books several months ago (I like how Amazon says the book usually ships within 2 to 5 weeks, when they know it’s out of print), shut down the checking account last month; I need to get my ass in gear and make sure Three Toes Publishing is officially shut down.
As always, any help is very much appreciated.
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You know who really just completely repulses me? Robert DeNiro in Cape Fear. My god, when he sticks his thumb in (the incredibly annoying) Juliette Lewis’ mouth, I want to friggin’ throw up. And when he rubs his liver lips all over Jessica Lange, I gag.
Can you tell we watched Cape Fear the other night?
I don’t find Robert DeNiro even remotely appealing in any of his roles, but in Cape Fear he truly grosses me out.
Also, the fucking hat and glasses he wears in that movie? GOT TO GO. Please. For the love of god, can’t Scorsese pay someone to remove the fucking hat and oversized glasses from the movie? The early 90s were an embarrassing time, fashion-wise, and I don’t think we need to be reminded that DeNiro sashayed around in a fucking beret or driving cap or whatever the fuck they call it, and huge, oversized mirrored glasses.
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Have you ever noticed that the more of a hurry you’re in, the slower everyone around you seems to move? I was in Target this morning, eager to get my ass home and have a couple of scrambled eggs and a
muffin for breakfast, and it was like word had gone out to everyone in the area that they needed to get in my way as much as possible. Every aisle I walked down, every thing I needed to reach for, there was someone standing RIGHT FUCKING THERE. And then, of course, I managed to choose the checkout line with the woman who had to have a ten-minute discussion with the cashier about whether she could ring certain things up separately, and what needed to be rung up separately, and blah blah BLAH. I wanted to scream “Lady, it ISN’T ROCKET SCIENCE, could we move the fuck ALONG, here?”
Then, of course, once everything was rung up and paid for, the woman in front of me took her sweet time getting all her bags into her cart and the fuck out of my way and I wanted to bellow “GodDAMN, lady, can’t you MOVE YOUR ASS?” But I didn’t. I just sent secret hate rays to the center of her brain, which always makes me feel better.
I even had some serious road rage on the way home. They’re widening the main road that goes from Madison to Huntsville, and they’ve been widening it for, I believe, sixteen years, and there’s NO FUCKING END IN SIGHT.
But I’ve eaten my scrambled eggs and my blueberry oat bran muffin, and all is good in the state of Bitchymark.
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We watched
Wanted (starring the very hot Gary Cole, as opposed to the very not Gary Coleman) last night – the third episode, I believe – and we just can’t quite decide whether it’s worth continuing to watch. I like everyone in the show, and I like the premise of the show, but I often find myself easily distracted while I’m watching it, and that’s never a good thing. We might give it a few more episodes before deciding one way or the other.
The other show we watched last night was
Andy Richter Controls the Universe. One of the ten thousand channels we have -HDNET, I think it is – shows it on Monday nights, in high definition. We liked the show when it was running, and so we tape it every week and watch it. It’s definitely withheld the test of time, because we’re enjoying it this time around, too. It’s a great show – if you have a channel showing it, you should really at least give it a try.
That
James Patrick Stuart sure is a good-looking man.
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So I think I mentioned one day last week that the kittens have been on amoxicillin for an upper respiratory infection. Their symptoms never got worse, but they never got better, either, so I went to the shelter yesterday to get doxycycline for them, which will hopefully clear it up.
The kittens do NOT enjoy the doxycycline at all. Apparently it’s pretty nasty-tasting, and I do my best to squirt it as far back in their mouths as possible, but they still squirm and make the funniest faces of disgust.
I need to get pictures of that.
Mister Boogers, I think I’ve mentioned in the past, tends to have a somewhat boogery nose (thus his nickname!). So when he started sneezing a lot last week, we did our best to keep his nose clear and figured he’s get over it in a few days. Except he didn’t – in fact, by Monday he was clearly having some trouble breathing, and he ended up needing a vet visit. The vet gave him a shot of steroids, vitamin B-12, and antibiotics, and he’s doing a little better today than he was, though he’s still a little whistle-y. Also, we squirted some stuff up his nose to help with the stuffiness, and his nose just looks painfully raw.
Of course, it might belp if he stopped licking his nose.
So now our cat-medicine regimen looks like this: In the morning Rambo and Jodie each get a dose of doxycycline. Mister Boogers gets a half pill of something to help unstuff his nose, which he also gets in the early afternoon. In the evening, Rambo and Jodie each get their second dose of doxycycline and a dose of Albon. Mister Boogers gets a dose of antibiotic and the nose-unstuffing stuff. Miz Poo gets a squirt of essential oils, and Spot gets his happy pill.
The only cat not currently getting some sort of medication stuffed down his throat is Spanky, and I’m not holding my breath – I’m sure he’ll be the next one to require a trip to the vet. That’s just the way it seems to go for us.
Damn cats.
Rambo with mouse.
Jodie wakes up from one of her numerous naps.
Snoozing kittens.
Is that a happy face, or what?
She’s such a pretty girl, that Jodie.
Booger in the sun.
All of today’s uploaded kitten pics can be seen
here.]]>