Chris

I will be going over to Brad's tonight after work because he is out of town and there is okay so:

Brad: Apparently there is a nursing stray in the back yard. She put out some food and untainted water yesterday.
Xtina: !
Xtina: !!!
Brad: You may want to take such measures as well.
Brad: Apparently the mommy was on the back porch, panting
Xtina: KITTY
Xtina: :(  Poor kitteh.
Brad: Or, ooh! Put out the tub with towels and such again!
Xtina: Oh oh!
Xtina: When do I first come over?
Xtina: Now?
Xtina: Perhaps?
Xtina: (kitty)
Brad: Well, you could! Check up on Julie, if nothing else, and see kitty. Sure.
Brad: Today is Wednesday, yes?
Xtina: ::flails about kitty::
Xtina: Today is Caturday.  As it turns out.

KITTY.  DO WANT.

Sadly, cannot has; does not can has sufficient funds.  But I may see how friendly La Kitteh is, and see if I can't find homes for the poor critturz.  Or at least take her et al to the vet, get 'em all checked out, and find out when it'll be safe to have her speutered.

B: Good luck Joshing.
X: Ha ha, ha ha ha.
B: Ha ha ha!
X: *laughing*  Go away.
B: Okay.  Love you baby.
X: Love you anyways.

I dreamt that my therp had been subbed out by a new one for a bit, but I didn't know at first because I was too doped up to look up and focus properly.  My brain likes making dreams that mock me, sometimes.

Things:

- We drove Peaches up to Vancouver again for her next check-up, last night.  The gist, because I can't recall the specifics: she has congestive heart disease, the medication for that bumped her BUN levels up to ~400 - I don't know yet what that means, but it's wicked bad.  (You'll want to check with B about specifics; I could be wrong, or drugged.)  So they need to slow down on the heart meds so that the kidneys get better, except that they can't slow down on the heart meds.  Because duh.  So it's a tightrope.  A really sucky, short tightrope.

- Jennifer (B's girlfriend) called while we were en route to Vancouver, and said that her father had had a heart attack.  He's likely going in for surgery on Friday ("likely" modifying "going in"), and she would like B to be with, for moral support.  He told me that "we'll see", and I told him hells yes he's going - if I'm still feeling poorly, he can prop me up on the couch and put something with sound and colours on the TV.  She needs him there, and that's that.

- I've cut out milk entirely, and wow, it feels pretty good.  B wondered how it was that I could go so long without realising that whole milk==suck connection.  Partly I always thought it was coffee, and partly milk is in the category of comfort foods, and I didn't want to give that up.  But, I've rediscovered my love of Silk milk (non-fucking-flavoured, you goddamn sicko freaks), and apple juice is the first liquid I've had in years that doesn't hate me, so bonus.

- Mostly, I'm feeling somewhat sore and very tired, and covered in kitty spit.  Ocho's been digging my being upstairs all day.  Most annoying has been the stitches - you know how if something gets stuck in your mouth, you can feel it, and it bugs you until you can get it out...?

B: Jacob Aloysius Johnson!
X: "Johnson", eh?  He's in my name, you know.
B: Really?
X: Yeah, it's on the certificate!
B: So's Ocho.
X: If I'm going to be a crazy cat lady, I have to claim them all, you know.  I get credits, and I change them in for more cats.
B: ...
X: *giggling lots*  It's rather self-purrpetuating.
B: *groans*

We just watched Dr. Who, Season 2: Army of Ghosts, Doomsday.  I would, weirdly, prefer a lack of spoilers.  Good faith == I cut these, even though eh.

( Just some chats. )

[Setup: talking about name jokes.]

X: I mean, I'm sure you've crossed a river with metal bits before...
B: ...what?
X: Bradford!
B: Metal bits?--
B: *gets it*
X: *cracks up*
B: *punches my arm*
X: *cracks up further*

Oh hey, an "I do have a life sometimes maybe!" thing.

Yesterday, B and I went to this guy's house (we know him at the bar, &c) for gaming.  It was him, his roommate, his co-worker, me, and B.  We played Settlers of Catan (with the Cities & Knights expansion), which was fun.  Then, for a breath of fresh air, we played Fluxx.

Fluxx is a game that has one rule - start with three cards, draw one, play one.  There are four kinds of cards:

- Rules cards, that change the rules (Play 4, Reverse Order, Hand Limit 0);
- Action cards (Draw 2 And Use 'em, Rules Reset, trade hands),
- Keeper cards, used to meet the Goal requirements (Bread, War, Rockets), and
- Goal cards, which is how you win the game.

V. silly.

X: I should totally show this game to my therp.  It's so zen!
B: It's less zen and more psychotically random.
X: ...so it's my version of zen.

- Rules image.
- Zombie Fluxx.
- German Fluxx.
- Fluxx the computer game.

Source.

In comments:
Scalzi: "(teens today have much stronger thumbs thanks to all the text messaging, for example)"
ucfengr: Maybe our next stage of evolution won't be big heads, ala Star Trek, but incredibly strong and narrow thumbs to accommodate the demands of those tiny freakin' keyboards on cell phones and PDAs.
Scalzi: Yes. And in the future, all disputes will be solved by thumb wrestling! I live for that glorious day.

With B:
B: Yeah, but they'll all be weird, 12-jointed, tentacular thumbs.
X: But the G-spot will no longer be a mystery!
B: ...

YES!

I do this to B all the time!