Let There Be Light!

One side affect to having the husband's computer die last week was that he completely rearranged his computer area, which happens to be by our sliding glass door to the backyard. He moved his table back so that the door shades could be completely opened, letting in more sunlight. Imagine my surprise and disgust to find out how much more cat hair is gathered in every corner and crevice of the room, which before now was shrouded in inky darkness. It really opened the room up.

The cats are still having mixed reviews. They like the wide-screen "kitty tv", which provides more sunlight-stretching-out space for them. They're still confused over not being able to sit on top of the flat-screen monitors, but I think they're finding the sunlight to be a good trade-off. Even the current sickly cat is enjoying the new-found view of the backyard with its squirrel highway in the form of telephone lines running through.

Friday Babblings...

This week has been another fun-filled stressfest. Still no job prospects, the husband's computer died, and one of the cats decided to go on a projectile-vomiting spree.

Since Disney bought Pixar, a lot of stuff over there is on hold. CBS and the WB network are merging, so not a whole lot is going on at Warners, either. I can't get into Cartoon Network even if I fellated the entire staff including the janitors and gave 'em all $100 bills afterwards. Same with Nickelodeon. Am I sounding whiny? Sure I am.

The husband's computer suddenly and very abruptly died. He kvetched for a day but found another one for a semi-decent price at Fry's Electronics. The big score was upgrading to 2 flat-screen monitors for his geek needs. The cats are absolutely freaking out over the monitors. They love sitting on top of the old monitors, so when the husband set up the new ones, the cats tried to jump on top of them to curl up and sleep as usual. Whoops. That didn't work out so well, and it's left the critters sitting on the husband's desk looking very confused over the whole thing.

The angriest cat in the world decided to projectile vomit a lot last Thursday evening. She likes to puke on carpeting, but she did a helluva number when she upchucked all over our vcr, cable box, and spare dvd player in the den. I took her to the vet, where they had to sedate her just to examine her. Her liver is larger than normal; her heart smaller than normal. They took some blood, hydrated her, and sent her home. She was OK over the weekend, but Sunday night brought more vomitrotious fun. So I called the vet and asked what could be done. They decided that they had enough of her blood sample left to do another test, and I came in to pick up some antibiotics and anti-vomit medication. The next day she stopped puking. Two days later and she's strong enough to growl at me when I pick her up to give her her medication. Three days later and she's back to pawing my face with her claws in my sleep. Whatever was wrong seems to be at bay for the moment.

I'm not even going to mention the derby drama going on. It's just too stupid. At least the husband had a good if low-key birthday yesterday.

Headless Chickens...

I feel very scatter-brained this week, so here's a silly doodle for you to gaze upon.

O. G.

Last night one of my Fight Crew girls had a 40th birthday party for her husband. Since the Big 4-0 was involved, the theme for the party was gangsta-oriented...dress like a gangsta, bring 40's of Old English, and a bottle or two of Night Train. Being LA, most who attended went for the Mexican cholo/chola look. The music was fun...when the husband and I first arrived rap was heard, but as the night went on everything from the Circle Jerks to Neil Diamond was playing. Dang. We should've insisted on them playing the mix CD we brought after all...everything from the Datsuns to Deep Purple to Rosemary Clooney. Oh yeah, I'm a mix-master!

Below is a photo of me and Markie D Sod sporting our chola looks. People thought I actually shaved off my eyebrows for this. Ha!

Winter is ugly

California can be an overcrowded place, but it's better than living in an area where this could happen.

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More paperwork fun with the insurance companies. Yee-haw. Here's an unrelated doodle:

Funny Father

My dad had to mail me a check for the new car over the weekend, and inside the envelope I found this:

I had to admit, I laughed.

Stuff

It seems I've spent the day doing minutae that isn't very interesting, so here's a couple of doodles of nekkid women. People like looking at nekkid women, no matter what gender or sexual orientation said people are.

I Went and Dood It.

You're now reading the blog of a so-far happy PT Cruiser - Touring Edition owner.

The car looks almost exactly like the photo I posted in a previous entry, except with different hubcaps. It has a 6-CD stereo, manual transmission, a display that tells me what direction I'm going in, what the temperature is outside, and how many miles I have left before I run out of gas. The seats fold all the way down so that I can carry buttloads of stuff. The engine is tiny! yet has a decent amount of torque to keep me calm. The footroom and headroom is beautious, and I have power mirrors ready to reveal where I've been at a second's notice.

The husband has been going ape looking for PT Cruiser accessories. He wants to put runningboards on the damn thing.

In other news, I got a voicemail from the chick-who-hit-me's insurance company. They say that there's a "question about coverage", hinting that they won't cover the damage done to my dearly departed car. I do believe I have uninsured motorist insurance, but I'm going to have to double-check tomorrow. Ugh.

Shopping

In a weird, rare blend of wanting a cool-looking car and practicality, I'm looking at getting one of these babies:
Yes, a PT Cruiser. There's some that even have a manual transmission. Oh yeah!

Shopping commences this afternoon.

Total Loss

Just got a call from my insurance company.

My poor car is going to be put out of its misery.

I liked that car. I really did. Overall it served me well. It carried my Big Lebowski and Derby Doll bumper stickers well. The spiffy antenna ball looked good on it, too.

Goodbye, dear peesachit car. I'm gonna miss you.

Saturday night the husband and I got out of the house and checked out a small, cozy, yet dirty SRL show in Chinatown. Basically it's a group of people from the Bay Area who build machines that involves fire and noise and destroys their own stuff. It was cool! They did a mini-presentation in a parking lot that was adjacent to the art gallery that they were having a show at. Usually they start the fun about 2 hours later than the stated start time. Punctuality is optional when you're setting stuff on fire, apparently. But they were almost on time, especially since they did this particular show without any sort of permit or notification to LAPD or LAFD. Their instructions to the audience included, "If the cops show up, distract them!"

This is a picture of a pulse-jet hovercraft that they blasted the audience with. It would've been fun if the damn thing wasn't kicking up a LOT of dirt that was in the parking lot.Ear and eye protection is almost mandatory. I forgot eye protection and was miserable.

They also doused a bunch of little fabric dolls in water and threw them out into the audience. I don't know what that was supposed to signify, but I was able to grab one.

After the show we went to Little Tokyo and had a great dinner. I never thought I'd enjoy something called, "Spicy Tuna Tower", but I did.

So far...

...in the past 24 hours, nothing horrible has happened to me.













HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




Edit: this was just an excuse to post the kitty photo. I think it's hilarious. And I got into a verbal arguement with the redneck neighbor. Jeezus, I'm not getting a break.

Dude, Where's My Car?

It's moping in a yard in Chatsworth right now. Poor thing!

In a Mood

The below is a doodle I've posted before, but it suits my very very bad mood right now.



A word of advice...

When someone is in a car accident, don't yell at them about contacting the other driver's insurance company until their own insurance company at least gets a look at the damn car.
The person who was in the accident is enough of a basket case as it is already. Don't add to their stress.

Thank you.

The Fun Just Keeps on Comin'...

I hate whiners. I feel like I'm beginning to sound like a whiner, but here I am, about to whine. You know what? Right now I don't care if I sound like a whiner. So there.

The Derby Dolls refer to people who have a streak of bad luck as paying a visit to Misfortune Mountain. The name comes from a Fantasy Island board game, I believe. Well, the way my luck has been going, I'm now the newest inhabitant of Misfortune Mountain. Here's why.

Tonight I was on my way to a derby-related meeting. I was going in the wrong direction past where I needed to be, so I decided to turn around and go back from whence I came. I put on my turn signal, get into the turn lane, come almost to a complete stop in the intersection to wait for traffic, and BOOM! I get hit. What the...?! I think to myself. I seem OK, but the car isn't. I manage to pull forward out of the intersection into the center divider of the street I was on. The car that hit me is also in the center divider. I call 911 immediately to get a police car out to take a report. Even without getting out of the car, I knew my car was wounded, because when I pulled forward, it wouldn't drive well. Crap!

After getting off the phone, I gather my wits and license and go exchange information with the girl who hit me. That goes uneventfully, and after about 20 minutes a police car shows up. It takes another 20 minutes for the cops to ascertain that no one needs an ambulance and to assess the damage to both cars. They have to push my car from behind to get it out of the center divider and to the side of the road. More talking, and a report is taken. One of the cops didn't think the stories added up, but oh well. Finally, my car gets towed and I'm able to snag a ride from a fellow Derby Doll to practice. I'm shaken and a little stirred.

I'll get the dubious fun of dealing with my insurance company tomorrow. Oh joy. The car might get totalled, as it's almost 12 years old and isn't worth a helluva lot of money. The husband is already car-shopping for me.

I'm going to go curl up in a ball and whimper now.

Annoyed

When I look at my blog on my Avant web browser, I have to scroll down to see the entries. I know it's not just me, as several people have mentioned it. However, when one looks at my blog with Mozilla Firefox, it all looks good.

So if you can't see the entries without scrolling down, then switch to Mozilla Firefox, 'cos I'm no html whiz and can't figure out how to fix my stoopid blog.

Argh

My surgery to get Lulabelle removed is set for Feb. 16. The only other date I could get was Jan. 26, but nooooooooooooo, there's a big ol' derby meeting that I have to attend, or my team gets screwed. I hate it when crap like that happens.

I'm not feeling inspirational, so here's an ugly doodle:

**whimper**

It's cold. Damn cold. Well, cold for LA, at least. And windy. I hate wind more than anything weather-wise.

I'm nursing a hangover that occured when the husband and I managed to meet up with a couple of the TXRD girls who were in town doing additional publicity stuff for the Rollergirls show. We ended up being slightly obnoxious in the hotel lobby with Cha Cha, Witchbaby, Muerta, and Lux. Chola was supposed to be there too, but she managed to over-indulge earlier in the evening and was passed out by the time we got a hold of Cha Cha and met up with the crew. The original plan had been for a few of the Derby Dolls to meet up with the TXRD girls and go to a bar or two. That of course fell through, so Tawdry Tempest was the only other LADD representative for the evening. Oh yeah, and Skateomasochist from the Bay Area was having fun looking eye-to-eye with Witchbaby(both of them are over six feet tall). The bartender and other bar patrons were thoroughly harassed, but I think the bartender liked the abuse.

A lot of strange conversation was going on, as was things like everyone(guys and girls)gathering in the bathroom at one point, as well as Witchbaby flashing the bar. Ah yes, good times. We went to another bar just before last call and got a round, then headed back to the hotel for more abuse-giving at the hotel bar(which was thankfully closed). By 3am the husband indicated that it was time to go, so we went. I shudder to think what could've happened after we left.

I have to get off my tuchus and do more art. Something better than this:

Latest on Lulabelle

Just got a call from Dr. W about Lulabelle.

Luckily, Lulabelle's a benign tumor. However, she needs to come out, as she won't leave on her own accord. So on Tuesday I get to schedule the surgery for her removal. I get to look forward to an overnight stay in the horspital, a week to ten days off from strenuous exercise, and a cool new scar to impress the chicks with. Uh, damn, I'm heterosexual.

I'm kinda breathing a sigh of relief.