help me change the bandages (not something I could manage one handed.). Despite everything, the cut is bleeding as bad as it when it first happened.

So, off to urgent care we go. All four of us (my parents sat in the lobby and played cards with Michael (we’ve spent a fair amount of time in emergency rooms, my family has.))

So, the nurse looks at it. Then the PA comes in and looks at it. Then the PA comes back with the doctor. At one point there were actually four people in the room with me: the doctor, the PA, and two nurses. After reassuring me that I’m not going to bleed to death (my response: I certainly hope not!) the doctor says I’ve managed to sever an artery. He doesn’t want to cauterize it if he doesn’t have to, since it could cause nerve damage since there is an inch size chunk of skin/flesh missing. So I get some kind of bandage with a clotting agent, and he says that it may continue to bleed like this for a few days, so I need to come back tomorrow so they can change the bandage.

Then they wrap my entire finger in white gauze, till it looks twice its size.

Then they put me in a SLING to keep my finger elevated.

There was nothing I could do from there but laugh. All the way out to the lobby, all the way out to the car, all the way home.

Only I could slice one finger and end up with my entire arm in a sling.

Boy is work tomorrow going to be fun.

Speaking of screwed up…

According to the Mingle Blog Rating, this weblog has a rating of PG, while my book review weblog has a rating of NC-17.

Ummm….

That’s wrong. That’s really wrong.

The ratings and the reasons for the ratings follow:
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One of the side effects I have with anti depressants is extremely vivid dreams.

I have weird dreams anyway, but antidepressants exacerbate them.

Excerpt from last night:

Someone decided to breed miniature poodles and white rats.

They were actually kinda cute.

Happy Summer Solstice!

You know what this means don’t you?

Only a week and a half until my birthday! Yay!

Happy 144th Birthday West Virginia!

Scientists have identified genetic variations that affect specific neurotransmitter functions, which could explain why some patients respond to some drugs but not to others. For example, some depressed patients who have abnormally low levels of serotonin respond to S.S.R.I.’s, which relieve depression, in part, by flooding the brain with serotonin. Other depressed patients may have an abnormality in other neurotransmitters that regulate mood, like norepinephrine or dopamine, and may not respond to S.S.R.I.’s.

Considering that less than stellar luck I’ve had with antidepressants recently, that sounds like an excellent idea.

Maybe one day they’ll be able to do the same with other medications as well–I’d think it would be far easier to get a drug plan to pay for a medication if a doctor days that’s the medication that will work best for you.