Dept. of Poor Kitty

Sep. 22nd, 2017 05:49 pm
kaffyr: Kitty from "Kiki's Delivery Service" (kiki cat)
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Phil's Very Bad, No Good Day

Poor Phil. Our little black kitty, who we've been treating for the past couple of weeks for ear infections - and taking to the very nice vet twice in those past couple of weeks - has been, finally, diagnosed with an ear polyp. It's bleeding when it gets jostled, which is why one ear has been smelling nasty; old blood. Eurgh. It doesn't seem to hurt him too much, and it's not awfully itchy, as ear mites would be ...

... but he needs surgery. And the surgeon our vet recommended is 30 miles outside the city limits (in Buffalo Grove, oddly, where I spent 19 unpleasant months covering the community. In fact, when our vet handed BB the booklet, I thought "I'll bet this is somewhere way the fuck out, please let me be wrong," and of course I wasn't. Fucking Buffalo Grove.)  Since Phil goes unhappily nuts for the 10 minutes it takes us to drive to the regular vet, this promises to be extraordinarily stressful for him, and for us. Especially since he'll have to go out for a consult, and then back out for the actual surgery. 

It's going to cost, too, but to not do it would be wrong. There is also the possibility, we're told, that the polyp may have grown through the eardrum; and that may mean they can't remove the entire thing, and that it may grow back. Aaack. 

Poor guy, he's really so forgiving of us. He's already climbing back into my lap, and wanting to be petted. I love him, and I hate stressing him out.

In happier human news, I feel much better. And it's the weekend. So there's that. 

Dept. of This I Believe

Sep. 21st, 2017 07:47 pm
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You Know ...

Sitting in front of a screen, fighting codeine-generated nausea and an increasingly bleak mood, listening to Steely Dan warble about crossing one's old man back in Oregon, pleading with an unseen authority figure, "don't take me alive" ...

... is not necessarily a shining example of emotional hygiene. 

Perhaps it's time to go to bed. 

Yes, I know it's only 7:50 p.m. 

WHAT??!?!

Dept. of Pain

Sep. 17th, 2017 07:40 pm
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Okay, This Is New. And Awful

Pain. Pain. Pain.  )
kaffyr: The OT3 together, before PotW (Jack and Nine and Rose)
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Title: Hearts & Moons Recall the Truth
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr  
Chapter: 28
Previous Chapter: Chap. 27, here, on LJ, or Teaspoon
Characters: the Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Captain Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In which even villains think they're patriots, and we edge closer to a conclusion.
Edited by: the remarkable [personal profile] editrx , who helped me excise unnecessary verbiage and streamline the narrative - thanks! And by my beloved [livejournal.com profile] dr_whuh, without whom none of this would be possible. 
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators. I take no coin or credit, but do thank the BBC for letting me play in their sandbox. 

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Dept. of Woo-Hoo!

Sep. 12th, 2017 08:11 pm
kaffyr: The TARDIS says hello (Default)
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I Am Typing This Headline ...

... on my own, my very own, my beloved and darling, laptop PC. 

Dept. of Ear Worms

Sep. 10th, 2017 08:02 pm
kaffyr: Two elegant dancers (Dance)
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It Won't Let Go

I find myself still drenched in Steely Dan, with many of the band's songs in my head when I wake up. This one especially; it's the one that makes me want to dance, and the one whose words least remind me of Becker's and Fagen's intermittently irritating schoolboy cynicism. 


Dept. of Things Get Better

Sep. 9th, 2017 07:54 pm
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A Productive Saturday

After feeling uncomfortably down by the end of Friday night, and after worrying about having to clean up the storage basement so early Saturday morning, I found that it worked out quite nicely. I rolled out of bed, staggered to the grocery to buy some bagels, orange and grapefruit juice for whatever laboring condo owners were going to turn up to help clean, and discovered a nice little group of them ready to go. That was a relief, since one of my worries had been that no one would show up (I was supposed to put out a pre-cleanup notice by email and forgot; that, too, made me feel down.) I did discover that yesterday was one of the days where I couldn't drink grapefruit juice, which was a shame, since I love the stuff, but by the end of the cleanup, I felt a lot better than I had going to bed Friday night. 

My mood temporarily tanked when I came into the house and found that I'd forgotten to put the lid down on my work laptop; Phillip immediately got on it, and managed to turn on a function that I couldn't turn off, and which made working on the laptop progressively more difficult. I reached the point of screaming at the computer, because doing that prevented me from actually slamming the thing into the floor. I'm not kidding. When I get furious, physical action is something that often happens, and is often the stupidest thing I could do (i.e. tossing everything out of a dresser drawer when I can't find something I want, or physically hitting a piece of machinery that's acting up. It's a serious and dangerously immature habit of which I've never quite broken myself.) Hence the screaming, which damaged nothing except, possibly, my husband's sense of calm. 

All hail, therefore, to 
[personal profile] owlboy , for answering my plaintive cry for help; he correctly ID'd my problem, and led to the brightening of my world. (And since my own laptop is still in the shop, this is even more important.) I told him he deserved a sonnet, but I didn't have the mental wherewithal to write him one. I may yet do it, although I'm not sure whether that's a threat or a promise ....
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Help!

Calling all ships at sea, particularly those who know their way around a Mac. 

I foolishly left the cover of my Mac open while I did some chores; BB came back to find Phil sitting on the keyboard (because cat). He shoo'ed him off, but the damage had been done; I now have a visual panel, or pane, up that I can't get rid of because I don't know what it's called, and I don't know which keys were depressed in what manner by the ^&%$@ cat to make this function start. 

It appears to be a panel that tells me exactly what my cursor is doing and where it is. Unless I turn the sound off, I also get a mechanical voice saying the same thing that appears in the panel. And whatever I put my cursor on gets etched in black (that's in addition to the descriptive panel.)

It therefore appears to be something that would describe what the cursor is doing, while making that description easy to understand for either a visually or aurally impaired computer user. So you'd think there'd be something in the files under "accessibility" or "accessibility aids," but there isn't, or at least not that I can find out. 

I've checked my Mac help files under "description pane" and "description panel," under "text pane (and panel)"; under "cursor," "cursor description pane" and a lot of other descriptors I can think of. Nothing leads me to any help subject that I can understand. 

I made a screen capture of it, and will show it here, if I can actually get photo bucket or the Google image process to work. If anyone can help guide me to whatever I need to do to get rid of this thing, I'd be grateful. 

Welp: I can't get the fucking image uploaded anywhere in order to embed it in this post, so I can't show you the thing that I'm looking at on the screen, which means that you really don't have anything with which to identify the stupid pane I'm dealing with. But it's making use of this computer - the only one I have to deal with, and my work computer, if you'll remember - almost impossible. It won't let me scroll properly, so it's incredibly hard to edit anything. Perhaps this information can help, though: As I'm typing this, the pane is actually showing each individual key I'm typing, including typing out the word "space" when I hit the space bar.

Dept. of Weariness

Sep. 8th, 2017 10:59 pm
kaffyr: Animated rain falls on the bathhouse from Spirited Away (Bath house in the rain)
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Friday

BB and I went to see "Spiderman: Homecoming" tonight. If you can get to see it, do so. It's the best superhero movie I've seen since, well, "The Avengers," and I loved all the other MCU movies, so that's saying a lot. It's funny — I haven't laughed out loud in a theater for quite some time — and smart, and has a villain who's both villainous and perfectly understandable, with a work ethic and a sense of responsibility to his staff and family. I found myself cheering him on in a couple of instances, a little to my surprise. Michael Keaton does villainy right. Tom Holland as a 15-year-old Peter Parker is so good that I can forget that he looks more like a 17-year-old kid. Sure, that's only two years' difference, but it's a difference. And that may be the only thing I can find to nitpick about. 

I'm glad I went to the movie, but I'm still fighting the Black Dog. In my case, it's probably more of a Black Puppy, but he (or she, who can tell with these little demonettes?) keeps dashing out of the shadows and nipping at my emotional ankles. Fucking puppy.  

So perhaps it's time to go to bed. I have another working weekend; helping clean out the condo storage basement, something I completely forgot until this morning, and then one of two separate union meetings, neither of which I want to go to, on Sunday morning. 

Fucking puppy. 

Oh, I said that already. 

Down, boy. 





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