Log in

August 2010
Fri, Dec. 4th, 2009 08:50 pm

The other day (meaning like, 5 months ago) Anthony walked in on TacoCat and I having some cuddle time and said, "Aw, TacoCat's knitting". I don't think he's ever had a cat before, and he meant to say "kneading". He got a little offended because I was giggling uncontrollably, but I was eventually able to make him understand that I wasn't laughing at him, I was laughing at the thought of knitting cats. Now in our world knitting has replaced kneading in the context of cats. It's sort of awesome.


Sun, Nov. 1st, 2009 09:17 pm

The other day I got a message through my Flickr account asking permission to use one of my photos. Lots of people are using my photos without permission, so I figured it's really not a big deal. This one will be used in a travel writing website. A travel writing website that lies.

This is the picture they used:
St. Maarten Horse Ride

This is the description that goes with it:
Horseback Riding Into the Sea in St. Maarten, Lesser Antilles

Lucky Stables' guides take their guests on a leisurely horseback ride on a rustic trail filled with chirping birds, brilliant hues of native flora, and the occasional, meandering stream. The real treat, however, is arriving on L'Embouchure Beach, where you are able to take your horse out for a swim. Riding bareback, in the clear blue water, the tame creature you have come to appreciate takes you gently into the subtle surf—first walking, then swimming, in deeper portions of the sparkling stillness. When you finally dismount back on the beach, you may want to give a hug of thanks to your handsome friend. Also included is a complimentary drink at the Tropical Wave Beach Bar. It would be difficult to find a more relaxed and enchanting way to spend a morning or afternoon in St. Maarten.

Okay so,
a) there was no meandering stream
b) bareback?
c) complimentary drink?
d) they forgot the part about the power plant that's visible from most of the rustic trail
e) they also forgot the part about all of the horses shitting into the clear blue water while you're immersed in it


Wed, Oct. 14th, 2009 07:26 pm

On Tuesday of last week I was officially done with my graduate program. I will have my MS in animals and public policy on November 15th and if I decide I want to, I walk in May. I thought this would be a good time to list some of the major events of what has been the best, worst, best, worst, best year of my life so far.
To make a long story short, since May of last year I: Got accepted to Tufts, quit my job at TSE, moved back to MA, borrowed $50,000, started school, got engaged, got Deacon, got dumped, lost almost 20 pounds, found a job, stopped eating meat again, stumbled upon my soul mate, found 2 more jobs, found a new home for PacMan, moved again, paid off my car, and finished school. Serious fucking roller coaster.

I feel SO relieved to be done with school and car payments, but there is the ginormous loan payment looming, plus a good chunk of credit card debt. The new apartment is helping with that via lower rent and a shorter commute, but it also comes with a drunken landlord who, when I ask for new locks on the building to keep the homeless guy from sleeping in the hall, says, "wait for him to come back and call the police". Awesome. So even though I'm feeling just a bit yucky due to my financial issues and living situation, I am happy with my recent luck in stumbling into true love and decent jobs. Despite the ridiculous way I got here, I'm definitely better off now.


Mon, Sep. 21st, 2009 06:39 pm

Got everything into the new place on Saturday despite the fact that one of my strong helpers had to work and despite the fact that I didn't really start packing until Friday.

I lucked out when the truck rental place didn't have any 10' trucks and had to give me a 15' one. I had way more stuff than I thought. We totally could have crammed it all into a 10' truck, but it was nice not to have to stack things to the ceiling all the way to the end. My plants appreciated it, I think.

I lucked out again when I discovered that several of my neighbors want to share their wireless internet with me. They told me this by not securing their networks.

I did not have time to go to a grocery store today to get produce for dinner, but since I am so lucky, tayarrow planted some yellow cherry tomatoes and 7 of them were ripe enough to pick on Saturday. Now they are in my pasta belly.

Even though I will probably not be entirely unpacked by the time my lease is up, I am pretty happy with the place. There are a few things that aren't great, like the lack of spoon rest space and the thing where a bunch of my neighbors used to work for my boyfriend but were fired, and now want to hurt him... but there is a new bathroom sink and vanity, and a big red bug (see figure 3.2) on the wall, and ghosts on the window, and a 20 minute commute, and $100 monthly rent savings, so I'll just get some mace and hope the guys next door don't hold a grudge too long. It's very likely that they are all illegally in this country, so I'm thinking they wouldn't really do anything to get into trouble, and that their threats are empty.
Let's hope anyway.

Other Things That Are Good or Bad
TacoCat has lost his mind and spends daytime in my bed and nighttime howling at nothing. (This is bad, but will hopefully gradually decrease over time)

There are people living above me and they move around sometimes and I can hear them. (This is bad, but I will get used to it)

I bought tons of tulip bulbs with money I don't have. (This is good, once I figure out where to plant them)

Indoor plants will do really well here because of the large amount of light pouring into the place. (This is good, if we ignore Mr. Wallace's bulimic tendencies)


Wed, Sep. 2nd, 2009 09:46 pm


Sun, Aug. 23rd, 2009 09:09 am

Last October I started volunteering as a NEADS weekend puppy raiser. I was placed with the contract trainer who works with the Norfolk prisons. When Deacon got to Pondville Correctional Center, he was placed with me. He is a super laid back dog. People have said he's almost like a cat. I think what they mean is, he's not really in your face and annoying and demanding of your attention like some dogs can be. Some cats are like that too, but I guess it's more noticeable when the animal demanding your attention is big and drooling and not elegant and graceful. or something.

Anyhoo, Deacon will be returning to NEADS headquarters for formal training in about a month. Since his most recent evaluation, they are thinking they would like to place him with a disabled veteran, most likely someone with PTSD. The fact that he is so laid back is the reason he will make an excellent PTSD dog. He is not really afraid of anything- except Mr. Wallace, but he has been exceptionally cruel to Deacon pretty consistently for an entire year, so I guess that's understandable. We have gone through car washes, sat through fireworks, watched kids skateboarding, gone to parades...all stuff that would make lots of dogs at least a little nervous. He just does not care.

So say you have PTSD and loud, sudden noises freak you out. Your dog (who is your constant companion) barely turns his head toward the noise. This probably makes dealing with loud noises easier. Plus, if you have issues entering dark rooms, Deacon can go in before you and flip on the light switch. He will also alert you if someone is approaching you from behind. Hopefully he will also be a really good friend.

He was a pretty good friend to me, and even though I tried really hard not to get too attached to him and not think of him as my dog, I'm going to miss him a whole lot.

Here are pictures of Deacon and some things we did togetherCollapse )


Fri, Jul. 31st, 2009 09:11 am

Today I saw this commercial for Orbit mist:

Near the end (24 seconds or so in) the people are standing in some water that is supposed to represent the refreshing-ness of the gum and there are penguins swimming around in it.
Has anyone ever been near water that has penguins in it? It stinks. Bad.
Penguin water is really gross and I will not buy your stuff.


Mon, Jul. 6th, 2009 02:33 pm

The college I work for has a funeral services major. People donate their bodies to the school so the students can practice on them. One of the labs I work in (the one where the triplets live) is next door to an embalming room. I frequently overhear (though a door that says "danger formaldehyde" on it) people moving bodies around and having conversations about how long said bodies have been dead and whatnot. Once, across the hall, there was an actual funeral service being held for a guy who had donated his body. The family didn't get to see the body (just a photo of the guy) and the funeral was in a classroom.

One day, a woman came in and asked if she could use the lab benches to grade student projects. She had lots of smallish boxes. It turns out that each box was just the right size to hold a human head, and the projects were for a class called "restorative arts" where the students recreate a dead person's face using wax, like so:
Death Mask

Creepy. Especially when there are like 20 of them in the room with you.

My boss quit. What a jerk. I mean, really. He actually has the nerve to deprive me of having an awesome boss just so he can pursue a better teaching opportunity? So selfish. I really got along with him, and I have a feeling that the new guy (while also very nice) might be more of a micro manager. Bleh.

My mentor for my final project (which, BTW, I should really be working on as I write this) is really optimistic about me finding a really decent job. Like, I might be able to be an animal welfare auditor for a pharmaceutical company that does foreign outsourcing. Having this job would mean traveling to places like China and Singapore and touring their animal research labs and telling them "ur doin it wrong". This could either be really good or it could totally suck out my soul. Of course, if I don't finish this fucking paper, I won't get my degree and I won't have to worry about such things.


Thu, Jul. 2nd, 2009 11:18 pm

1. Sometimes religious bookstores have really good food in them.

As part of my process of rediscovery I am no longer eating meat. Again. It's the new old me.
Recently I have been fortunate enough to make a new friend who is a food genius and also happens to be a (really amazing) vegetarian chef. Today we went to the Adventist Book Center (ABC) which is a Jesus book store that has a health food grocery store in the back of it. The Seventh Day Adventists don't eat meat, so it's specifically a vegetarian health food store. Going there is a little awkward at first if you're not like, REALLY into the religion, but once you realize that all you have to do is walk past some books to get some fantastic food, it's not so bad. This is the sort of place that makes it super easy to be a vegetarian.

2. If you melt potassium chlorate in a test tube, and drop a gummy bear (or other form of sugar) into it, you get a nice violent reaction with fire and smoke.

There is lots of potassium chlorate at work, and I am hoping that one of the chemistry professors will be willing to do this at some point.
These folks really should have been using a fume hood:

3. I can play "twinkle, twinkle, little star" on a guitar (really slowly).

I'm sure it doesn't impress you, but it is incredibly exciting to me.


Mon, Jun. 1st, 2009 03:19 pm

My new job is pretty fantastic. I am almost always completely alone which is a nice change from the ridiculous drama of my last job. Besides, my boss is super nice (not to mention easy on the eyes) so when he is around things are still totally fun.

One of the things I have been working on is creating more space in the anatomy & physiology lab. In order to do this I have to rearrange the anatomy models, which has made for some pretty great photo opportunities.

These three are obviously in charge of Everything, and I call them "The Triplets"

The Triplets 2

I noticed the other day that these two seem to be falling in love.

Inanimate Love