Black Doggerel

...I don't want Blogathon to be over. Last year felt like a marathon; this year's almost went by too fast. I miss that crazed adrenaline rush. I miss the attention already. I feel so anticlimactic and emo now; I started having crying jags as soon as I finally went to bed yesterday, er, this afternoon.

*shakes self*

It'll pass. I just loved that feeling of being part of something bigger than myself. I want it back now plz.

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My turn to ask you question. Fingers very hurty. Have taken anti-inflammaroty tablet. Typing hurts. Am on 2nd cup coffee. V. pissed-off at lack of voicepostage. Means you don't get to hear me sing this year. Sad sad.

I MADE A VOICEPOST AND IT IS NOT APPEARING GRRRRRRR!!!!

Argh, fucking collie. Come back from the park and he's licking his paw. So I check, and there's a chunk of skin missing off one of his pads. So we're back to no real exercise till that heals. HELP.

Note that there was no sign of limping or discomfort at any point while in the park or on the way home. There never is. I swear if he had four broken legs it would only slow him down a little.

Also, I appear to have a yeast infection. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY.

Arrrrrgh. I accidentally bought "no added sugar" squash. My usual high level of dilution has a homeopathic effect on the artificial sweeteners, which means that despite the squash's 50% apple, blueberry and blackcurrant juice content, I can't taste anything in it but saccharine. It's beyond disgusting and it's not even thirst quenching. There's no way I can drink any more of this shit, never mind a whole litre.

Also, my Firefox has crashed three times this morning. No idea why. (Edit: one hour later: SIX times. Gnarr.)

There, that's my small whine of the day over.

Arrgh. Fucking Spring. It's now verging on being too hot to wear my leather jacket to take the dogs to the park, which means I'll shortly have nowhere convenient to keep poo bags, toys, treats, spare leash, keys and tuggy. It's also getting too hot for Spike to exercise in comfort and safety during the day, which means either getting up very early or staying up very late to take him out to play ball. I was just working my sleep pattern back round to something a bit more convenient for interacting with the rest of society, too; but I think it's time to go back to being nocturnal.

It's also time to upload my bitching-about-warm-weather icons, and make my yearly request to my friends list - please, please, if you love me, or even like me just a little, don't make comments along the lines of "I don't know what you're complaining about! You don't know what heat is! Why, over here where I live the asphalt is boiling, the birds are laying ready-fried eggs and my cans of Coke explode if I don't keep them packed in dry ice!" I have friends in Florida, Australia, Hawai'i, Puerto Rico, New Mexico, California and Texas - I KNOW all those places are hotter than it is here. That doesn't make it magically not too hot for me. It just makes me want to stab people.

In return, I'll try and keep the whining to a minimum. I'll even make a "bitching about the heat" filter if you want me to; but I'm not going to be able to keep completely silent. I hate it so fucking much.

Three things have made me cry this morning.

The first: I know (because I've had this conversation with a few of my geekier friends) that I'm not the only one who looks to fandom for parallels to life, love, "real" people and relationships, the universe and everything. I suppose it's reassuring to know it's not a form of mental illness - or at least that it's not a brand new one. Watching the last season of Babylon 5 the week before the anniversary of John's death brought a parallel to mind that I'd never thought of before, and also brings Neal's Marcus quote to mind:
"Wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair? And all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them. So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe."
(Edited to add: Don't mistake that for me whining about the things that have happened to me. What you're seeing is my profound, eternal gratitude that I haven't had the fortune I deserve.)

The second: Mitch Benn's tribute to John Peel. Because I was another one who stayed up late recording new songs off the radio, and a good half of the music that keeps me going was music I'd have never heard if not for Peel.

The third: The realisation that I only get like this when I'm pre-menstrual, and will therefore probably be bleeding all weekend instead of getting shagged half to death at the naked sauna. Even my own reproductive system is against me.

I am so tired of cats and mess.

Am attempting to tidy up a bit before I start with the hoovering. I would usually hoover in the afternoon, but it will help drown out the fireworks. That was my excuse this afternoon for putting it off till this evening, and it's a good one, isn't it? It's even perfectly true - but still an excuse.

Thankfully, the cats are proving a big help with Spike and fireworks. While they're awake and active they distract him tremendously, and while he's still pretty bothered he's not as bothered as I expected. I wish to hell I didn't have to take him out after dark, though.

Hamish (Blade) kitten is getting fat. He still has a waist when you look at him from above, but only just, and when he rolls over - well, his belly is magnificent, tan and silver with darker, gunmetal spots and luxuriant plushy fur like a mink's, but it's also kinda huge. Not sure what to do about it. I generally feed all four of them from one dish, and they like to pick at it through the day - and none of the others are overweight. He gets plenty of exercise - hours of zoomies and swingball and hockey and wrestling - so all I'm doing for now is supervising the day-old chick feeds to stop him stealing anyone else's, which he does if given half a chance. I may be no lightweight myself, but I've never had an obese pet yet and I don't plan to start now.

Naamah Cat is on my lap getting in the way of my typing by playfighting with my hand. She's biting and clawing me surprisingly gently with her front end, but she seems to forget to pull her punches when she brings the back end into play. Ow.

Firefox update is still getting up my nose. I reloaded my bookmarks OK, but the actual bookmarking procedure has a bug in it which means I can only intermittently bookmark pages, and then without titles. I have found a new theme, though. It's not nearly as nice as the lovely black one I used to use but at least it's mostly monochrome and has a bit of texture to it. Am checking the themes page daily and no one has yet come up with a white-on-black theme that's 2.0 compatible. Bastards.

Won't be om IM tonight, or at least not till after I've hoovered and done the litter trays, and maybe not even then. I'm still in my incommunicado mood and anyway, weekend.

No, I have not seen it yet. I don't have a TV. I will certainly be squee seeing it, but it won't be tonight.


So if anyone spoils me I will wipe you right off the space-time continuum, 'kay?