kjpepper: (moonbeam (lazy))
Ever wonder what it's like having a 15 pound cat dangling from two front claws embedded in your middle finger?

I just found out. And it HURTS. A LOT. There are now two very deep half circle shaped gouges between the first and second joints that are aching rather fiercely after the water/peroxide/water/peroxide rinse, covered in white-people band-aids.

Methinks it's time to have another sitdown with the kitty clippers. Or possibly get a pedi paws. When my hand stops aching.
kjpepper: (moonbeam (lazy))
kjpepper: (eat your brains)
The last time I'd been on a plane was the first time I'd been on one in over 15 years. After the original oh god oh god we're going to die bit during take-off and landing, I remember the thing I did mostly was sit with my face glued to the window, watching first people, then cars, then houses, then entire towns, cities and counties recede into nothing until I finally couldn't see anything due to haze and cloud cover. I enjoyed having what I felt was the God's-eye (or Google Maps) view of the world, and it just kinda struck me how many people I couldn't see were existing in the space I could see, and how many people existed in the places beyond where I could see. It's funny how when you're looking down at the world like that or in any other context where you realize just how many people exist in places you don't even think about from second to second, how insignificant your own problems and perspective seem... and yet its this day to day trivial bullshit that consumes every second of our lives. It don't matter so much, you know? The sun still rises and sets, work has to get done, kids need to kept up with, bills gotta get paid, birds gotta swim fish gotta fly, I'm gonna work all day till I die... yeah okay, not the words but you get where my head's drifting.

A few days ago I got that feeling... you know when you've had a nasty cold for a while, and there's the moment afterward where not only you can breathe through your nose again, but have been for a while without realizing it? Yeah... I kinda got that feeling about my life, like all the shit that's been worrying at me and wearing on me healed over enough. Not completely - still scratching the scab remnants like I always do. And there's a scar there, but any time you go through something there always is. Scars say you've survived. "A scar is not an injury. A scar is a healing. A scar is what makes you whole." I won't say I feel whole, cause I'm not there yet. But I'm at maybe 88% and climbing, slowly but steadily. There are things I'm irritated, unhappy, discontent, whatever about right now, but they're fixable, and I can fix them with a little daily focus and effort. They won't be fixed tomorrow, next week, or next month, but the way time has been sliding by lately, I'm thinking that won't matter so much. I just gotta be patient, which is a challenge for me, and keep moving in the direction I need to go in, even if I'm only moving one inch or so every day. At the end of the week, I'm still seven inches farther than I was, which is better than not having moved at all.

Today I spent time with and thinking about people that remind me of myself at younger, greener ages, watching what they did, and shaking my head over it. I swear, I spent my life on rescue missions. Almost every single one of my relationships at their core boiled down to me thinking and trying my best to save the other person from themselves, knowing it was always a futile effort. I remember when I was a kid and Dad would try to tell me something "for my own good" asking why he was telling me, that I'd rather just take my own lumps and learn the hard way? I mean yeah, he's Dad, he's supposed to do that, I know that now... but I remember insisting that's how I wanted to, how I had to learn shit, how I had to see things for myself before I'd believe them... and I think I need to apply that to certain people around me. There comes a point where you can give someone all the advice and support and unconditional love in the world, but when all is said and done, you gotta leave them to get themselves out of the tower and work on escaping your own. Stabbing Westward I think summed it up the best: "I know that you've been damaged/Your soul has suffered such abuse/But I am not your savior/I am just as fucked as you/ I can not save you/I can't even save myself/Please don't take pity on me/You can not save me/You can't even save yourself/So just save yourself." Again... one of those it don't make a whit of difference on a cosmic level sort of thing.

HOLY CRAPZORS, it was HOT today. *chuckle* and to think, we still have plastic on most of the windows. Dad's gonna call one of the guys next door sometime this week to help get them down (8 foot high windows plus Dad wanting to save the plastic = help being very necessary), which is good because it's supposed to stay around 90 until Wednesday. Which means that the tree sex will continue until morale improves it rains again, which means I should either get some zyrtec or get used to sneezing once every 15 minutes for the foreseeable future.

There is a cat snoring on the bed behind me. Dad is fine, home, and continues to fuss at people on the phone. Somewhere out there/beneath the pale moonlight/Someone's thinking of me/And loving me tonight. I've got a job I can do in my pajamas, a crotchety old house to serve as home when I need it to, and a stack of library books waiting to be devoured. I haven't really been sick since I got sprung from my own hospital adventure six months ago. All things considered... my life, such as it is within the constant whirl of the universe, really could be a hell of a lot worse.

(And as if on cue, as I typed that sentence, the Mr. Softee truck came back through the block for the third time tonight, lol.)

I'm gonna stop here. I'm starting to sound a bit like that somewhat inebriated gentleman from the other night, and we can't have that, lol.


Apr. 23rd, 2009 10:17 am
kjpepper: (DDR)
The cat is no longer terrified by DDR. Rather he will now sprawl in front of the dance pad, and occasionally take swipes at the wire connecting it to the Wii when it moves.

Dad and Imm are still amused as hell.

Click my dragons: Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!Adopt one today!
kjpepper: (whee!!)
The other day I discovered a cheerfully running sink in a dark bathroom and yelled at [livejournal.com profile] anzovin for leaving the water on.

I somewhat dubiously retract that, as Tabitha apparently now knows how to operate the faucets. [livejournal.com profile] anzovin apparently witnessed her pawing at the tap until she got it to pull inwards enough to start the water flowing. Crap. We might have to start shutting the upstairs bathroom door when we're not in there.

I am amused, exasperated and slightly scared by this. I also want to be a fly on the wall the day she pulls the wrong tap forward and burns her little nuisance nose off.
kjpepper: (phonepost)
Big orange fuzzball.

kjpepper: (Valentino)
There is nothing sadder and yet more horribly funny than opening a closet that has been, to your knowledge, shut for at least the better part of a day, and having an extremely grateful cat shoot out and try to snuggle the living bejesus out of you for releasing him. And once again I find myself extremely grateful that we seem to have the rare four cats that are litter-disciplined to perfection.

Gonna go love Valentino some more now. Poor kitty.

Cat squee

Jul. 25th, 2008 07:28 pm
kjpepper: (Valentino)
So I was sitting on my bed playing with my phone (as evidenced by the previous entry) and going through all the ringtones I have for different people.... So I get to [livejournal.com profile] morlock's which is a clip of him singing "Viva La Vida" against a karaoke track and I start playing it... and Ivy tears in from the other room where she was DEAD ASLEEP I swear, and starts loving the hell out of my phone. And by loving it I meant she insisted on rubbing her entire face all over every inch of my phone. And then when the clip stopped playing she kinda glared up at me accusingly and wandered off.

I kinda wanna play it again to see if I can get a repeat performance.

ETA: I decided to play the whole song from iTunes. Ivy is now sniffing my stereo speakers and looking at me like HOW U PUT MAI HOOOMAN IN THERE? *dead from cute*


Jul. 23rd, 2008 09:53 am
kjpepper: (whee!!)
I got this from Angelgrrl.


*watches again*

(Edited to switch out for slightly better quality Youtube version)
kjpepper: (Valentino)
Emptying my phone...kitty!

kjpepper: (Valentino)
  • I came shuffling down after morning coffee and to say goodbye to morlock before he scooted out the door, and happened to look down as I was crossing the dining room... to see three of the cats had taken perimeter positions around the room and tabitha was crouched over her latest hunting trophy... which turned out to be not a toy, but a real dead mouse. Luckily still in one piece - tabitha has never quite made the leap to _eating_ them - but still. Ew.

  • 95 degree heat with 90+% humidity is my least favorite weather to be in a state of undress. That may sound counterintuitive, but there is a reason why I like some kind of coverage at least to the knee and at least a cap sleeve. And underwear. I seriously dislike the sensation of different areas of my skin sticking to itself, and I have chubby thighs so it happens. Plus underwear as primary sweat absorption = very yes. So yeah, I will be wearing long pants and a tshirt to work today. Sure I'll be a little toasty, but there is method to my madness. 95 is a good ten degrees above my maximum tolerable action temperature. Blugh.

  • I thought there was gonna be a third bullet but apparently not.

  • ETA: Found it! and another one:

  • I find it funny that I have a morning Internet routine, and includes running around and sending people flowers for their Lil Green Patches.

  • Has anyone else been attacked by the salmon? Pretty much, if you have your AIM handle in your LJ profile and you happen to be online at the time you make a post, within about five minutes a user named $MODIFIERSalmon contacts you with an off the wall icebreaker question/sentence but it's really a bot that hooks up two random LJ users that have posted recently and replaces their names and handles with $MODIFIERSalmon. More info here and here but they don't really say anything other than what I just did.

bad kitteh

Apr. 12th, 2008 04:48 pm
kjpepper: (whee!!)
[livejournal.com profile] sundart is trying to start seedlings in her and [livejournal.com profile] anzovin's room. This is rather hampered by the fact that the cats, Tabitha in particular a) knows she's doing this b) has the knowledge and persistance to bust into the room on occasion in attempts to nibble on the tender vittles inside.

This afternoon this showed up on the door:

big version )

... i am amused.
kjpepper: (Valentino)
1) find cat. Bonus if it is sound asleep.

2) point at cat, open eyes very wide and, in as close to a rumbling basso as your vocal cords allow, bellow something fairly unintelligible, along the lines of "THE DWEAD PIWATE WOBAHTS IS HERE FOH YER ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUL!!!!!!"

3) Giggle maniacally as cat flees in utter terror. Chasing cat is optional, but recommended.

Next week - "Felines vs. the Swiffer: Swiffer Wins."
kjpepper: (Valentino)
Last summer, Valentino managed to pull out one of the very last Tampax I had in the house, and periodically we'd catch him tearing through the house batting the hell out of it, slamming into walls, recovering, then chasing it in a completely other direction. He played with it all damn summer too - there were periods (no pun intended) where the tampon would disappear entirely somewhere and then lo and behold one quiet afternoon he'd fish it out from wherever it was and the Tampax Grand Prix would start anew.

This weekend, Tabitha has discovered the o.b. bullets I'm now using (tell me that's not what they look like). One of them fell on the floor at some point this week, and she's been chasing it around the house in much the same kittenish fashion Valentino was yesterday. I even caught her jumping on it with all four feet, something quite undignified in a cat her age.

*shakes head* one of these days they're going to jack up the stove in here and wonder why there are a bunch of super absorbancies of various brands wedged up under it...
kjpepper: (looking down)
What's a girl to do when she's just missed the 4:00 bus home? why sit in the Smith Student Center and post to LJ of course.

Eh... Today was one of those weird, up and down, draining days. I had a good morning getting breakfast and running errands with [livejournal.com profile] sundart and [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat, and then... I don't know there was a bit of weirdness with [livejournal.com profile] sundart afterwards, that I'm still a little well, disturbed by. I mean, we got over ourselves (we always do) but still... I'm bothered by it. Didn't help that Amastan called my cell during that time and I of course flipped out and didn't answer it... but that's a rant/navelgazing session for another day.

[livejournal.com profile] anzovin was nice enough to give us a lift to [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess's (after a small snafu where he'd forgotten where he'd actually parked his car), as we'd missed the bus that would get us there in time to bid goodbye to [livejournal.com profile] acatnamedfat. As it was, we got there in time to have a good forty-five minutes to sit with her and pet and worship her for a while until [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess had to take her to the vet's. [livejournal.com profile] sundart went home at that point; I decided to go with [livejournal.com profile] beatgoddess and [livejournal.com profile] acatnamedfat, who went to what Bosslady calls the Rainbow Bridge purring.


I hung out over at beat's for a bit afterwards, ogling the contract work on the living room and elsewhere that she'd done after we left, and having tea in the obligatory My Little Pony cups, and well catching up. It was good... I'd missed being told to shut it after niggering. ;)

So now I'm cooling my heels in this transplanted airport terminal that passes for a student center and trying to think about what to do with the remainder of my day. There's a party at [livejournal.com profile] drdevice's, but after today, I am not much in the partying mood, since I'm kinda emotionally wrung out and I think dealing with people outside of the Amoeba right now would make me homicidal... So I may just head home, shower, clean the catbox, hug my dumb blond Valley-boy, and hang out quietly at home for the rest of the evening, but I haven't really decided, plus there's this little bird trying to suggest that maybe I should go to work for a little while, but I'm valiently ignoring it. That I can do tomorrow. So who knows...

In the meantime, I still have twentyish minutes to kill... and I kinda wish I still had that icon of me hugging [livejournal.com profile] acatnamedfat. I used to use it as the "here you need a hug" icon when commenting... and I think I need one of those now.

Ah, well.
kjpepper: (Default)
Oh how I love my big dumb blond pansy of a boycat, and how lets anyone smaller than him step all over him.

So as a little experiment, we introduced him to [livejournal.com profile] sydneycat's Meara. Who was duly displeased with Valentino's presence and made it quite well apparent that she did not want him there. He, meanwhile (bless him) is all like "what did I do??? Hey!" *shakes head* I don't get it either, hon. You may be enormous, but you're about as scary as navel lint.

I think fishing a well loved book off the shelf to distract me and bedding down with a book is in order now.
kjpepper: (Default)
according to mitzu anyway. I woke up and plunked myself down in front of the computer to find her wedged under the DVD shelf. So I took a picture.

Hmm, this looks like a good place to sleep....

She's now stretched out and fast asleep. She's sooooo cute when she's not being an absolute dumbass.


May. 11th, 2003 01:23 pm
kjpepper: (Default)
Amazing what sleeping in will do for the human psyche. Woke up less depressed around noon, but then again it's very hard to be depressed when you have to fight off eleven fuzzy pounds of hyperactive boy cat who insists that your toes are a yummy nutrutional snack.

I do have plans for the rest of the day, but I will be cheerfully ignoring them for a little while. Meanwhile, after a month long hiatus, I have picked up Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon again, with a dogged determination to finish it. It's slow going - I can only take a few chapters at a time before I have to put it down, but I'm finally at the point where the plot seems to going somewhere. Up until now (I'm about halfway through), the book just seemed like a well-researched, wittily phrased history lesson. You'd have thought I would have given up by now, as I've decided that while sections of the book should be framed for their subtle hilarity, I don't like it overall. However I do like Stephenson's writing style, and I feel like I can't go on to read The Diamond Age without finishing the current behemoth of a book. So I plunge onwards, for a little while at least.
kjpepper: (Default)
Kind of an uneventful day overall. Work was okay, and then biked the 2.5 miles uphill home. arrived home panting, but pleased - give it two weeks and it will seem like nothing. Hell, by june I'll probably be biking all the way to look park and back, thereby taking the long way home. Hey . . . wait, I need that song . . . *goes a searching*

Other than that, day pretty mellow. I got around to downloading pics off the digital camera of the kitties, and of my little project in a pot, the Fisher Price My First Homegrown Strawberries.

Pics of fuzzy kitties (warning, big pics) )

Oyasumii, everyone!
kjpepper: (Default)
Apparently the stress level has gotten to everyone in the house. In an unprecedented bout of unanimous action, all four of the kitties attempted to make a break for it last night while I was attempting to take out the trash. Lucky for us, we have the 2 door airlock system so they managed to go exactly nowhere, despite Kali's usual "Well? you going to let us go or what?" or, in Ailuran, "Rei'ehh rrrOUrhgrm?"

Lets get out of here!

Spent close to three hours on the phone with [livejournal.com profile] harinezumi after finishing with the trash last night, as the computer fan noise got too bad to endure or sleep through for me to use, and as Austin and [livejournal.com profile] sundart were both asleep, so having the conversation over IM as per usual wasn't an option. Ugh, we might have to replace the power supply on this thing. I hate computers sometimes . . . anyway, after about two and a half hours of bitching on a level akin to our high school sophomore days it dawned on me that I was going to have a rather disastrous long distance bill next month :( Damn it, it was so much nicer when we live across town from each other as opposed to in two entirely different states nowhere near each other. :P On the other hand, I forget how much I miss voice conversations with that boy in the middle of the night, which used to be a weekly event. Anyway, thanks hon. I think you helped me with some of my shite, hopefully my scintillating 2 am conversational skills has the same effect on you. ^_-

Got to be at work in an hour. Must go attempt to pull brush through just washed hair. Preemptive Ouch. Course, it could be worse I suppose - I could still have busted glasses. (Thank you Krazy Glue!)

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