Oh. My. God.

I have a real fascination with Rube Goldberg machines.  I don’t have the right sort of brain to come up with them, but I love them.  When I was out visiting Marie and her family, and her kids were playing with their Mousetrap game (as opposed to playing Mousetrap, which is a very different thing), I totally understood what they were on about.

That being said, this is mind-boggling:

I am in awe.

Does this cat make me look fat?

Okay – this one’s for the serious Milo fans…

Knitwear model

…or the serious knitting content fans (“Look, ma!  Knitting!”).  I’m very lucky that none of our cats are terribly interested in playing with, eating, or otherwise molesting my knitting.  So here’s Milo, modeling the current status of the “Bee Fields” shawl.

Work it!

And just because I’m geeky enough to want to play with Flickr video for myself, here’s the Tiny Dictator demanding his dinner in a laid-back, yet acrobatic manner:

Rainy days and Sundays

We have both here today.  It has been pouring out for most of the day – a storm system stretches from north of us in the DC area down to Savannah.

For Milo, born in a summer drought, and having lived through one almost snowless winter, this is a novelty:

So much rain...

For Dash, who is terrified of thunder, this is a very, very bad day.  He has been clingy and moan-y, sticking close to anyone or anything who can give him comfort:

Dash is horribly afraid of thunder

A closeup of feline misery

Poor little guy.

Driving with tears in my eyes

Just go listen to this.  I dare you to listen without feeling hope, without appreciating this man’s gentle dignity, without joy at his accomplishment. 

Go on – I dare you.

Awww!

An Engineer’s Guide to Cats – so cute.

The benefits of having a famous blogger be your beta-tester

Mischief managed, as the Harry Potter fans say.  My friend Daisy’s superior WordPress-fu has moved me off of Yahoo (which does some wonky things to WordPress installations) and on to her own hosting service.  Dang, but she’s a fast bugstomper.  We still have some odd characters showing up in old posts, courtesy of some database incompatibility and my old-fashioned insistence on a double-space after a period (what can I say?  I learned to type on a typewriter), but I have WordPress 2.5 now (oooh – shiny!), and even better, I have the benefit of Wendy’s experiences in transitioning over to 2.5 and Daisy’s hosting.

Look for exciting new technological goodies in this space.

A missive from my former cell phone provider

“Theres only one reason to choose a wireless company”

Good thing that reason isn’t spelling.  I can tell you it’s definitely not customer service.

Required reading

Ever have someone who articulates things you have been thinking about forever?  Ever have someone who does this on a fairly regular basis in an incredibly eloquent way that puts your own thoughts on the subject to shame at the same time as you sigh with relief and say to yourself, “Ahhh – yes.  Exactly.”?

Marissa Lingen is one of those people for me.  I’ve directed my readers to her previously on the subject of only children.  In her latest post, she discusses the high school experience, advice from adults on dealing with same, and how navigating the difficult waters of adolescence might not just produce a happier teenager, but a more sane, happy, whole adult.

I’ll include a few gems to whet your appetite, but if you like what you see here, please go read the whole thing.  First:

Of course it’s useful if you can simply not care whether people around you are being hostile and nasty. But really, how many of us as adults can, by sheer force of will, make it totally not matter that we’re spending forty hours a week with people who are willing to be as unpleasant as they can get away with? Not many.*

and:

The win condition is that you can only remember the names of the ones who were kind and/or interesting to you. The win condition is that when you get news of something terrible happening to someone who smeared Ben Gay all over your friend’s locker or pushed another friend down the stairs or any of the other lovely things that happened in high school, you are not glad. Because you’re not just a bigger and better person than that, you’re so much bigger and better and have moved on with your life so far that you had to stop and think why that name sounded familiar. That’s what winning looks like.

and last:

But sitting down and thinking to yourself, “What would be interesting to me apart from graduation requirements and college applications and dodging the jerks at school? What do I want to be able to do?” might be a good start. Everyone has to build a life that’s irrelevant of the structures of high school eventually. Everyone has to find an identity that doesn’t involve where your locker is or who you sit with in the cafeteria. No reason not to start as soon as you can.

I was pretty lucky – I didn’t have to deal with the kind of toxic jackassery that Marissa details (in high school, at least.  Middle school was another issue).  But her advice and musings are instructive beyond the adolescent experience, beyond the confines of school and work.  They reach to the core of a human being’s need for dignity and individual identity.  I don’t know if I would have been smart enough to heed her advice then.  I know I will at least try now.

*I would actually extend that statement beyond “people who are willing to be as unpleasant as they can get away with,” to a much lower bar of “people who can’t be bothered to extend the barest minimum of basic human courtesies.”

May I tell you how happy I am that the weekend is here?

Better yet, may I show you?

Let me tell you how happy this sunshine makes me...

Yes.  That happy.

Typing one-handed

No, not like that.  Pervert.

Like this:

Post-Op

Surgery on finger.  Typing not easy.  Haven’t tried knitting.

More later.