katt_goddess

We were supposed to get up to 7 inches of snow after a night of rain that turned to ice. I could hear ice pellets smacking the window at 6a yesterday but when I finally got up, it wasn't snowing and really didn't deliver jack crack all day. It's just been super cold and windy all weekend. I feel gipted.

If you die in a tornado tonight, you'll still be expected at work on Monday.

No, the real lesson learned would have been if you had decided to say screw it and ate it anyway. You'd be posting from the porcelain perch then.

Sounds like it went from being a happy fatty food to a weight loss drug in 24 hours.

Well, now you made Scoob cry.

If your butt crack goes all the way up to your shoulder blades, invest in some real pants. Like up to your armpits pants. I know you didn't sign up for that genetic freakshow, but I really don't need to see a coin slot big enough to drop a one tonne gold kangaroo coin down every time you crouch.

Who needs AI when you can have this sort of masterpiece? 'Dude beats off giant crab lice with a stick'.

Andy is currently getting drunk with some close friends in honor of George.

Name : Potato Bug Codenames : - Bug - Tator - Loaf - Jo Jo [ because every damn thing she does is a bizarre adventure ] - Psycho Wiggle Worm - Fuzzy Flying Monkey Destroyer of All the Things - Smushy - Bellybutton

This is just devastating news. It wasn't exactly unexpected but it still feels way the hell too sudden. He had actually signed up to be at a convention this year for the first time in what feels like forever but then cancelled within the last week or so. I think everyone was hoping it was just a precaution due to some recent health concerns and that he'd be looking at future conventions closer to home. RIP George Lowe. I'm still not touching the Velveeta panties.

Counterpoint. With a fork that ruined, there are any number of things I might actually do with it just because it's no longer considered a food utensil. Hell, just looking at it, the handle is still straight and with that hook, it could hang into a coffee cup to stir added milk and sugars.

Still alive. Damnit.

Was asked if I'd be home this Saturday, said yes I'd be home this Saturday. It was to be a delivery of Girl Scout cookies from the niecelette. Waited all day. Wanted to take a nap but refused because I'd sleep through any text alerts. Wanted to go to the tiny shop across the street because I thought I saw two of the three glass kitten figures I've been looking for in the window [ they are next to the Caribou where I got breakfast this morning ] but didn't dare because I figured they'd show up while I'm over there. Am just now making coffee because I didn't want to make any until they showed up. Didn't work on any projects because I didn't want to be in the middle of something. Summary - no one showed up and no one sent a message or called the landline to say they weren't going to make it after all. And now I'm tired and crabby and the kitten is wound up because I promised she'd have new people to climb on.

I was hoping to do some glossy sealer work on a couple of wooden boxes and decided to just spray the crap out of one in an open box in the tub instead of setting up a generic spray tent. And now my entire apartment smells like I've been huffing spray paint through a hose. I think the kitten is high. She was treating her couch like it was a stripper pole before blasting off into the kitchen for kibbles.

Plausible deniability. You don't need to know. Also, you kinda skipped over how more than half that stack is books on various martial arts and weapons training. I...found the self defense shelves at the used bookstore and stocked up on a few 'try me, bitch' books. <.< >.> The reality is that except for the Buckland one [ or maybe that's changed too, I keep forgetting how frickin' old I am ], most of those books found this time around are old classic reprints or thick anthropology texts. I read a lot of things and learned to snag the interesting stuff the second I find it because it won't be there next time. Plus. at least this way the bookstore owner is getting money for them instead of someone stealing them to destroy. To keep on general topic, I'm still reading the entire Bakuman series, just finished #13 [ I'm reading slow to enjoy it all otherwise I'd be done already ] and have also started 'Bo Karate Weapon of Self-Defense'.

A rare pic of my legs during the winter.

Pretty sure that was the theme of a movie on USA's Up All Night back in the 90's.

First time in a long time that I actually frost bit all my fingers in a single go. The system just wouldn't stay sync'd. The tits didn't care.

My tits were a delightful -41'F on Wednesday, spank you very much.

Now THAT sounds painful as hell. But strangely alluring if I wanted to make weird patterns in the leg warmers.

It worked and I was able to sit and watch a movie. That's all that matters.

Shaving. It's such a worthless pain. Who am I even doing this for, the kitten? She's hairier than me! I've honestly used sandpaper on my legs rather than officially shaving them. Just sat in the chair in front of the computer watching a movie and sanding my legs.

Guess who is a spoiled little bastard and got her own sofa?

I see all these videos of kitties playing volleyball with balloons. Looks like fun. Someone apparently failed ValenCrimes Day because I found a huge balloon bouquet trying to escape the dumpster. Balloons! Tosses some at the kitten. Meh. Ignore her and then see her trying to bite the crap out of them. I just had to pop a dozen balloons to ensure she didn't ingest any flying rubber if she decided to go in for the kill when I'm asleep/at work. Jerk kitten.