For those who are less geeky, here, a bloody mess:
Catboy caught me a good one; it was unexpected. He likes to put his paws on my face from time to time just to check in, but he was in a foul mood when I picked him up to move him away from the door, and we hadn't gotten around to trimming the claws yet, so - slash! I had a big-ass bandage on my face for most of the day, which resulted in an amusing study of office etiquette, as everyone refused to acknowledge it was there until Ardry (bless her) walked up and said, "Shit, what happened to you?" (The natural, human reaction... right? Anyone?) After that, it was a blizzard of questions by everyone in earshot.
Things I said in response:
1) A barfight? Stop spreading rumors, I'm a goddamn model fucking citizen!
2) These eyes have seen too much.
3) Aw, it's just the syphilis acting up again.
4) I tell you, never stick a cat in a blender backwards. Headfirst is the way to go.
My journal is boring of late; you should go play in other peoples'. Look ye... a trove of wonders:
Warren Ellis shares the real meaning of St. Patrick's Day with adorable puppies and children.
I've never visited David Byrne's site before. Links to his own music, of course, but also to a streaming playlist of a wide range of types of music he's into / influenced by. And his journal had some cool notes on the mega-animals of prehistoric Australia.
Gotta love you some Bad News Hughes. 80's floridapunk adventures, tales of Webelo horror, and fat guys in friar robes eating turkey.
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I'm so bloody tired right now, staring at the floor is seriously more fun than I can handle...
::sound of Ken's brain imploding::