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Hearing footfalls?

Are you supposed to hear people in the apartment one story downstairs as they walk around?

Just downstairs, a family is living there, with a kid who's about 2 years old, and it sounds to me like the kid ought to be wearing horseshoes. No, not for any luck factor, but because of the stompity-stomps I keep hearing. 

Lucky for me that I don't know these people. If we were in a casual conversation, I'm sure that I'd say something like, 'Oh, so this is the Shetland pony whose hooves I hear so often.' Yeah, I would say that because ... well, for whatever reason, I would say that. 

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Evolution begins?

Cats are jerks!

And it begins ... and ends in the far future, in which a cat presses The Red Button that he shouldn't have!

Okay, maybe not, but the cat does like to nudge glasses of water off the table, until they fall on the floor. Let me reiterate: The Cat, known sometimes hereabouts as That F*cking Cat Moxie, keeps trying and trying to nudge a glass of water closer and closer to the edge of a table, hopefully to let it fall and spill and break, but we have been able to intervene thus far.

Thus far, or thus short, or thus cat.

We'll see where it goes from here! >^.^<

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Apparently, the EuroVision song contest was yesterday. I say 'apparently' because I didn't watch it. Sure, I have done so in the past, but it didn't hop up on my lap like a certain cat does, demanding attention forth- and fifthwith. 

Thus far, I've only read a post on LJ by one of you out there, and this was the comment I left:

Yowza! The Eurovision song stuff has never been my cup of tea, but watching it from the outside is a bit of a hoot all on its own! Really, I'm wondering how all this anti-gay stuff is perpetuating into a Gordian knot of fuckuppedness. Ah well! Still and all, Australia?! Wow, that's stepping far outside the geography of Europe, but why not? Geographical boundaries seem to be the sexual boundaries of yesteryear, so ... Ah, no idea where I'm going with this, but I'll just wind to an end by saying that I'm sorry to read that your home country couldn't participate. Politics has no place in entertainment, unless we're taking a piss on it all! :-D
Yeah, so so SO much political stuff seems to be taking place in entertainment these days, which leaves me wondering whether or when entertainment is going to jump into the midst of politics. Yes, I'm thinking of a Monty Python sketch, in which a couple of British political whatsits were getting undressed or out of their robes or whatever it's called, to show that they're wearing pink frilly things beneath it all! 

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Futzing about online

Most of my actions online these days involve futzing about.

Okay, more than most.

Yeah, all of what I do online these days just involve futzing about.

That is, if I have energy to even come into the computer room at all. Okay, even when I don't gather that energy for a wee travel into another room, I do still futz about online. Well, I'm not buying anything, so ... *shrug*

Cool, nifty little things to learn about various people don't cost a cent, so ... like this one I learnt about John Waters and his pencil mustache.

This post was originally made at http://misschili.dreamwidth.org/190880.html. Feel free to comment here or there, as you will.


National Hairball Awareness Day

Bloom County

Ah, okay, it's not Hairball Appreciation Day, so Moxie doesn't need to hork up a super-big one... She might do that, but if she doesn't she hasn't failed in her being as a cat. >^.^< *@* (There. Cat plus hairball!)

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Paul Gaugin in Damnark

Paul Gaugin apparently had a lust for things worldwide.

Okay, maybe not fully worldwide, but more than France. Yeah, Gaugin married a Danish woman, had five children with her, and lost his job as a stockbroker due to the market collapse, deciding that losing his job meant that he could paint every day. And, no, his wife did not like that idea at all, as he
pursued his artistic ambitions, leaving Mette at home with the children, her maternal instincts bred material claims. She saw no future in her husband’s artistic ambitions, particularly as she became aware of how socially handicapped he had become. He seemed entirely incapable of making contacts and was unable to secure himself employment with any of the art dealers he had approached.

Under the increased financial pressures, Gauguin became more abusive towards his wife, who righteously sailed off to Copenhagen to investigate job opportunities. She then returned with the news that there was great interest in Impressionist works in Denmark, and that she could earn money teaching French.


Yep, and then they came to Damnark, where his dislike of or disgust with the country showed through any attempt he made at hiding it. Okay, he didn't seem to try to hide it at all.

“I deeply loathe Denmark, and the Danish people, and the Danish climate. There are many other things that make me hate Denmark, but they are private reasons that one ought to keep to oneself.”

He found the conversation stifling and detected false modesty among the Danes.

“You have to get used to the kind of conversation you hear every day. They ask me questions like: ‘Coming from such a great country you must find everything here much behind the times. We are so small. What do you think of Copenhagen, our museums etc? They are not of much account.’ And all of this is said to make you say just the opposite. And you do so, presumably out of sheer politeness. You don’t forget your manners.”

To be forthright, I think that such 'manners' haven't changed much in this country made up of blue-cheese islands, and it's possible that other folk think the same. Ah well, for those of you interested in following this story, here's where I came across it today:

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Tiresome tv

Y'know how tiresome daytime tv is?

Yeah, well, put another language on it, and it becomes 10 times more tiresome.

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Blackstar Wars?

Okay, last night, Per and I watched The Phantom Menace (or whatever the real title is), and here are a few things that have stayed with me since:
  • What was that large black ship with an enormous wingspan that was V-shaped? Was it a craft based on an archaeopteryx or Quetzalcoatlus?

  • Han Solo and General (?!) Leia's son reminded me of the knight in Monty Python's Holy Grail that would not die, claiming that each lost limb was 'but a scratch', all the while looking like the lead singer in Dead or Alive ('You spin me right round, baby, right round')

  • Okay, the film's title wasn't The Phantom Menace, although that makes me wonder whether that could be a name for a potent sort of fart, but it was The Force Awakens, which really does seem to be a name for a fart, the sort you have after drinking all night and having a kebab and waking up to a muddled head and nasty gas
(Oh! And the title of this entry has nothing to do with anything Star Wars, really. I'm listening to David Bowie's Blackstar just now, and it just fit!) This post was originally made at http://misschili.dreamwidth.org/189695.html. Feel free to comment here or there, as you will.



If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when I die I want to go where they went.
Will Rogers

Thanks, Mutts, for this daily fun quote!

Much as I agree with Rogers as quoted above, I'd like to add cats into the mix, too! For me, of course, not him!

This post was originally made at http://misschili.dreamwidth.org/189239.html. Feel free to comment here or there, as you will.


South Park's Snoopy

I might've said this before, but ...

In the Peanuts comic strip, there was apparently a change in it when the focus drifted from the kids to Snoopy. As for me, I liked what followed thereafter, so ... *shrug*

But in the South Park cartoon-whatsit, there seems to have been a shift in focus from the kids to Randy Marsh, Stan's dad.

Not that Randy Marsh has a doghouse, but ... eh.  This post was originally made at http://misschili.dreamwidth.org/189159.html. Feel free to comment here or there, as you will.



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