go ahead and laugh. i don't mind.

in the ongoing saga of my totally pants** pantslessness...

Today I am wearing my dirty (but not too dirty to be worn out of the house!) overalls, with a grey Snoopy t-shirt that has black ringers. The shirt is a little too tight, the overalls are a little too loose, and the back of the shirt, where it says "I can't help it: my feet just love to dance!" is mostly obscured by the strap part of the overalls.

Perhaps I can find some really abhorrent footwear that will complete the picture.

BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER. I AM GOING TO GO DO LAUNDRY TODAY.

**I mean the adjective, "pants", usually translated into American English as "bad/crappy/sucky/etc".

i love my friends. even though they are weirdos.

ok, why are you all threatening to become Emily Dickinson lately?

this seems to be a current theme.

I find it disturbing.

I mean, not just that you're all considering taking on The Shut-In Life, but that it's that particular shut-in, yanno?

death at the laundromat -

Damn, that place has the tendency to put me into a screaming homicidal rage, or at least a case of the "Mean Reds". Wanted to kill! kill! kill!

I usually go at off hours, hoping it won't be very crowded, but sometimes I manage to arrive just as all the magical ingredients for irritation are happening. To wit:

- Some jackass decides to use ALL the mega-load washers, which are in high demand because you can cram a lot of junk into them and they're ostensibly "cheaper".
- Then another arrogant jackass who thinks their laundry/time/money/lower-back is more important than everyone else's will come in, walk right past all the empty single, double, and triple-load washers, make a beeline for EVERY spare rolling basket in the place, take them out to the car ALL AT ONCE and heap them full of crap, and then stand around and wait for the first jackass to finish with ALL the mega-load washers. Regardless of the fact that people are waiting to use the baskets.
- A special group of jackasses are the ones who must have some kind of bed and breakfast, because they are always in there with - I shit thee not - AN ENTIRE PICKUP TRUCK AND AN ENTIRE VAN BOTH HEAPED WITH PLAIN WHITE SHEETS AND TOWELS. They completely fill the bed of the truck, and the van is full almost to the ceiling, and they bring like ten people with them to fold. They quite literally take up the entire laundromat when they are there, because their group takes up all the chairs and folding tables and at least 2/3 of the dryers. BE PROFESSIONAL AND HIRE A LAUNDRY SERVICE, ASSHOLES. Or just bring smaller loads.
- Invariably, one of these jackasses will have an unruly child who runs around shrieking and/or coughing.

( my Lakota name is Dances With Jackasses. )

adventures in pilling

Oh, my poor stupid cat.

He's still being a pain in the ass about taking his pill (the only thing I haven't tried yet is wrapping it in tuna, though I doubt that will work, since he has refused other pills wrapped in tuna before, and since he refused this pill wrapped in turkey lunch meat that he had been eating).

However, he was pretty docile when I clipped his claws earlier today.

Ten points for mom. (Granted, one went in my eye. But still. I WIN HA HA HA.)

Then I gave him the pill and, though he was unable to scratch me like he desperately wanted to, he didn't swallow it... HE CHEWED IT UP. ick?

ok enough about my cat and his pills. it's difficult and frustrating and it isn't going to change anytime soon. all that will happen is: if he gets better at avoiding it, I will be taking him to the vet's every morning and evening and having them give it to him. He'll REALLY love that, as he finds car rides in his carrier to be, like, the most traumatic thing anywhere ever in the universe.

ha, ha. just sat there. while i went snip, snip. ha.

Cry me a river, Bushlet.

http://www.salon.com/politics/wire/2002/09/19/hitler/index.html

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also,

http://www.plastic.com/article.html?sid=02/09/19/16031392;mode=thread

(i'm getting to the point where i think maybe THEY CAN HAVE IT.)

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also, AHOY, MATEYS!
Someone (ahemMEahem) forgot to post about Talk Like A Pirate Day to her silly pirate community!
September 19th... sigh.
Hey, kids, we've reached critical mass!