Archive for January, 2008
January 31st, 2008 | 
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I found a site that turns any RSS feed into LOLcats.
Yes, the things those wacky folks on the BBC Backstage mailing list do for fun. Anyway. I plugged in one of the feeds from my writing site and lo, some characters from our encyclopaedia were cast as cats.
Two of them had me blinking and saying "Aren't those the same cat?" I give you (uploaded to Photobucket to spare his bandwidth and because they'll presumably drop out of the cache soon):
• 'Siri' (source, character)
• 'Weft' (source, character)
Who aren't the same cat, but are very possibly relatives, and were taken by the same photographer in the same location. Which is eerie. (For those who don't know the characters, they fight like cats in a sack.)
The Weft one is perfect. He's got that broad, nasty face and the expression that says "What can I murder horribly for you, brother? What? Huh?" The stance is a little sloppy, but he looks appropriately battered. And those sickly green eyes…
Yes, I'm well aware that I could Photoshop some Impact font on some CC-licensed cats by myself, but the random factor is what makes it funny.
Incidentally, the ear clips likely mean the cats are neutered. No comment.
Liverpool lad talks about Auschwitz (not humour) – for all who claim the nation's youth is nothing but selfish yobs, want some ketchup for your words?
Boring medical recordkeeping 30/01/08
zzzz. Can't be bothered with checklist. The tremor's really behaving itself well and I'm not stressed (apart from having to go through message boards). My speech sounds noticeably confused. Dropping in and out of 'full' awakeness. Think slept a decent amount, but can't remember clearly!
Boring medical recordkeeping 28/01/2008
Well, Monday. Fine so far today. I got a good idea. Let's see if I can make it to the end of this week without crumbling.
Boring medical recordkeeping 26/01/2008
First of all, no poem yet! I suck! I had theme and scheme all chosen, then plain forgot last night. At least all I have to do is invent the 'authentic' source material then put it through our beloved narrator's voice, not anything difficult like working out what to write about. Always hate that part.
Feeling quite fine, actually. Annoyed at everyone in the world, but quite non-sick. I don't know if that's from reading Preacher 08–17 back-to-back this morning or something else entirely.
Cathode rays of bleh! (updated)
Thought experiment1:
Get CRT monitor. Move a magnet around beneath it.
See what the display does? That is what my VISION is doing.
Good Omens, Ninja Turtles and vampire bomb news trawl
Dog lead goths 'hounded off bus'
Which gave me a chuckle. You know my bias here, so, peeps, what do you think? Rampant speciesism????
There is a video clip. The accents!
Three Little Pigs 'too offensive'
…would all idiots please stop making all the rest of us who are committed to multiculturalism look like bleeding-heart nutters? Idiocy like this is bread and butter to the Daily Mail. Stop doing it.
Last.fm debuts free music service
I would seriously consider multiple murders1 for a chance to pilot one of those things.
1 or rampant hyperbole, anyway
Terror law plans to be unveiled
Transplant goal 'one step closer'
The Kappamaki, a whaling research ship, was currently researching the question: How many whales can you catch in one week?
Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens
Looking at the pictures of Sarika Singh, one notes that nobody is making a fuss about the kesh, just the kara. Man these debates get boring.
Now it is time for a serious ethical debate aboutPUPPY. PUPPY NOSE EARS EYES PAWS PUPPY.
'Vampire' man jailed for having poor taste. I mean, we all knew before reading on which fictional vampire's name he chose. (Oh yes, and there's the matter of all that violent crime he did.)
Burma poet held for secret insult
Update on Rusty the fat Lab! Looks like his dads learned their lesson.
A mother tongue bites the dust
Humanoid figure evolves on Mars in absence of any supporting ecosystems. Or it's a bloody rock.
Red kite poisoning investigated
UK homes to get super-fast fibre through sewers
Alligators, anthropomorphic turtles living in sewers said to be delighted. That one with the purple bandana suspected of hacking the mainframe with the data and the hacking and the virus and the MOD database password hacker virus nuclear war Joshua Joshua give me your answer do, or, as summed up by the one in the orange bandana, "Im in ur effluence sniffing ur packets."
Not that I'm saying the media are a little clueless at reporting technology stories or anything.
Boring medical recordkeeping 24/01/08
Dream last night about which I remember nothing but that it was a nightmare and I reminded myself "must write that one down".
Ok this morning. Still worryingly tired after three nights of 8+ hours sleep.
Scanshun
I know, I'm spammy today. However…
I don't have a brain tumour and nothing is demyelinating.
This is a good result. It rules out a few of the really nasty nasties, and also allows me to tell everyone "The doctor sent me for a brain scan. They didn't find anything!" which has obvious appeal.
Unfortunately the neuro is trying to discharge me now, which means I get shunted back to the GP without knowing what IS wrong. I think mum's going to kick up a fuss.
I'm still hoping it will be solvable with B12 injections. I'll feel like a damn poodle ("have you had your shots, Rex?"), but it's simple and straightforward and I haven't been needle-shy for years.
Dream: face-slicing
Dream the night before last:
Running away from some killer, in the company of a portly gentleman who was faster than me. Killer caught me by the belt (of a dressing gown in which I'd gone to sleep), dragged me back to some building, took me up in a lift to the badly-lit top floor and sliced my face off, followed by a few fingers to the first joint. There was the general impression that this would continue.
I think there was some begging on my (female) avatar's part, but the overall show was all very matter-of-fact in tone, no pain and I only remember being annoyed because it was all so damn predictable.
There was (so my dreaming self thought) some really good backstory to the killer, which I forgot. I think that was what irritated me most.
Had finished reading a novella about a torturer online the evening before. This might have had something to do with it. Nothing matched up with the details or themes of the story, though (Quentin-Andrew didn't cut fingers or do the Hollywood film serial killer thing, and the later stages I'd been reading that night were mostly about gods and redemption and an adorably innocent little soul), so maybe not.
P.S. Platonic friendshippery for the win. This is why I'm linking the book, which the author is doing an incredibly thorough job of linkspamming everywhere remotely relevant by desself.
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Yesterday morning there was a cat in my basin.
I wouldn't find this notable, but it wasn't even ours.
Boring medical recordkeeping 23/01/08
Good day today. (At least keeping these means I don't just write about the worst, scary stuff. Even if it's still boring.)
Boring medical recordkeeping 22/01/08
I know, we're all sick of the tremor, but I'm making a half-assed attempt at keeping records now. Skip these if you don't like hypochondriac whingeing. ;)
#3, "I can sympathise, really. You're tiny and frail"
I forgot to do this on Friday and remembered late last night. The theme this week is a request from Zenbie.
"I can sympathise, really. You're tiny and frail"
20 January 2008
I can sympathise, really. You're tiny and frail
And you've no armour-plating, not even a tail,
Not to mention those teeth come to little avail—
You're like wise little worms—
So this saddling business I'll let you assail
On conditional terms.
But the nose-mounted maser is awkward and square
And the tack to support it unpleasant to wear
For it pinches and rubs—it's as well I've no hair
Or I'd suffer a pluck—
My reptilian muzzle's more comf'table bare
So you're shit out of luck.
The form is called a Burns stanza, which I grabbed at random because it's Burns supper season. The meter is anapestic tetrameter and dimeter. Or it is unless I screwed up, ROFL.
As a bonus because this was late, I'll transcribe my notes from last night with the crap stanza I wrote purely to remind me how the format I'd chosen is supposed to go.
