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Love is a many splendored thing
Sep. 5th, 2006 09:54 amHoroscope of the day: From The Onion calendar:
"Virgo: (Aug. 23-Sept. 22)
Your appetite for rich, fatty foods may not be healthy, but it would be even worse if it wasn't strictly sexual."
It's spooky how accurate these things can be.
Quote of the day:
"Man escapes definition even as the modern phantoms in militarist garb proclaim—as I have heard them do—that man will fight from one side of the solar system to the other, and beyond. The danger, of course, is truly there, but it is a danger which, while it lies partially in what man is, lies much more close to what he chooses to believe about himself."
—Loren Eiseley, "Instruments of Darkness," The Night Country
Min story of the day: I'm sorry. I'm just a doting parent these days.
Min is completely happy with my little apartment and she's caught on quickly to all the important kitty tricks: sleeping in the window, sleeping in the computer chair, walking across the keyboard, sleeping at the foot of the bed, sleeping on the chest, sleeping like a ton of bricks on the lap, watching the toilet flush, getting loaded on cat nip and falling asleep with her arms wrapped around her scratchy post, exploring every nook and cranny for even more beds, winsome meowing and rubbing to get more food, using her cat box (though a few demerit points for sometimes failing to cover), jumping from the end of the bed to the chest upon which her food resides, crunching kibble in the middle of the night, poking her head in the shower. In fact, she's caught on to all of this so quickly I think she must be a kitty genius, as well as being the prettiest and most adorable and sweetest kitty in the world. At least that's what I tell her, and she seems to think I'm right.
I'm afraid more piccies may follow soon.
"Virgo: (Aug. 23-Sept. 22)
Your appetite for rich, fatty foods may not be healthy, but it would be even worse if it wasn't strictly sexual."
It's spooky how accurate these things can be.
Quote of the day:
"Man escapes definition even as the modern phantoms in militarist garb proclaim—as I have heard them do—that man will fight from one side of the solar system to the other, and beyond. The danger, of course, is truly there, but it is a danger which, while it lies partially in what man is, lies much more close to what he chooses to believe about himself."
—Loren Eiseley, "Instruments of Darkness," The Night Country
Min story of the day: I'm sorry. I'm just a doting parent these days.
Min is completely happy with my little apartment and she's caught on quickly to all the important kitty tricks: sleeping in the window, sleeping in the computer chair, walking across the keyboard, sleeping at the foot of the bed, sleeping on the chest, sleeping like a ton of bricks on the lap, watching the toilet flush, getting loaded on cat nip and falling asleep with her arms wrapped around her scratchy post, exploring every nook and cranny for even more beds, winsome meowing and rubbing to get more food, using her cat box (though a few demerit points for sometimes failing to cover), jumping from the end of the bed to the chest upon which her food resides, crunching kibble in the middle of the night, poking her head in the shower. In fact, she's caught on to all of this so quickly I think she must be a kitty genius, as well as being the prettiest and most adorable and sweetest kitty in the world. At least that's what I tell her, and she seems to think I'm right.
I'm afraid more piccies may follow soon.