Of Great Inconsequence

I just came across this article: Syrian Lesbian Blogger is Revealed Conclusively to be a Married Man. I mentioned the alleged kidnapping of the blogger in my latest techniColor post, and I felt it would be remiss to not follow up with this news. If this article is to be believed, whatever his intentions were, I don't know how the author could have been so irresponsible.

Moving on, InterWebs, you have no idea how many times I begin curating a techniColor post [is it pretentious to say curating?], and I have to stop myself from including pictures I want to ridicule. I know, you're thinking, but bRob, you're always so sweet, how could you? I hate to shatter the illusion, but I have been actively fighting this urge to share a picture with you and say "oh, how ridiculous", or "that looks disgusting" or "for real? Why?" Also - I'm currently becoming embittered by the misuse of typography to make dumb and trite quotes look significant.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyways, I honestly try to remember that it is neither classy nor considerate to rip other peoples' work apart, and so I'll be kind and keep my superfluous negative comments to myself.

Except for this one:

marie claire maison

Apartment Therapy published an article on sloped ceilings, and I'm a huge fan of sloped ceilings. But this room terrifies me. Why would you ever decorate with disembodied heads...? I actually had a lot more to say about this room, but I decided to stop before I get in trouble.

Whew. That's out of my system. We'll go back to my sweet and kind facade.

I had to take my cat to the vet today. She stays at home with my parents when I'm away being a big girl engineer, and apparently she's seventeen years old, which is actually past the normal life expectancy of a cat. It broke my heart, a little bit, to see how much slower she has gotten, and when I found out her nails had been hurting her because they'd grown into her pads, I began to cry [which, if you recall, is not something I like to do].

I may be one of those people who makes milestones out of things that don't really deserve to be considered milestones, but this felt like a big kid moment for me. Having to make decisions about paying for certain things for an animal that's nearing the end (blood tests), trying to weigh the benefits of taking her back to school with me, which could further stress her heart, being gentle around a frail and tired creature...what began as a simple nail-clipping turned into this really difficult ordeal.

On an unrelated note, here are some pictures from taking the smelly dog beast out for a walk. None of them are that interesting, but I figured I'd dump them here for your...viewing pleasure?

ugly dog

no cows in the meadow =(
(original pic)

(edited pic)
playing around with saturation, temperature, and exposure

railroad

I find it endlessly amusing that if you walk three minutes outside of my neighborhood and take pictures from a certain angle, you might think I live in a rural country area. I don't, not at all. I, or my parents, rather, live in soccer mommyville.

Also, my sister wanted me to take this picture too:

sunsets

I hope your Monday wasn't incredibly Mondayish.

-bRob

This is a fluke.

There's nothing pressing about which I needed to post [see that preposition placement? ftw.] I'm partially posting because I just want a new post without wonky html. Stupid thingie. I knew html at one point...sort of.

I actually really should go to bed, like, 2 hours ago. I need to get up waaaay early in order to: Sign my lease, move half of my junk in, go get my eyes checked out, get a new pair of glasses, drive back home, and pick out a perfume [...these burdens i bear]. I'm really excited about the glasses - I have broken more pairs than you have ever even seen in your life. I broke my recent pair in a bar fight. OR they fell off my face while I was "watching" a DVR'd episode of 30 Rock [ie I fell asleep on the couch] and then my laptop fell on top of them. {If I were to insert a song segment into this monologue, it would have to be Mike Posner's You Think You're Cooler than Me}.

The REAL reason I'm still up, dear InterWebs, is because my silly cat has decided she needs attention. She's a downstairs cat and I'm an upstairs sleeper, and she whined and whined to be let upstairs. But her kitty litter is downstairs...so I have to indulge her for a little while and then take her back downstairs so I don't face her sweet little surprises am Morgen.
She's really bossy - she climbed to the back of the couch and hits my head whenever I'm not paying her enough attention. Please gurrrl, there is only room for ONE diva in this house. And I think my little sister's got dibs.

I don't actually have a picture of my cat, Dorothy,
so I figured a pikcha of my rats would suffice. Not really, you say? Tough nougats. I have to be up [again] in a few hours for the drive to my new apartment, and i am not entertaining a cat photo shoot at this hour. On the left/underneath we have my sweet little [...if little means fat] rat Mariella. On top of her is McFly [After Sir Martie]. Mariella is clever and nosy, but not very adventurous. She does not like to be held and is very squirmy and clumsy, probably because she's so fat. McFly is extremely timid and is the best cage/playpen escape-r ever. He also bites sometimes. I have a scar on my chin to prove it.

My family has a dog named Toby (<<<), too, in case you were wondering. I don't really care for him, and he doesn't really care for me. I've tried playing nicely, but he poops a lot and grosses me out. The sad thing is, I would, in general, consider myself a [lazy] dog person before I would consider myself a cat person.


Yet here I am, at 1 am, depriving myself of sleep in order to entertain a cat.




I hope this isn't prophetic.

love,
bRob.