I can haz mittenz!
(And do haz California child off in a New York winter, so YAY)
thnx
See, teeeeeeny little JHC?
... at least, the H is clear....
Researcher: Faint writing seen on Shroud of Turin
ROME – A Vatican researcher has rekindled the age-old debate over the Shroud of Turin, saying that faint writing on the linen proves it was the burial cloth of Jesus.
from here.
When we acquired The Boy, Flaky Girl had been calling him Nicco.
Which clearly wasn't his name.
But we wanted to avoid too much confusion by finding something similar.
Which is how he became Nikita.
(NikitaKitty is fun to say.)
Which is all just fine with us.
The vet techs persist in wanting to spay him.
Despite being given multiple opportunities, none of the resident cats - not even the utterly clueless and about to have hims hairballs snipped Nikita Kitten -
None of them.
Think these
Are a food stuff.
Or even a toy.
Family feline reactions all fell in the narrow range between incomprehension and obliviousness.
Your choice: "What is this?" or "What is what?"
But no "NOM" from this lot.
Stalking Jude Law
'Hamlet' star moves next to Hayden
"On a recent night, a group of freshmen girls (and several boys) on the ninth floor of Hayden residence hall fought each other for a spot at the window in a dorm room. They all pressed their faces against the glass, straining to catch a glimpse of someone a few floors below in the building behind Hayden.... Law is currently playing Hamlet in the Broadway rendition of the play and is living in the Village for the duration of its run. He moved in next door to Hayden toward the end of September, and since then Jude-watching has become something of a sport in the residence hall."
It's a lovely neighborhood, and I'm sure the college kids are all fairly cool if encountered out on the sidewalk.
It's just behind the anonymous windows that they feel free to gawk a bit.
My kid is not in that dorm, not being a freshman.
Instead, she's much further from campus and her room faces the sealed windows of some kind of business.
Also a hunk of sky, if you crane your neck around.
Last year in London she did end up with a swell view of an office.
Second term - first term she mostly looked out on a wall, and even that was covered by a large grill.
So second term having the view across Pentonville Road was lovely, even though she wasn't very high up in the building.
Instead of a broad London vista, she mostly just saw across the road, into some business.
She was suffering severe pet-withdrawal, and so looked upon it as a large gold fish bowl equivalent.
"The large, plain colored individual appears to be dominant... Lower status juveniles cluster on the roof top engaging in bonding activities with small burning sticks."
I hope the freshmen are as comforted by their celebrity goldfish.
And that the goldfish involved aren't too weirded out by the attention.
I'd been wondering why they were only vaccinating girls, when boys are a transmission vector.
And if you were trying to wipe out a virus, wouldn't you want to eliminate the source and all.
Logically, if you want to protect your girls, you need to vaccinate the boys too, no?
Is not a single-gender virus.
I just came across this:
"HPV vaccine will eventually be available for boys and men ages 9 to 26 because the Food and Drug Administration approved it for prevention of genital warts in October."
Well, that's nice.
Wouldn't want them getting warts on their little heehaws in the course of transmitting potentially lethel germies....
Went to New York to see Teh Kid.
Pre-booked, pre-paid, shuttle.
Arriving at dawn, I grabbed a latte, and got onto the shuttle at 7:30 am at JFK.
Should have known it was a bad idea when we sat for twenty minutes and my fellow sufferers started counting the air fresheners.
Like the young forest of them (15!!) on the rear view mirror.
And a couple hanging on every seatbelt holder.
And another forest in the back with the luggage.
And little clusters under the seats.
We had plenty of time, and kept finding them.
I had the only passenger seat with a window that would open, which may explain why the ensuing migraine was not fatal.
The driver then proceeded to circle airport to try to fill his van, returning to Terminal 5 THREE times.
Because when you are in a stuffy, chemical-filled, crowded van driving fast in circles improves everything.
He then left the airport, running two stop signs and one red light before I stopped keeping track.
He managed to drop off two different sets of people more than a block from their addresses ("Because the street is one-way.")
I got to my hotel at 10:30.
That's three hours later.
The hotel (HOTEL AZURE, folks), bless them, put me in a room right away.
Probably they were afraid I'd pass out or puke in the lobby, both possibilities.
But that is only the trip in.
Coming home, to get on my 9am flight they gave me a 5:45am pick-up.
Kay.
So I got up at 5am, in the dark, had coffee, hugged kid who also got up and came down in the elevator with me.
So I was standing on sidewalk outside of dorm at 5:40.
You know, early, in the dark.
Because I am just that anal about being on time.
I got to watch the men's shelter up the block open its doors.
And see the bagels arrive for the shop next door.
And watch the film crews fiddle with their trailers ("Another Guy" with Mia Farrow, according to my new BEST FRIEND, the security desk guy.)
No shuttle.
So at 6am, I call them.
It's a mile away, they tell me.
Kay.
The sun is coming up, that's nice.
The security guy checks that I am okay for the second time.
This is nice, since this is daughter's dorm.
He has a cigarette outside and we bond.
At 6:20 I call again.
The van is four miles away, I am told.
Then I am put on hold.
They play juggle the call for a while, and I get another guy.
And again am put on hold.
He then tells me THE VAN IS ON ITS WAY TO THE AIRPORT.
They have no other van.
Sucks to be me.
Shuttle person on phone claims they came by and I wasn't there.
Security guy, my new best chum, points out that when that really happens, the van drivers come and talk to him.
Shuttle guy also says van driver called me repeatedly.
Well, the cell number they have is Teh Kid's number and is up in her room with her.
Well, she was just awake, and it is a small room.
We both woke up when Tom called.
I can haz skeptical about call, considering the previous Driver Fib concerning my absence.
Hmmmm.
Shuttle guy has nothing to suggest.
I do not write down call information number he offers, since I have a phone in one hand, no pen out, and am digging for my card to get cab fare from the lobby ATM.
He says I will get an email in a couple of days.
I have emailed them
I have heard nothing.
It has been a couple of days.
Hmmmmmm
Am now trying to figure out how to pry my pre-payment out of them.
I am suspecting Firengi First Law of Acquisition applies here.
I did get a swell New York taxi driver, and made my flight, though not by a whole lot.
The taxi ride involved no suspense, no waiting around on the curb, and no scenic tour of city.
Just zip off to the airport.
I could have slept another hour and caught a cab.
I know what I am doing next time.
By teh forces of EBIL!!
Seriously.
Is MacBook Pro, and it has gone nutso.
Suddenly it is randomly transposing letters as I type, or moving up and down lines, or just eating typing.
And it is being weird about clicking.
As in not letting me.
And then being okay.
And then not.
I haven't done anything!!!
Am frustrated.
Have shut down and restarted.
Actually a couple of times, since when it completely refuses to click on anything, there doesn't seem to be any other option.
All software is updated.
Touchpad is clean.
Ummm....
It doesn't seem to like it if I rest wrists on laptop, though not entirely okay when I don't?
Sometimes clicks fine, sometimes won't click no matter what.
Is it fixing to die?
Is it going to cost a bazzillion bucks to repair?
Is there a way to sprinkle it with holy water that won't screw up the electronic innards?
HELPS??
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