kaffyr: Diane/Leo Dillon illo of young black girl (House of the Spirits)
Quiche In the Oven

The crust is awful and patchwork, because I can't roll out a crust to save my soul, especially when it's recently thawed pie dough, but the quiche itself is going to be pretty decent, I think. And I managed to clean up the kitchen (more or less; I'm going to get BB to clean the frying pan in which I tried the bacon), and I'll be setting the table soon. This is all good. especially since I spent a lot of the day driving to get groceries, or laying low because of a headache that seems to want to become something more. 

Poor BB is fighting some ailment of his own, and I very much hope to at least cosset him with dinner. And then, I'll settle down with a new drink I learned how to make yesterday; gin in a martini glass that's been coated with four dashes of bitters. Last night I made it with orange bitters, although it's supposed to be made with angostura. Tonight, I'm going to try two mini-drinks, one with the proper recipe and one with the orange bitters, to see which I think is better. 

I had one of my acrylic nails peel off today. It's the first time that has ever happened, and my finger looks naked without a nail. I'm calling the nail salon tomorrow (they're open on Sundays) to see if I can get in. 

Also in the "First World Pampering" category, we've made an appointment with a new groomer for Vincent. He doesn't know it yet. but he's going to get a bath, de-matted properly, and be gifted with at least a modified lion cut to prevent more matting. I'm sure he'll be very excited. 

Yesterday, there was a mass shooting in Aurora, IL, not far from Chicago. A man who'd just been fired from his job, and who had a history of violence, domestic and otherwise, who'd had his FOID card revoked, but who still had a gun, left the building and came back and killed five people. He's dead. too. Six sets of parents and kids, six mothers, sisters, wives. all with gaping. bleeding holes in their souls. Because someone had easy access to guns. Another day in America. 

Fuck the NRA and fuck the culture it has nurtured.
kaffyr: The First Doctor isn't amused (Bullshit!)
SOTU

Idea for #soturesponse.

He lied. He lies. He will lie again. 

Oh, and he's a fucking lying POS.


kaffyr: (Tired of typesetting)
Kava-naught-not

Thanks to 
[personal profile] supergee  for the link to this

And thanks to the comment section of the piece for what's under the cut.

ETA: I forgot this. I
 should never forget something of this quality.

Kavanaught ) 
kaffyr: The newsies contemplate striking (Stop the presses)
Enemies of the American People, That's Us

Yesterday sucked hard enough to make getting to sleep difficult; the Janus decision on the part of the no-longer-afraid-to-show-their-conservative-animus SCOTUS, their upholding of the Muslim ban; the announced retirement of Justice Kennedy, which puts other civil rights, like Roe V Wade, in direct peril. 

And today, this happened

While my reportorial caution reminds me that I can't assume the reason was because the shooter hated journalists - my other thought would be a particularly enthusiastic domestic violence perpetrator - my gut tells me it was. This is, after all, the nation whose president told his besotted followers that editors, reporters, photographers, etc. were the enemies of America. 

They're not the types who'd believe what Capital Gazette editor Jimmy Debutts said in the 11th and 12th paragraphs of the main Washington Post story. More fools they.

I'll be relieved if some other cause motivated the shooter, and that says something awful about both my desensitization and to this murderous American ecosystem.

ETA: Yep, looking more likely to be a patriotic Fourth Estate hater. Imagine my surprise. 

And Harlan Ellison has died

Dept. of FFS

Monday, 11 June 2018 10:18 pm
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
How Long, Oh Lord? 

I'm tempted to repeat Robert Benchley's rather biblical review of Abie's Irish Rose, if only so that I can snicker a little in the midst of my fear. 

He meets with one of the most unstable and despicable heads of state on the planet (with the exception of himself), after plowing through the G7 conference with even more of his patented diplomatic skills. (And while I'm not altogether fond of Justin Trudeau, I'm cheering him on for the way he responded to the White House Resident.) 

Meanwhile, the Supreme Court narrowly upholds Ohio's voter suppression. And Jeff Sessions did this

This is some sort of hell, and we're still in it. How many months to November?

Dept. of Illness

Wednesday, 21 February 2018 04:27 pm
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Keeping It Brief

Bob's in hospital with pneumonia, and possibly influenza as well.

I took him in to the emergency room at midnight Tuesday-Wednesday; he'd developed what we both hoped wasn't flu last Friday; fever, aches, etc. He went to ground and stayed in bed all Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. He was incredibly congested, with a cough that brought up ugly stuff, and had difficulty breathing - not good for someone with emphysema - but Tuesday night, he got up and thought he was doing better. Until I noticed his breathing was even more shallow, he was unsteady on his feet, and he wasn't making any sense anymore. Not enough oxygen. 

They admitted him quickly, which meant that they were still waiting for the bureaucratic crap to be completed at 3 a.m. Bob sent me home while I could still drive, and he finally got a room at 4 a.m. I got into bed at 4:30 a.m., slept like shit until 10 a.m. and have largely been at the hospital since noon. I'm back now. Took today off, but probably can't do that tomorrow. Andy and Em will keep me a little company tonight, and I'll fall into bed at 9 or so. 

Wish him luck, please. He hates hospitals - they haven't treated him well, even though they've saved his life a couple of times. Hospital psychosis is not a good thing. He doesn't sleep at hospitals, which is a sure route to hospital psychosis. 

I'm exhausted. I'm calling it a day. Guess I got wordy after all. 
kaffyr: (don't fuck w/May)
Because I Can No Longer Find the Words

Not any more. So here are two people who say it better than I can. 

Under here )
kaffyr: Doc Yewl from Defiance (yewlyay)
Can I Just Ask ... 

What the fuck is it about the toxic intersection of sex and power in this culture?

rant under here )

Dept. of Bad News

Wednesday, 25 October 2017 11:39 am
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
Because Of Course This Would Happen

I got home from last night's meeting this morning at 2:30 a.m., where BB met me with the news that Dr. Wood, Phil's surgeon, had called in my absence. Not only had the tumor gone from "probably cancer" to "definitely cancer," the cancer had metastacized to his lymph nodes. She recommended chemo and radiation. 

We don't have the money. We spent what we could on his ear, after being assured that the tumor was generally localized and taking it out would probably prevent more cancer. I should have paid attention to the "generally" and the "probably," I guess. 

We'll call the oncologist to see if we can get even a rough estimate of expected lifespan. As long as he's not in pain, I don't want to do anything. But once that kicks in, we call the goodbye vet for her second visit to us in a year. 

Learning all of this at 2:30 a.m., and seeing how it affected BB was bad enough. Now I have to write a story from last night's meeting, and my brain is not working. I have a 3 p.m. deadline. I want to get it done before that because I want to crawl into a hole.

Dept. of Friday

Friday, 6 October 2017 07:52 pm
kaffyr: (Maia airships court)
Very Quick Precis of The Week 

Phil )

Book )

Work )
The world is too much with us, plus exhaustion )
kaffyr: (Deficiency weekly)
You Know ...

Sitting in front of a screen, fighting codeine-generated nausea and an increasingly bleak mood, listening to Steely Dan warble about crossing one's old man back in Oregon, pleading with an unseen authority figure, "don't take me alive" ...

... is not necessarily a shining example of emotional hygiene. 

Perhaps it's time to go to bed. 

Yes, I know it's only 7:50 p.m. 

WHAT??!?!
kaffyr: The First Doctor isn't amused (Bullshit!)
I'd Wondered When It Would Happen

It appears that Photobucket finally got around to photobucketing me, as it has so many other people with its change in third-party image hosting. For awhile my images were still showing up, but not anymore. 

I'm looking at Google as a new resting place for my photos, if their third party sharing is easy to deal with (or, you know, a thing at all.) I have to decouple my Google account from my iPhone, so that my biz photos don't get automatically uploaded, something I apparently managed to do sometime in the past. 

Pulling everything from Photobucket and transferring things to Google (who I'm much more likely to want to pay for space) will be a pain, but I'm not paying $40 a month for the right to do what I signed up with Photobucket in the first place to do. And I haven't got enough photos there to make it a monumental pain. 

It's just an annoyance, but it does mean Photobucket will be losing me as a customer. 


Dept. of I Aten't Dead

Saturday, 3 June 2017 06:42 pm
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
But I Aten't All That Well, Either

Babbling )
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
How Was Monday, You Ask?

My back still hurts. 

And I had to pick up a dead squirrel in our courtyard (don't worry; I used a garbage bag.) Poor thing. 

On a less facetious note - I am so sorry to hear of the apparent terrorist suicide bombing in Manchester. Blowing up a bunch of youngsters at a concert ... I have no words ....


Dept. of Mittwoch

Wednesday, 22 March 2017 08:52 pm
kaffyr: (Maia airships court)
Wednesday Observations

1)  I was driving home this afternoon, and I noticed one of those little bobbing-head dogs in the rear window of the car in front of me. Then I realized it was a real dog. A little mop dog, with a little sweater-thing on, poor thing. It was somewhat bigger than the bobbing-head toys, but not that much. His or her head wasn't bobbing. The little thing had its head on its paws, and it looked as if it wanted to be somewhere else. Or perhaps it was just enjoying the sun. I'd like that to be the case. 

2) I'm trying to figure out a way to feed Alex canned pumpkin. All the veterinary advice (from his vet and from Teh Intarwebz) on what might be his particular problem states that feeding a cat canned pumpkin provides much needed fibre and - wait, what? 

Yeah, send me the addresses of cats who actually willingly will eat mashed up vegetable gourds, and I'll show you ... nothing, because, no, there are no cats - No. Cats. Ever. - who will willingly eat pumpkin. I am as sure of this as I am of my own soul. I like pumpkin. I really like pumpkin. But I am not a cat. My cat is a cat. He looked at me with as much disdain as a cat can muster when presented with this. And cats do disdain very well. He actually moved backward to get away from the pumpkin. And, asyouknowbob, cats find it very hard to back up. "Back up" is not in their lexicon. 

Except when they are presented with mashed pumpkin. 

We already know he hates all the various petromalt-type goos that cats are supposed to love. Hah. He eyes that with the same extreme distaste with which he eyed pumpkin. Possibly because we've taken to rubbing the goo on his paws and/or muzzle in a desperate attempt to get it into him by forcing him to clean himself ....

Maybe if I put catnip in the pumpkin?

3) To all those in the world today dealing with war or terror attacks, from Syria to London - my thoughts are with you. 
kaffyr: Doc Yewl from Defiance (yewlyay)
I Got to 15 Days ...

... and then the week that truly was from hell hit me. Last night I lost the last of my spoons. I went to bed without having posted anything. 

Still, I have been better at posting this month than I've been for quite some time. And, hey, I'm getting back up on the bicycle, and posting now, amn't I? Which, when I put it that way, sounds extremely defensive, but then I've been feeling rather defensive for the past 48 or so hours. 

I'm not going to go into all the awfulness of Wednesday through today, at least not today. And certainly, my stress is ongoing, as is the difficult time at work. But tonight, my beloved took me out to our favorite sushi place, and it was so relaxing just to sit and talk with him, drink miso soup and eat chirashi and mackerel jaw, that I don't want to think about anything else.  (BB actually pointed out, when I said that, that it's the only one we go to, but that's not completely true and anyway, even if we did go out to other sushi places, this is the one I think I'd like the most.)'

It's Friday, and I am home, and I'm going to watch something enjoyable with BB, and then I'm going to go to bed and cuddle with him, put my head on his chest, and try to unknot my stomach. 


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: A cartoon dog ponders reality (Subjective pup)
Things I Have Done Lately

1. Obsessed over every episode of Game of Thrones, without ever watching a single episode. Yes, I've watched every scene on YouTube that YouTubers can offer me, loads of reviews and responses. No, I don't have HBO, and ... it's stupid of me. But I'm going to be so upset at the end of the season next Sunday. 

2. Thrown out all the Marion Zimmer Bradley books I've had on my shelf for years. I'd thought I'd keep a couple of books of hers that were important to me because of how they shaped my love for SF&F, and for the sense of wonder they engendered in me. In the end, I couldn't keep any of them. It was a decision a long time in coming, and it was the first time in my life I have ever thrown books out. I don't believe I shall ever do it again. But for me it was the right thing to do. I couldn't stomach giving them to a second-hand store. 

3. Picked up the partly empty drink cup a well-made up gym rat had left on her seat as she headed out the L train door to get to a Cubs game, handed it to her (or her friend, the even more made-up gym rat) and "asked" her to throw it away in a garbage can once she got onto the platform, since "I believe it belongs to you." She did. I am ashamed of being petty about their looks. I
 should not be that way, since I support anyone's right to decorate their body in the way they see fit. I can only point to my upbringing and say it's hard to escape the attitudes I grew up experiencing when it comes to make-up. On the other hand, I am very glad I told her pick up her damn trash. Politely. 

4. Became an employee of tronc. Yes, tronc. tronc. tronc.  Mother of fucking god.

5. Wrote a little more of "Hearts & Moons." Go, me. 
kaffyr: (Bored in Porco Rosso)
Long Day

Long day, long week, no brain - or at least little brain - tired body (but I'm managing to exercise at least 5 days out of 7). Getting a little more gutted by Face the Raven each day, which I think shows the power of that episode. Maybe I'll talk about it tomorrow. 

More gutted, by news of the Laquan McDonald tragedy and travesty. I'm the sister of a police officer, but I feel no hesitation at all in saying yes, the system of policing in this country (and probably on this continent) is built to reinforce racism, despite the best efforts of good police officers, built to maintain systemic destruction of black bodies, minds, lives, and futures. It does so in the service of a culture that does not think The Other is part of it. Each death, and each denial that it's racism - or misogyny, or transphobia, take your pick -  kills democracy just that little bit more. 

Going out now for miso soup, green tea, some mackerel, and relaxation. Back later. Love y'all.

Dept. of Rage

Thursday, 1 October 2015 03:28 pm
kaffyr: A typical day in the BSG!verse (Frakkin' Watchtower)
So. Again.

There's this. Again. Again. 

3-2-1:

"Now's not the time to talk about gun control, in this moment of tragedy."
"It was just a lone madman."
"If they'd only had guns, because gun-free zones are dangerous."
"Background checks will bring black helicopters to our doors!"*
"Because Second Amendment!"
"Because Freedom!!"**
"Because Obaaaaaaaama!"
"We'll keep telling our (fewer than advertised) members to shout down opposition. They're cheap."
"We'll keep doing this while the gun and ammo companies keep paying Wayne's and our salaries."


If they like guns so much, I have a suggestion ...

... and the very fact that I just wrote that uncivilized and unforgivable sentence tells you how angry and fucking fed up I am. 

Fuck. The. NRA. 

And no, this is my journal. This is one of the rare, the very rare, times that I will pull rank. You want to argue about this? Really? Do not tempt me.

* Yes, yes, we know. Your safe full of guns of all types is going to help keep you free from the evil government and their jackboots. In the 21st century. The government that has tanks and drones. Right. You and your camo-wearing buddies just keep on watching "Red Dawn" and wanking off to your little 15-year-old otaku mecha fantasies. Your Second Amendment wet dreams are just that. The Second Amendment - I do not think it means what Wayne LaPierre has told you it means.
**See above. 





kaffyr: Umbrella's, figure rise in a field; from Magritte? (umbrellas rise)
Stress, Strawberries, Fried Rice and Fanfic

While painkillers and bossanova help me forget the incipient back spasm that is, even now, trying to decide whether it will come to stay awhile, I'll belatedly try to catch people up on life at Casa 
[personal profile] kaffyr 

Under a cut, yo ) Also? I hate that I seem to have lost my ability to do cuts. Just hit'em all to see what I wrote. Gah.

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

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