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You know what's pretty awesome? Whenever one of us comes home, one of the stray cats runs to greet us. We can't pet him or get near him, but whether we're coming home from work or shopping or whatever, he comes running when he hears the car.

We've been parking in front of the house for the past week due to a skunk incident, but once he realized what was going on, Mickey started to come greet us in front of the house. We finally parked the car in the garage today, and when he heard the garage door open, he came running. I think he's glad to have his routine back.

It's just a nice thing to come home to.

He's named Mickey because he's got enormous, white front feet that look like Mickey Mouse hands. He has at least six toes on one foot and probably seven on the other. Polydactyls are adorable. We have his litter mate in the house, and she looks like she has thumbs.

ETA: Speaking of animals greeting you when you come home, for one minute and fifty-seven seconds of tear-inducing happiness, watch as a soldier is welcomed home by his dogs.

Oh, this is torture.

One should never, ever check fakenews_fanfic while at work. Because one might see new fourverse fic that one can't read because one is at work.

Yet another reason this day cannot be over fast enough.

Unrelated: CONNECTICUT, YOU ROCK HARDCORE.

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Dear Rachel,

I love you, but the cutesy white contrast stitching on, like, every third article of clothing? It needs to go.

I'm not trying to de-butch you. I'm just trying to de-arts&crafts you. And make it so I don't have flashbacks to first grade when I'm trying to perv on you, because that's really inconvenient, you know?

-sarken

While I'm here, I have to say something about tonight's Colbert Report. ( Spoilerishy? ) So, yeah.

You have no idea how much I don't want to go to work in, um, six and a half hours. I don't have a book to read or anything. I do, however, have the entire store to dust. I hate dusting the store. I do that, and I get home, and I look at my room, and I'm like, "God damn, I have not dusted in six months. But I just dusted an entire store. Maybe later." I mean, vacuuming and laundry? Sure. Dusting? No. It's actually disgusting in here, and I keep just throwing things wherever to cover up the dust. Seriously, dust 1,000 little pill bottles someday and then tell me how much you want to come home and dust some more. The only reason my mother hasn't bitched at me for the state of my room is that she feels the same way about the rest of the house.

Rachel and Stephen don't have cutesy names for their tags. I sometimes call Rachel "Racquel," but that is so not going to be the name of my tag.

This just came up on my del.icio.us page. It's a little post about Voyager, and at one point it says: I could forget that it was some slick production company's seasonal work and actually think, "People like me made this. People with stories to tell, and the desire to tell them, and the heartbreaking inability, most of the time, to accomplish that telling."

Sounds about right, yes?

I think I'm getting sick. My nose has been running all day, which makes me unhappy. Tomorrow is one of those ten hour days, too, so unless I got to bed now, it's not likely that I'll be sleeping this off.

Biden and the Clintons are supposed to be coming here Sunday and having a rally, so odds are pretty good I'll have the fucking plague by then. I guess that's one way to get yourself plenty of breathing room in a crowd -- hack and sniffle and sneeze.

Actually, I'm operating on the assumption that I'll be going. They haven't announced a venue or anything yet, so it's not like there are tickets available. I figure that they'll make the announcement tomorrow. While I'm stuck at work for ten hours and therefore unable to go anywhere to pick up said tickets.

I think I'm going to crawl under the covers and watch TV.

ETA: When in doubt, call your local union hall. 3:15 Sunday, so...around 5:00.

Oh, TV Guide, course of endless amusement. This time, it's from a not-quite-article (more like a chart) of "TV's Political Hotheads."

Going from left to right, we have Keith Olbermann, Jon Stewart, Jack Cafferty, and Bill O'Reilly. And if you'd like to know what TV Guide cited, for each of these guys, I can tell you that, too.

• Keith: You remember when he said "All political gaffes will now have to be put into the appropriate historical context, either B.P. or A.P. -- Before Palin or After Palin?" Yep. Mild snark makes you a hothead. Whoops, was that sarcastic? God damn, guess I'm a hothead. (Seriously, of all the things they could have chosen...? I'm not wasting my time looking for video of this one.)
• Jon: Does it even matter? Oh, all right. At least this one is legit if you ignore the fact that he's a comedian and doing it mostly for the lulz. This was about the time he yelled at Congress for taking off for Rosh Hashanah in the middle of a financial crisis. In TV Guide's defense, he did use the f-word. (Did I say "f-word?" I mean "fuck.")
• Jack: Now, I don't like Cafferty much most of the time, largely because he is kind of a hothead, but they ragged on him for this -- rather calmly calling the Katie Couric-Sarah Palin interview "pathetic." Which it was.
• Bill: Oh, just watch the clip.

Personally, I think the list needs more Tweety.

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You'll have to excuse the tweets without times. For some reason, LoudTwitter skipped over all my debate tweets, so I had to go add them by hand.

Eighteen hours. Eighteen hours, and Internet Explorer HUNG as it was in the last thirty seconds of my upload.

DAMN YOU, BILL GATES.

Fine. Tomorrow, I will go buy a flash drive. Never mind the fact that I already have one that I never use (it's 256MB, so it's too small for this. Of course.).

Time to shower and put on the PJs and get ready for the debate. If you see my excitement somewhere, please return it to me.

Hmm, I wondered. Why is my Internet connection so slow?

Because, it turns out, that it is thirteen hours later and my other computer is still uploading that file. It's only seventy-two percent done, so that's about 700MB in thirteen hours. That's a rate of half a megabyte an hour.

There is a reason that Comcast mocks Verizon's slowness. Oh, DSL. You are only slightly better than dial-up.

If it keeps going at this rate, it'll be done just in time for tonight's pre-debate Countdown.

I don't like townhall debates. And I'm still mad at Brokaw. This should be fun.

When people say Sarah Palin is Xena, I want to ask them if they've ever actually watched Xena and, if so, whether they caught the lesbian subtext. I'm just sayin', I'd really like to know who I should be slashing her with. Someone at either ontd_political or metaquotes or something mentioned Rachel/Sarah Palin S&M smut and, to borrow an over-used phrase, I kinda threw up in my mouth.

I've made no progress on the question of how the rumors of Keith and Rachel's romantic relationship affect their actual romantic relationship. (Well, okay, it's not the rumors that have an effect so much as it's their reactions to the rumors.) I have, however, started to commit my 28th Amendment 'verse fic to...to hard drive? I have three versions of it on paper, but now I'm getting serious and writing one version on the computer.

Not that anyone cares, but I'm going through one of those phases where I am constantly hungry and in danger of eating everything in the house. And I'm going to go to bed now because it's either that or go downstairs and eat fake buffalo wings. (Morning Star Farms' meatless buffalo wing things are amazing. Seriously, I can't even tell you. Dammit. Now I really, really want to go make some.)

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Dear Windows machine,

Why do you make simple tasks near impossible? I wanted to burn a data DVD. That's it. I just wanted to move my 1GB file off the Windows Desktop and onto my Mac. Not hard.

But, you know, you think my DVD burner is a CD burner. And I had to go find free DVD burning software, since God forbid you actually come with any. But you come with programs about cooking! And encyclopedias! But you can't come with DVD burning software! No, that would make sense.

And then, after I downloaded and installed the software, you kept telling me that I needed to format the disc. So I formatted it. And then you told me I needed to format the disc. So I formatted it. And then you told me --

-- and I said, "Fuck this," and I am now uploading the file to MediaFire. Which is going to take nine hours. But waiting nine hours to upload, and then another two to download? Still decidedly less frustrating than trying to get you to perform a basic task like burning a DVD.

-Sarken

PS: And God forbid you have FireWire, because hooking up my external hard drive and simply copying it to there would have taken all of six seconds.

Because not everyone is on Twitter: Special Comment tonight!

That link goes to the dKos diary, which brings the lulz with some MIA Gs: But back to the point: there's that biblical passage the Governor's forgettin about readin, about how hockey moms who are livin in glass houses shouldn't a be throwin stones!

This is just what I needed after watching six minutes of BillO last night.

I should go setup my TV recording thing.

I am way too amused by all the people perving on Rachel in the comments to that diary. Poor Keith.

ETA: Sigh. Apparently I can only record in MPEG2 format. Nothing on this planet plays that format -- not even VLC will play it.

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Since cursed_hyphen uploaded the toss, this doesn't really matter, but it's still annoying me that my TV card is working today. Bah! (What do you mean you still haven't seen the toss? It's here.)

I guess this means that I can record future tosses, though. Note to self: adjust the recording settings later to a video format that other machines can actually play.

Totally unrelated, but it would appear that someone was selling drugs in front of my house last night. There are those little baggies all over my front yard and someone spray painted initials on our sidewalk. Goody, I can't wait to be ground zero in some drug dealers' turf war! Ugh. Just watch the stray bullets, okay, guys?

Death Valley Chipotle potato chips: yes, they are every bit as spicy as the name implies. So this is how it feels to breathe again. Wow. Crazy.

In other news, I am currently avoiding writing anything by instead having major angst over whether or not I want to do NaNoWriMo.