kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
My Cat is Sick Again

Alex is once again defecating - or trying to - all over the house. He's miserable. This is the third time since December, and the second time in less than two weeks. I am very worried, as much for BB as for Alex, because he loves that cat like crazy. I love him, too, but the bond they have is something quite special. I am afraid that this signals something quite serious, and that it could require very serious decisions on our part. 

Damn. 
kaffyr: (We used to dream)
Post Deluge Ruminations

Some of these are gathered from comments I've made in earlier post-election conversations here and on LJ. Others I've thought about more recently. 

All the bitterness, with none of the hope )
kaffyr: The First Doctor isn't amused (Bullshit!)
Debate, Part Two

You know abso-damn-lutely nothing - NOTHING - about Canada's health care, says the woman whose Canadian mum was beautifully cared for in her last days, who got care both quickly and thoroughly. 

Fuck. You. 

No, unfuck you. I don't want you enjoying sex. 

kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
Regarding the Debate Thus Far

Sorry about this.... )
kaffyr: Calvin face palms (Calvin face palm)
OH, CRAP 

Crap, crappity crap.
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
Prayer Shaming, My Aunt Fanny!

Within the first 2 seconds after I saw the front page that the New York Daily News* planned to publish after the San Bernardino shootings, I also saw messages from people wailing that this was "prayer shaming." (Full disclosure, I was seeing all of this in what passes for real time on Twitter.) 

The responses came so fast and were so alike that they raised a red flag in my head, and I was pretty sure that there were large numbers of people grabbing onto "prayer shaming" in an effort to blow smoke and obscure the real problem after yet another mass shooting - too many fucking guns and not enough intelligent gun control.** 

Now, with thanks to 
[personal profile] supergee , I've been able to read Charles Pierce's measured response to the "prayer shaming" concept and the people who use it; if you wish, you can, too. 

* Which is a rag, but it seems to have the right idea occasionally.
**By intelligent, I mean, no, not people coming to take your guns or your liberty. I mean, simply, what the words say; just a bit of control, if you please, Mr. LaPierre.
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Well, We've Decided

If the young lady who originally offered to take Tommy and Lily is still willing, and if FB is OK with it, we're going to move the twins over to Sarah's place. Poor Opie can barely move from one place to another, and he's peeing and defecating at all hours of the day now. And he's clearly miserable. The twins have taken to following him around - I'm fairly certain it's not because they're sadistic little twerps; I think it's more that theyr'e noticing something off about Opie. 

Ultimately, it doesn't matter. I want my Opie to stop being so miserable. 

Sigh.
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
Cat Problems: Answers? Anyone? Bueller?*

I love my cats, for a multitude of reasons. Alex, the senior partner, is an impressive blend of leonine gravitas, dog-like generosity, and impressive lolling ability. Philip, our sidewalk rescue, is easy-going beyond all belief, trusting, and happy to sleep with one. Opie ... well, Opie is a huge ball of insecurities, nerves, largely un-repressed desires to become a mother, and other quirks. He also has the loudest purr of any cat in my recent experience, he's a cuddly round ball of need who makes you want to pet him and tell him everything will be all right. 

Opie was rescued from a cat hoarder, and I think his quirks are directly or indirectly tied to that experience. At least one thing I tie to his living in an apartment with at least 7 or 8 cats as a kitten is that he gets very upset when new cats (beyond Alex and Phil)  show up. However, the last two times FB's kitties were fostered with us, Opie eventually reached a nervous detente with them.

We thought this was what would happen when FB and Miss Emily dropped Tommy and Lily off with us for the summer. Nope. This third visit apparently tipped Opie over the edge.

During the day, he's more or less OK - just hiding and growling, which by Opie terms is at least a B- in socialization. However, starting about five days ago, things have gone to hell once deep night falls. 

Icky problem ensues under the cut )

* I use that line, or a bastardization of it, so often that it comes as a shock,even to me, that I've never seen the movie. Since this year marks the 30th anniversary of Ferris Bueller's Day Off, I really should take the time to watch it. 
kaffyr: (NaruOMG)
 It Got Hotter

And then it got cold again. 

I'm not sure I can even think straight about anything but hot water and the lack thereof. 

And I don't really want to have my condo building residents and owners come after me with pitchforks and torches. 

And ... ah, well. That's how it goes. Can't escape it, gotta deal. 

Will resist the urge to scream or pop a cap in someone's ass. 


Dept. of Aargh

Tuesday, 28 April 2015 11:56 am
kaffyr: Rory and Amy having a rabbit hole day (Rabbit hole day)
 It's Tuesday and the Water is Still Cold

Just what it says on the frakkin' tin. They're coming back and they will get it right - first, by hiking the temperature. They set the heater at only 120; that's a no go.

In our building, especially if the existing tanks are simply going to be holding tanks for heated water prior to it circulating through the building, that needs to be jacked up to at least 160. Why? because that will put the reservoir water at 140, which is what we ned to have, in order to have units farthest from the heater get water that's actually at 120 degrees. The building's weird and it has even weirder plumbing. I told him this, and asked him - knowing this, do you think one heater will do the job. He said yes. I should have paid attention to his momentary hesitation. 

Hot. Water. Want. It. Now. 

FFFFFFfuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Dept. of Evil Shit

Tuesday, 3 February 2015 11:38 am
kaffyr: Weeping angel peers through "clock" (Time's no Angel)
 Because Beheading's so Last Week

Fighting very hard not to say "Let's Drop the Big One, and See What Happens."

1. Take one large part teenage "oh, you're not impressed with what we did first? Well how about this?" Make sure it's buried under other layers in the recipe, because it's at the core of the dish. Very, very important to the whole thing.
2. Add a heaping helping of "It's OK to ignore my conscience, and indulge and nurture  my sadistic tendencies until they grow way beyond my ability to stop them growing further, because someone told me God will pardon me and that God wants me to do this."
3. Mix in a pinch - only a pinch, mind you, but spread it over the top, so it's the first thing everyone sees in the final baked good - of real grievances. 

4. Bake. 

5. Wait for the world to weep. 

Dept. of JFC

Tuesday, 4 November 2014 09:27 pm
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
 Welp

Looks like fear, hatred, bigotry, targeted misogyny, anti-union ignorance, and loads and loads and loads and loads and loads of money have won the day in the U.S. midterms. 

Oh, and Democratic mismanagement of both spine, intestinal fortitude and vision.

Fuck.



kaffyr: Rory Williams Pond cries (Rory cries)
It Would Be Boring If It Wasn't Worse Than That

I'd sort of fallen off the map, journal-wise, and finally congratulated myself today about getting back into action by wishing folks happy birthdays, belated and otherwise. Then I'd planned to talk about all sorts of things; my continuing crazed work experience, thoughts of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, maybe one or two other fannish things, and updates on my brother, who came home Saturday. He still sounded weak, but he was on the mend. And I wanted to talk about things that were going well, or at least things I could grind my teeth about, but in a lively and maybe humorous way. I was going to upload the picture of my first 2014 Spring Robin. It was really plump, its breast was red, and it was sturdy and cheeky, and the picture made me smile, and I thought it might make you smile, too.

Mac called me today; he'd collapsed while talking on the phone and woke up to find paramedics and police in the house. I'm really glad that he was on the phone when it happened, although he says he doesn't even remember making the phone call. His red blood cell count is dropping, and they can't figure out why, and they're trying to reverse it, and figure out what's going on. So he's back in hospital.

I can't ... my mother went in to hospital. She went through a successful operation and came home. And she went back in, and she never came out. And I know this is a vastly different situation, but it all started happening with Mum just about this same time last year.

I have stories to write tomorrow, and things I have to deal with for the condo association, and some union stuff, I think. In the meantime, I've finally watched the latest Agent of SHIELD, and taken enough pseudo-kinda-trankey stuff to get me to sleep fast tonight.

Dept. of WTF

Thursday, 27 March 2014 04:30 pm
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
 Because Really .. WTF?

1. My brother will have having quintuple bypass surgery Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. I'm still painfully in the dark by my lights - although not by my little brother's - and wish I could just get the fuck up there. Can't, so I'll pray down here. I've talked to Mum a bit, as well. 

2. I got into this here Intarwebz fandom and far more than that, through a site called Television Without Pity. That was back in 2006. I learned ... so much from the people I met there, gained so much from them, learned about myself. It's shutting down next week.  I'll write about that more later, when I'm not a scattered mess. It seems so odd that that is weighing on my mind as much as Mac's bypass surgery. The mind does weird things, doesn't it? Weird fucking things. And yes, the word "fuck" seems to be the only one I can think of using. 

More. Later. Probably.

kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
 Please Send Him Good Vibes, Y'all

My brother just phoned me; he had a heart attack last night, and is in hospital in Halifax. They will be keeping him in for at least three days. He did not sound good, but insists things are fine now. There is, apparently, no need for me to come up to N.S. He asked me to tell our stepdad, Rob, which I have done, keeping the message as positive as possible. He's 87 and just lost Mum. He doesn't need to worry more than necessary. 

Very selfishly, I do not — do not — want to be the last man standing in my family. He is my little brother, damn it. 

He's a very good man; a fine, strong, funny, kind, tough man and I'm very proud of him for shouldering so much for the last few years. If you believe in God, please send a prayer Their way for a quick recovery, If you don't, just keep him in your thoughts, if only for a moment. 

Dept. of Slow Success

Thursday, 2 January 2014 11:28 pm
kaffyr: Close-up of manual typewriter (Typewriter)
Five, Count'em, Five!

I'm up to a massive five fics written for [community profile] fandom_stocking . Yay! I really mean that, too. Especially given today, which was cold, snowy, and full of professional frustration.

(Hey, you try going out and freezing your damned fingers getting pictures and videos in 15 degree weather - did you know how difficult it is to do either with gloves on? I do, and my Reynaud's Syndrome reminded me, painfully - putting said videos together, getting them uploaded as fast as ever you can. And have no one bother to put them online. I'm not blaming my immediate boss, because he's awesome, but there are a lot of other people I can blame, and oh, my, I am.)

So, I'm tired, still recovering from the cold and driving a small car on largely unploughed streets, and wondering exactly when I'll be able to take our gently dying Christmas tree out to its final resting place in the nearest municipal mulch pile.

But I got two more fics done, and another one half started, and an idea for another in the back of my head. For someone who specializes in near glacial pace, this is ... not sucky.



kaffyr: Still from Arakawa Under the Bridge (Arakawa afternoon)
The Far Less Swozzled Update

I have a rather busy day ahead of me, seeing as how I'm going to get the chance to meet and have coffee with the delightful [personal profile] marence  this afternoon, but I wanted to drop by and do at least a couple of things: 

I'm sending belated birthday wishes to a longtime friend, once from Chicago and now from Minneapolis, [livejournal.com profile] doclnghair, who celebrated on Sept. 21. I hope your year is filled with creative joy, many friends, love, and music.

I also wanted to wish the erudite [personal profile] selenak  - world traveller extraordinaire, Beatle fan and scholar, thoughtful television commentator and excellent fic writer - a happy birthday, as of yesterday. I hope the day was excellent; may the coming year be just as fulfilling!

Other things: Here, under the cut to spare those of you who want to avoid [personal profile] kaffyr 's job-related angst, is a description of the meeting that actually sparked my previous post. In describing the meeting to[personal profile] yamx , I managed to encapsulate the entire bad craziness of that little corporate get-together.
Oh, and I forgot to mention earlier that Rory and the Doctor arrived about five or six days ago, and The Family Pond is now complete. I plan to bring them to the next set of union negotiations, put them out in front of me, and tell the guys across the table that if they can deal in fantasy scenarios affecting my livelihood, I can provide them with more fulfilling fantasy scenarios.

And that, for the moment, is all.

kaffyr: The First Doctor isn't amused (Bullshit!)
Since I'm On My Second Martini

... and somewhat lacking in observational and analytic eloquence I might otherwise bring to the task, I shall only describe the mandatory staff meeting to which I and my colleagues were forced this morning - and the "information" we received thereat - in the GIF form of interpretative dance:
Under here, because bandwidth )

Dept. of Wiscon

Monday, 27 May 2013 01:11 am
kaffyr: River's in light (River in light)
Coming Back to Earth

...with a thud )
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
 Update on a Down Day

My mum went back into hospital on Saturday, one day after they released her to go home.

Gah. Just gah. )Just keep swimming, just keep swimming ....
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
Welp.

People of greater faith than I am blessed with, at least of the Byzantine Monotheistic variety, are wont to say god never gives you more than you can deal with. This, of course (I am thinking today), is nonsense.

Yeah, yeah, piss and moan. )

Dept. of Gah.

Thursday, 17 January 2013 09:12 am
kaffyr: Weeping angel peers through "clock" (Time's no Angel)
How to Spend A Wednesday (written on Thursday, because Wednesday)

Run Away! Run Away! )

Oh, and one also gets one's husband to take a picture.
Which one hides to save bandwidth )
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (ulquiorra)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is ... probably not all, but it's all my brain can provide.

Oh, and "Hi, f'list!"  My primal scream notwithstanding, it's nice to be here.
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is ... probably not all, but it's all my brain can provide.

Oh, and "Hi, f'list!"  My primal scream notwithstanding, it's nice to be here.

Dept. of Gah.

Friday, 17 August 2012 11:55 pm
kaffyr: Weeping angel peers through "clock" (Time's no Angel)
Catalytic Converters

Know what they cost?

A minimum of $1,000.

Guess what we've got? Go on, guess.

Yeah.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu


(Yeah, that's me, trying not to have a mouth like a fishmonger. Or a sailor. As mentioned before, Gah.)


But then again, I also got to sit with BB and our lovely next door neighbor, and show her the entire BBC broadcast of the closing Olympic ceremonies. BBC? You did it right.

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