Sunday, February 25, 2007

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

1) Matt's taken to the fruit bars (marketed at babies) that we buy for the rats. On Friday he took one into work as his snack. We buy two different types - one some sort of weird organic sort, and one the Cow & Gate sort. I'm totally on his side - I've tried a bit of them, and they're really nice.
He said he was embarrassed because the one he took into work has a picture of a baby on the wrapper, and has '+12 months' written on it. I just figured that at least he was getting vitamins. He just figured that, if anyone asked, he could say they were made of babies.

2) We've been reintroducing the rats (they met for a moment when we first got Hob, but the vet suggested she didn't have stress when she was ill, so that was a no-no for a while). There was a tad of hilarious flailing, where they stood on their back legs and windmilled their forelegs, but then Hastings sat on Hob and groomed her and, after a while, Hob realised that Hastings is the boss. We've been quite intense in their reintroduction. Late last night, lunchtime today, then this evening. We think it's best that they get used to it quickly. I worried that if we left it for a couple of days, they might have to go through the original flurry again. They now play nicely together. Well, Hastings will jump on Hob and forcibly groom her, but Hob will roll over and act submissively with an almost visible air of boredom. The only strops occur when Hob is playing on me - then Hastings will shoulder barge her out of the way in a possessive manner.

3) I've been feeling pretty good the last couple of days. Sometimes unnacountably grumpy, but that passes quite quickly and, in general, I'm doing ok. I know I haven't been talking much about the varying levels of depression, but it's so incredibly boring for everyone other than me, and I prefer not to go into it. Unless, of course, I snap and end up ranting.

4) My brother H and his long-term girlfriend are coming round tomorrow night to meet the new pets. I'm doing them dinner of pepperdew poppers, followed by my delicious beef and bacon stew with mustard mash. I haven't seen them since New Year. I kind of miss H. And also his girlfriend. She fits into my family disturbingly well.

5) It's nearly 4.30am. I just needed to write down all the things before I forgot them. I'm also half-watching Dog the Bounty Hunter.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Oooh, look!

I've been reading this blog. It's by a professional dominatrix. I'd totally like to have a chat and a drink with her. She seems nice and she's very funny.

Jesus Christ, a bagpipe band I actually like. They rock.

I have to own this book.

The Surrealist Compliment Generator. I couldn't remember if I've posted this before...

Basic instructions on how to deal with everyday situations.


Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Joker


Whit has developed a black line radiating from the right hand side of his mouth where his chewing of the bars has rubbed off the pale top layer of his wuzz, and just left the shorter, dark layer. It makes him look like The Joker.

I tried to get a photo to show you guys, but hamsters are wriggly, quick, and not very good at taking instructions. *sigh*

Below are the results of his photoshoot.

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Tuesday, February 20, 2007


Well, I've actually been doing reasonably well recently, in terms of not turning into a crazy cat (well, rat) lady.
Whilst I'm still hardly whooping with joy about leaving the house, I am actually getting out there. On Friday I decided to go out and take photos around Holyrood park. By myself.

Now, this isn't particularly brave to anyone else. I realise that. But it took me a while to steel myself to go out there.

So out I went, with only my keys, my camera and some spare batteries. Not even a book or my MP3 player which I usually use to isolate myself in my own little bubble so I don't have to interact...

And I ended up wandering around the park for an hour and a half or so, taking pictures.
I was proud of myself.

Now, said pictures would be part of this post, which leads me to my lazy-blogger lists.

Bad things
My hard drive died, deleting almost every single one of my saved files. I now have a crappy new hard drive, which only has Paint as a photo manipulation programme.
So, no old photos, Projects, word files, etc. Plus a very very slow way to resize the 50-odd photos taken.

Cold. Cold, cold, cold. As many of you know, I have really, really crappy circulation. I can't feel my fingers. Or my toes. I wish we had central heating.

I have the plague. Well, probably not, but I'm excreting more in the way of phlegm than I'd really like to. Plus the cough, the burning eyes, the sore throat, the muzzy head... at least the vomiting only lasted one day.

Good things
I received a parcel full of lurid orange pyjamas with cows on from Nettie. They have a little vest with them, and a pair of fuzzy yellow bedsocks. They're only about one size too big for me this time, unlike the pink ones she got me last year, the tartan ones Amber gave me, and the gnome ones Joe sent me. Sadly, this means Matt won't get to be amused as, when wearing any of the big ones, I'd turn over in bed and the pyjamas wouldn't turn with me. I love my pyjamas.

My new kettle - it's all snazzy and shiny, and it has a button you press to flip open the top. It's just generally fancy and adorable.

When I went into the living room this morning, I greeted the pets as usual ("Hello there, general small wuzzes!") and then they all woke up and wandered out of their beds, as if for roll call.

Matt. Just in general.

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Monday, February 05, 2007

Jaunt around Edinburgh with Matt and me...

In order of our seeing these around town on Saturday…

I really wish the abandoned pub at the top of the road would remove the scary mannequin. It’s unnerving.
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Someone appears to have become cross with their TV – we saw this one with its stickers out by the bins.
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One of the most terrifying “Valentine’s” themed items I’ve ever seen. They sing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart, and people are expected to pay £16.99 for these… these… monstrosities?
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There’s just something funny to me about the added “and we mean it”…
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I like to pronounce it “boobly”.
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It’s just pretty.
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Fishes! Damn, they move fast. And I like the light patterns on the water.
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The ceiling of the main hall of the museum…
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The photo of the happy fudge chef in the fudge shop.
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People honestly don’t think the statue of Robert Ferguson is scary?
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Terrorist Blair. Pithy. And written on a bus shelter seat.
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Crooks. Written right beside the above statement. Interesting. Ish.
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