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.

What a weekend, holy shit. Penguin and I met up in Colorado and skied/boarded Vail and Copper. Being on those mountains was amazing, and I wanted to keep riding for another week. Waking up in the middle of the night and trying to swallow my own throat was, admittedly, the downside. I suppose one eventually gets used to the altitude and lack of moisture, but holy hell... there was more than one ungodly-hour a.m. that literally inspired the thought, "I think I'd prefer to die right now."

I'm now sick like a snot-filled second grader (as opposed to sick like really sweet board shorts) and can't hear out of one ear. Plane rides beat the ever-loving health out of me.

Anyway. There are pictures. I would like to be back there now, please. That is all.




( ...and I can't forget Penguin's race run. )

Oh, the Girls. 'Twas a very nice Monday evening.

I walked the four-and-a-half miles to the theatre to avoid parking issues and expense. It wasn't a bad trek, though I got a little bored and hip-fatigued on the way home. The second I touched carpet with my socks off, I realized how sensitive my tootsies were and practically vaulted into bed. Hehe.

This was really a great show. Bitch was fabulous, as always; I like her so much that I skipped right past that "opener" phase and really felt like I saw two full-on sets, which I loved. Bitch's new stuff sounded great, and I got to hear "Pussy Manifesto" live for (I think) the first time since she split with Animal.The crowd really warmed up to her, which I was glad to see -- I get the feeling that the west coast doesn't really have any idea who she is, so I'm excited that she's out here with a band that draws solid crowds. She is playing solo again next Tuesday, and I might hit that show up.

Amy was spraying something on her throat all night, and her little voice was getting all raspy by the last two songs. It's like telling someone they're cute when they cry, I suppose, but I couldn't help getting all squeed out over her froggy-froat.

*grabs Amy's cheeks and makes Fat Aunt Face*

Ugh. It really was a great show, replete with surprise guests and a great crowd and the Girls in fine form. "Ozilline," "Tether," "Go," "Heartache for Everyone," "Shame on You," "Three County Highway." Ah, they just rocked. And were quiet. And were stunning. I was flying.

I wish I'd gone to the Ventura show; the guy I sold my extra LA tickets to actually invited me to come free, but then had his friend (who hadn't wanted to go all week) change his mind and "feel like he should go because he promised to." DUMB. I could have bought a ticket, but my cash-money wasn't exactly cutting holes in my pockets and running to Ticketmaster. So. I live vicariously through Spike, for whom I looked at the Wiltern, but could not freaking spy with my little green eye. I was admittedly a little distracted with snagging a pick after the show, so hope was kinda lost at that point (which is probably when I should have been looking).

Anyway. I don't have many words but am rambling nonetheless... a combo destined for borification, so I'll cut it short. It was good. I was happy. There are pictures. Yay.

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.