Sometimes Internet Bumper Stickers has a new sticker that I just cannot figure out. Most of the time, it doesn’t faze me, but this one really got me thinking:

Uh, actually, I’m not veal — as I’m a different species, not to mention a few years past typical veal age. If you are what you eat, I’d like to be veal — it’s tender, juicy, and delicious! (Hmmm, perhaps in the context of those adjectives, I could at least imitate veal?)

I know that liking veal isn’t politically correct. The president of PETA (not People for Eating Tasty Animals, which I belong to, but that other PETA) is against veal, but then again, the guy is also for bestiality, so clearly his priorities are just plain fuq’ed up.

Luckily Internet Bumper Stickers has another sticker that neatly sums up my views:

And speaking of bestiality, my Onion Horoscope this week was uncannily Sick & Wrong…just like usual. (Also like usual, Pisces got shafted for a decent horoscope. Poor Karel, someone at the Onion doesn’t like Pisces people. Luckily for Geoffrey, however, the Libra horoscope is hilarious this week.)

I had to ban the cats from the bedroom that I’m repainting, after I found kitty footprints on the freshly-painted wall just under the windowsill. I knew it was Zadya, since of the two cats, she’s the laziest, and most likely to inch down the wall before jumping down from a windowsill. Geoffrey checked her paws after I mentioned this to him, and sure enough, she had paint on them. STUPID cat.

But I got my revenge. Robert is dog-sitting an akita for someone, and he brought the dog (which is large) to my back patio while we were out having a smoke. As soon as they saw (and smelled, probably) the dog on the other side of the screen door, both of the cats went absolutely apeshit! Zadya was fairly calm about it, just slinking along the floor nervously while keeping her entire attention on the dog, but Hasani went completely nuts. I’ve never seen him puff up his fur that much! Robert called him “Halloween cat” because he looked just like those arching black cat decorations you see around Halloween time. There was hissing and growling and spitting, oh my. I laughed my fool head off.

At least the first coat of paint is all finished, and I’m hoping against hope that the walls won’t require a second. Painting is only fun for the first several hours; after that, it gets tedious and aggravating.

This afternoon, I went to the grocery store for a few things we were running low on. I also bought a watering can for my balcony garden, and Anxiety decided it should be her new hat. (I’ll provide a piccy so everyone can point & laugh, just as soon as my gallery lets me upload stuff again. It’s being testy.)

I want to spend the rest of the day being a lazy slug and drinking coffee.

UPDATE: Here’s the snapshot of my darling offspring wearing a watering can. (We used to call her Bucket-Head as a baby, for probably obvious reasons.)

This morning, Anxiety’s friend Sierra stopped by to accompany her to school. Sierra is the reason Anxiety goes to Happy Hippie School — they’ve been friends since third grade, and when Anxiety found out Sierra was applying to the school, she insisted I had to apply to send her there, too. For a few years they were practically inseparable; on weekends & school vacations, the pair of them were always having sleepovers at one anothers’ homes. Their friendship has always been a bit tumultuous, and so I wasn’t entirely surprised when their friendship seemed to dwindle once they were in middle school. These things happen; I recall that the handful of friends I had in 4th & 5th grade had pretty much abandoned me for newer friends by 7th grade. But I was glad to see Sierra this morning, because Anxiety is usually happier when they’re on good terms, despite the bickering.

The funny thing was when Anxiety said, in reference to me, “That’s my mom.” Sierra rolled her eyes at the obviousness of that comment, since she’s known me for 4 years, and said, “Yeah, I know — she’s like my half-mom!” (Sierra & Anxiety had bonded in the past over — among other things — the fact that they each had half-siblings but no full-blood siblings.) I thought that was incredibly sweet, and damned amusing. I’m someone’s “half-mom.” *laugh*

Yesterday, I got the pink bedroom taped and prepped for painting, then painted all the edgework that needed doing. I also painted over the dark pink stencilled decorations, hoping that those are the only sections that will need a second coat. Once I get some more coffee into me, I’ll finish the rest of the painting, and decide whether the entire room will need a second coat.

The cats kept me company while I was painting yesterday, and I’m sure they will again today; since we moved into this place, they haven’t been allowed in the kids’ rooms, so of course they’re extra-curious about those rooms! The only furniture in the pink room currently is a twin bed and a dresser, which I’d scooted to the center of the room and covered with an old sheet as a dropcloth. The cats divided their time between the bed (under the dropcloth, the weirdos!) and the windowsill, and both were fascinated by the fact that Mommy spent a lot of time staring at the walls and applying stinky stuff to the walls. They always get a bit weirded out when their people do things that are out of the ordinary.

The edging required a lot of bending, climbing up & down a stepladder, and balancing a paint tray all the while. I wound up a bit more achy than I’d expected, even considering my tumble down the stairs from the day before. Most of my evening was spent crocheting while watching (gasp!) network TV — but only because Supernanny and CSI:Miami were on. (I’m normally not all that interested in either CSI: Miami or CSI:NY, but the secret crack of cable TV only had shows I’d already seen.) I went to bed hours earlier than usual, and somehow woke up this morning at 7:30 without an alarm.

So that’s the trick to getting back on a normal sleep schedule: fall down the stairs and then spend the next day painting a room. Or maybe that was just the way it worked out for me.

Yesterday afternoon, I finally embarked upon the planned re-organization of my upstairs (which has been in the works for several weeks, but naturally something always came up). When Angst moved to her Auntie Lyse’s, Anxiety did what younger siblings have done since time immemorial when the elder sibling has moved out — she moved into her big sister’s room. (I’m sure there were cave children who fought over a ledge once the big brother or sister who’d previously slept there moved out from Mom & Dad’s cave to their own cave.) Despite a recent — and alarming (at least to me) — partiality to the color pink, Anxiety was glad to move out of her original bedroom …which, quite honestly, looks like either the interior decorator for Barbie’s Dream House went insane, or a keg of Pepto Bismol exploded inside the room.

The grand plan was that Anxiety & I would move all of the things she’s keeping out of her old room and into the new room, and then I could move all my sewing notions upstairs — which would make more room downstairs for the aquisition of more (desperately-needed) bookshelves! And there’s a lot of sewing notions to be moved; I definitely have a small bedroom’s worth (which works nicely, as I’m moving it all into a small bedroom).

In the process of moving stuff from one room to another, a fair amount of discarded things were bagged and ready to be taken downstairs for disposal. I’d already taken a box of clothes earmarked for Goodwill, and decided to save myself some exercise by simply tossing soft items down the stairs instead of hiking down & then back up again …like a couple of large pillows. Of course, when I actually went downstairs again (carrying a large & ungainly trash bag), this meant my passage was blocked by the pillows, which were sitting on the bottom few steps. If I’d been smart (s-m-r-t, that spells smart!), I would have kicked the pillows ahead of me to clear my way. But noooooo. I had to make things difficult and step over the pillows, aiming for the next step down.

I missed.

And now for something completely TMI…

I was doing my usual shop-stocking on Neopets, and came across a plug against Blumaroo Steak. The silly git who created this actually says, “it’s cruel!” Another silly git has a whole slew of banners, including one that says, “Boycott Blumaroo Steaks. Save a life.”

Hey, what about those people who own predatory Neopets, like me? My Neopets are a Lupe and an Eyrie (a wolf and a gryphon) — clearly not vegetarian critters! I can’t feed them on nothing but omelettes and slushies. *giggle*

I also love the Neopets description that goes along with the Blumaroo Steak: “What goes bounce…bounce…whirr… splat?” Ha ha ha!

But seriously. I find this supposed “cruelty” to be utterly hilarious — Blumaroos are not real. They are imaginary. It’s like drawing a picture of the Boogeyman’s decapitated head and objecting to it on the basis of cruelty, or claiming a life was lost because of the drawing.

Some people couldn’t get a clue if they were a clue, in a field of clues, drenched in clue-musk, during clue-mating season. Here’s what I have to say about that:

I have a nice stock of Blumaroo Steaks in my shop now. *smirk*

So I was looking at Internet Bumper Stickers and saw a couple of stickers (one of which I’ll actually use), and since I hadn’t heard anything about the issue, I went to Google it. Here’s a couple of the links to the sites which popped up:

Answer LA
CNN

Haven’t people figured out that one-day (or otherwise short-term) boycotts don’t work?! Jeez, people, it’s not rocket science that the number of businesses who will be economically affected by a short-term boycott is exactly zero, and that whether you like it or not, money is the only thing that actually makes a difference in the business world — and usually the political world, too!

Remember the old saying, “Money talks & bullshit walks.” Astonishingly enough, it’s true.

I don’t shop at Wal-Mart because of their anti-reproductive rights stance, I do shop at Target because they deliberately try to avoid ramming Christianity down the throats of their customers, and I don’t donate to the United Way because of their anti-homosexuality stance. But I don’t think for one freaking second that my monetary choices are going to affect any particular company — I just do these things because I try not to be a hypocrite.

As for my opinion on immigration rights? I have relatives and friends who were immigrants. But the people I know who emigrated from their countries of origin to make a new life in the United States did it legally. And I don’t see why every immigrant can’t do the same. If my stepmother’s parents, who fled communist China (possibly in peril of their lives), could enter this country and become citizens legally, then all the illegal aliens in this country could do it too. It looks like those who’d rather break immigration laws, before or after the fact, are just lazy and have the attitude that the rules shouldn’t apply to them. But I don’t think they should be entitled to a damned thing that so many others have worked their asses off to earn.

The paint brush sold! It’s so nice to finally have a Neopets bank account with 7 figures…saving towards one of the Jhudora items in the Hidden Tower, mwa ha ha! (And then my bank account will be down to zero again, sigh.)

Very early Thursday morning, the landlord called. Geoffrey & I were asleep, and so when the landlord realized Geoffrey had been asleep when he answered, the landlord just asked that Geoffrey phone him after he woke up. Of course, Geoffrey forgot since he was mostly asleep, and the landlord never bothered to get ahold of us until today. It turned out that one of the other townhouses, of some neighbors we don’t actually know, had lost their power Thursday morning and when they called the electric company, they were told everything was fine. The landlord was calling because the circuit breaker box for the whole building is in our garage, and so of course entry was needed to flip the breaker for the neighbor’s townhouse.

Let’s see, the landlord didn’t bother letting us know he needed access to our garage for over 48 hours after a tenant needed their circuit breaker flipped. Didn’t bother to call sooner than that, or tell Geoffrey during the first call that this was an urgent matter? Uhm, WHAT?! What kind of fuq’ing idiot landlord doesn’t put this as a top priority?!!! I’m so tempted to tell all the neighbors (except maybe the asshats on the very end, who continually park in front of my garage so I have problems accessing it) to come talk to us if they need the breaker switch flipped. I just may have to do that, if this is typical of what sort of priorities the landlord has.

Other than that, it’s been a pretty quiet weekend…mainly because I slept most of Saturday away. I may be coming down with something, as that’s extraordinarily unusual for me. The cats, however, apparently loved it. Geoffrey said that every time he peeked in on me, both cats were snuggled in as much as they could, with Zadya at (or occasionally on) my head and Hasani at my feet. Hasani has been dubbed with the nickname of “Lap Fungus” due to all the time he spends sitting on me; I swear, if I’m not entirely vertical, this cat wants to be on me! It’s especially amusing when I’m typing and he rests his head on one of my wrists — purring all the while!

Most of the time, Neopets is just a fun way to de-stress. It also enables me to have a huge cyber collection of purple stuff, which makes me smile.

Tonight, however, as I was doing my best to stay awake until it’s time to pick up Geoffrey, I won a big prize at the Fruit Machine! I nearly fell off my chair when I saw that I won 15,000 NP and a paint brush! It isn’t going into my purple gallery because it now costs so much to enlarge my gallery that I’m not adding new items unless they’re at least 50% purple.

So if anyone’s interested, I’ve currently got it listed at the Trading Post for 115,000 NP or an unbuyable purple item worth over 100,000 NP. If one of my friends wants it, I’ll give a bit of a discount, but as far as I can tell, I’ve already got it priced fairly low.

So I was talking with a pal of mine, and the discussion turned to a sticky relationship situation. For purposes of this post (to protect her & her boyfriend’s privacy), I’ll call her Stacy and him Bud.

Stacy and her new boyfriend have a long-distance relationship; he’s away at college. His ex-girlfriend (who, in real life, has the same name as Stacy’s real name, but for the purposes of this post I’ll call her Maude) also goes to the college that he attends. Stacy reports that Maude appears to still be carrying a torch for Bud, considering that she calls him repeatedly, pesters him on Instant Messenger when he won’t answer his phone, walks into his dorm room without bothering to knock, and a few other unacceptable behaviors for an ex-girlfriend to have. Maude even tracked down Stacy on MySpace and sent her a message demanding to know what kind of relationship Stacy & Bud have.

The only correct answer to an inquiry such as that is, of course, “None of your business.”

And now for something completely TMI…

I’m back here, having had an entertaining time while on LJ, but glad to be using that account mainly for commenting on other LJs. My Number One Internet Fanboy kicks major geek-fu ass! Now for the weekend update…

And now for something completely TMI…