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We watched My Name is Earl last night. I’ve been wanting to check it out, but Fred LOATHES Jason Lee – he thinks he looks like Jonny Fairplay, which I don’t see, personally – and so I had to basically talk him into it. I wanted to see it because Kevin Smith gave it a rave review, which I know you have to take with a grain of salt, because he and Jason Lee are friends and all, but still I wanted to at least give it a try.
It was really pretty good. We both laughed out loud several times, and the casting for the show was done perfectly – Jaime Pressly will always and forever be total white trash to me, since the first time I ever saw her was in the Jerry Springer movie.
I even got Fred to admit that he liked the show, and given how much he’s always hated Jason Lee – he says he’s got a smack-me face – it’s got to be good.
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Currently
reading:
The Next Big Thing.
Finished late last night:
All Families are Psychotic, by Douglas Coupland. Good book – it reminded me more than a little of the zany Dave Barry/ Carl Hiaasen kind of writing, and not just because it takes place in Florida. You know how in the Hiaasen and Barry books, weird and crazy shit keeps happening to the characters, and rather than stopping and saying “Hey. That was some crazy-ass shit that just happened, there”, they just take it into stride and keep plugging along? Yeah, that’s kind of what happened in the Coupland book.
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Someone posted a comment yesterday telling me that I should rename the kittens, at least for their stay with us, and I stopped and thought about it, and that’s really a pretty good idea. Because the names a couple of them have just really don’t – this is just my opinion – fit them very well at all. I posted a comment back saying that I’d rename Sad Eyes “Charlie”, but actually, I was thinking about it last night, and I think I’ve really come up with the only name (considering the past few days) that fits him: Sugarbutt.
So for the rest of their stay at Casa And3rson, Sad Eyes is going to become Sugarbutt, Little Cal is becoming Callie, and Barrett is becoming Bear, because he looks like a little bear. Smitty’s going to remain Smitty, ’cause that’s a pretty good name.
I’ve been putting holding a damp sugar-covered paper towel against Sugarbutt’s (hee!) behind a couple of times a day for the past few days, and I don’t know if it’s the sugar, or the fact that I’m using Tuck’s pads (which are just pads soaked in witch hazel) to wipe him down, but things seem to be improving. I think once we can get past the diarrhea (we’re giving them deworming medicine tonight, more on that in a sec) things will get much better.
I noticed last night that the kittens’ stomachs are big and tight. Sugarbutt, especially, has a huge round belly, but they all to some extent have big guts, bigger than I’m used to seeing on kittens. After some Googling around, I realize that that’s a sign of roundworm infection, and it’s time to deworm the little stinkers anyway. Hopefully the deworming will help, and also hopefully I’m keeping the room closed off enough that OUR cats won’t up and develop worms, because that’s not something I particularly want to have to deal with, THANKS.
Callie does the hula.
Are you talkin’ to Smitty? Are YOU talkin’ to SMITTY? You MUST be talkin’ to Smitty, I don’t see no one else around…
Sugarbutt gives Smitty the sad little “Can’t I play with the toy, too?” eyes.
Bear, up close. Such pretty eyes.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Last night’s sunset.
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Previously
2004: “No, this is real time!” Fred sighed.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Written by hand.
2000: No entry.]]>