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None of the Above

by Marble

Forcrying out loud we have debate about solid scientific models in this country, how can those percieving bias on the other side be considered in any way legitimate? I agree with Machiavelli, perception is reality. But that is only in politics because politics is artifice. It aims at misrepresenting the world. If you take that as the basis of your reality, then of course there is no objective perspective. What then is the point of communication? Solely bending others to your will?
-Smedleyman, at metafilter

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[ animals random thoughts ] 2002-08-28
Update around the house: Junior (miscreant male black & white kitty) caught a birdie, a female cardinal (either that or a young male who hadn't got all his bright red plumage yet). David put her in an animal crate with food & water. When I got up, I went in the bathroom, and she went crazy trying to escape.

I figured she was agile enough to be let go, and was only hurting herself and wasting energy trying to escape, so I took her outside. Junior of course followed me, but I held him very firmly while I opened the cage. The bird flew out and into a tree (yea, birdie!). I wished her good luck and told her to steer clear of Junior in the future.

Then I took him back inside with me and fed the animals.

When I came upon Apache (momma kitty, recently spayed, has an old gunshot wound in her elbow), she was nursing what looked like all four kittens. These kittens were born on April 23rd, so they're pretty big by now. Rather odd to still be nursing this late, but I think it's pretty cool, personally.

When I fed the kitties, they all went at it avidly except Bobby, who continues to stand next to me, forlornly whining. So every day (and night), I pick him up and set him right in front of the food plate. Poor silly little thing.

The dogs are not hungry this morning. Dunno why.

When I went outside, I noticed it was "only" 95 degrees. Pretty sad when you get to the point where 95 feels "not that hot". I still have to go out today to do errands and have my appointment with my psych nurse, Camille. I'll be taking lots of water, and sweating like a... like a thing that sweats a lot (what's famous for sweating a lot? I dunno). Ah, I know: Albert Brooks in his stint as fill-in anchorman in Broadcast News. I'll be sweating like that.

Apache went out the doggie door as I was heading to the barn to get the dog food, and Precious went out right after her and for some reason starting barking and growling like crazy. So I pointed my finger at her and yelled at her that she was supposed to be NICE to the cats, dammit! She acted all fearful and took off with her tail between her legs. Silly dog.

Yesterday evening I worked on my plans for a combination bed loft / computer desk that I'm going to build in Elena's room. It's coming together nicely, and should give me much more space to work in.

And as a bonus, by moving my computer out of this room, David will also have much more space. Also, we'll both have more privacy for when we're in Deep Concentration Mode. David is working at home now on the weekends and sometimes in the evenings, too (he's a workaholic, what can I say).

David wants to build a big computer rack to hold all the computers in here and the other equipment (TiVo, cable box, cd player, stereo, numerous vcr's, etc), and which will be sealed and have a big fan pulling air through to keep everything efficiently cool. That's the plan, anyway.

So I need to finalize my plans for this weekend, when we'll go to Home Depot and get materials using the big flatbed trailer. Should be fun! I really look forward to a big project. This will be the biggest thing I've ever built, and I'm confident I'll be able to do it right, especially with David's help and know-how (and great tools of course).

The trick will be figuring out how to deal with the heat, and get lots of stuff done in the barn and outdoors when the weather is not so punishing. We'll figure it out somehow.

I gotta hurry up and get out of the house. I stayed in bed too late (yet again). Argh! Oh well.

Later, fans...

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