Josephine watches Ira.

(And I think it's cute. And I have no motivation to post anything else. Except the link we were watching, which is faaaaabulous.)

Josephine and Victoria came home with me almost two weeks ago. I started tinkering with the idea of looking for a kitty a while back, but I told myself I would only spring if I really connected to one.

...

( Or two. )


I was all excited about having space and no responsibility when I moved out here, but I think the novelty's worn off and I am really excited to have some little lives running around. Far as I can tell, they are happy to be the ones running around. I adore them and am so glad that I ended up with both of them -- they have completely different faces and personalities, and I can't imagine living with only one or the other.

Josephine, unfortunately, is sick right now. She looks absolutely pitiful, and I'm sure she feels like shit. They haven't been immunized yet, as Victoria had a bite on her tail (and an accompanying infection and fever) when they were found, so they wanted to wait until she recovered to spay and vaccinate. V was sneezing for a few days, but Josephine has gotten hit with a full-on respiratory thing. I was giving her the weekend to show some improvement, but I think I might call my adoption lady tomorrow and have her hook me up with a vet appointment. Meh.

Oh, my heavens. It's only been a couple of weeks, but it feels like much longer. I guess that is a good thing; it would seem to imply productivity.

The days never seem quite long enough, though... and then they are simultaneously way too long and too many, getting in the way of what's next. Which wouldn't exist without them, sure. Blah, blah, reality.

( Food stuffs. )

A couple weekends ago, I was invited to be a chaperone for one of the local schools on their trip to the CIMI Institute, Toyon Bay, on Catalina Island. I thought I'd heard about Catalina before, but I really had no idea what I was in for. Avalon, the largest city on the island -- the one the cruise ships port in -- has a population of about three thousand. The next largest town is like seventy-four people or something ridiculous. The next largest community is CIMI at Toyon Bay -- thirty-some instructors, administrative staff, maintenance, kitchen help, and the like. It's a fairly quick escape to the "wilderness," just two hours (via The Very Slow Ferry... by helicopter it's only fifteen minutes) from the city. I had a great, if tiring, time. I think it was exactly what I needed that weekend, though. This working from home is great and flexible and everything, but after too many days with no real human interaction save the occasional grocery run... well, I probably don't need to finish that sentence. It was good. And beautiful. I foolishly decided to leave my camera at home, but snagged someone else's pictures that serve the purpose just fine for now (who knows, maybe I'll get back there someday). I got to thinking a lot about all the animals on the island -- animals that freely roam through human encampments, that don't run in fear, that aren't threatened. That should be another entry when I'm not eljaying during sleepytime.

So should many things. I keep thinking and not writing. I don't know why.

• The Phantom and Disney drag queens on Halloween
• David Mamet at Central Library
• Eden and Catalina Island and meat eating and the Christian tradition (I said it should wait, didn't I?)
• Vegan cosmetics
• Babeland
• My joy list
• Coetzee and Cunt
• Christmas presents
• Mani's, just missing Leo
• Headshots and headshots and headshots
• Audition, meh
• Craigslist
• The uber-annoying tune-horn that lives on my street
• Fucking music and my fucking brilliant friends that make fucking brilliant mixes for me
• Pick-a-banner-and-fuck-the-rest democrats/liberals and why I think they're hypocritical, self-centered cockwhackers
• I'm starting to curse rather liberally and should thus retire for the night.
• So I will. Fuck shit whore.

During my run today, I crossed paths with a girl pumping away on her bike, a fluffy white miniature poodle riding beneath her. Nope -- not in a basket, not strapped in a bag. Its little hind legs were balanced on the chain guard, straddling the bar, and its front paws were resting on the handlebars. How in the world it wasn't slipping on the metal, I don't know. It was just cruising along, white poofy ears flapping in the wind and not a care in the world.