"The basic reality is that the risks that scare people and the risks that kill people are very different" -- Dr. Peter M. Sandman
Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Jun. 16th, 2004.
"The basic reality is that the risks that scare people and the risks that kill people are very different" -- Dr. Peter M. Sandman
Between preparing for last weekend, doing last weekend, recovering from last weekend, and preparing for the coming weekend (also busy), I'm still way behind on everything else. Here's something I'd written up to make my "is Clive working yet?" test posts less boring in case one of them worked, and now that Clive is working (a subtle change in the behaviour of the LJ servers broke it, and a new version was released a few days later to get around the problem, but the new version's '-p' option doesn't seem to work) I figured I shouldn't let this entry go to waste..."
Test post, to see whether I can use the command-line client again. But as long as I'm here and can claim that I'm not posting just to tell another "my cat is so cute" story ... my cat is so cute. (Hey, it beats "test post: please ignore", right?) She's definitely feeling much better now, a week after her surgery, and a little while ago she invited me to play "chase". She sprinted down the basement stairs, and I started to follow, but she got distracted near the bottom by a scent or a sound and switched kitty-mental-gears, suddenly hunting instead of playing. She sniffed around through the stair (the basement stairs don't have risers, so she can just poke her head through -- or take a shortcut through the stair, for that matter) while I stood at the top, watching, thinking, "Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to play..." Finally deciding that whatever traces she'd found were old, she started casting about to the sides for more clues, then she looked up, saw me standing in the basement doorway, and, seeming rather startled, remembered why she was in the basement. Took off like a shot (but kept stopping to let me get close enough for the game to be fun). I caught her a couple of minutes later on the pottery wheel. (She didn't make me work too hard. I wonder whether she was worried I'd give up too easily, since I haven't been feeling well myself. OTOH maybe she's not quite back to 100% performance yet.)
I think realinterrobang was the first to
point out this essay to me, but it came up again recently
on a mailing list and got me thinking...
Any "Hello Kitty" collectors reading this? You'd better start saving up...