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verbicideThis! Love! Has! Taken! Its! Toll! On! Me!
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brabble. Now I can't stop listening to it or get it out of my mind, while you scamper off and abandon me for a week.
Also? Hobbes? Driving me crazy. Won't stop meowing. Is convinced I should feed him dinner twice. Why? Because he can meow incessantly. I'm going to bite him. But that only makes him madder and I get a mouth full of fur for my trouble. Oh, goody. He's taken to sitting irritatingly close to my mouse and fixing me with a malevolent look. Hah. This'll learn him. This shot makes his ass look huge. Best revenge, really.
Had a great night out with David from bookclub. Fahrenheit 9/11 was as reported--interesting but a little too heavy handed in its bias. We walked down to IHOP after for a late dinner/early breakfast and talked about the movie, politics, and how to know what we can't know. He brought up a book called "Don't Shoot The Dog," ostensibly about behavioral modifications for animals. He's not sure if the book is meant to be read philosophically, but has found a lot of insight in it. So I need to add that to my list, along with Stepford Wives which is the next bookclub book and I am determined to go this time, dammit.
It reminds me of a discussion Judy and I had a decade ago about some Doris Day (?) movie in which a mother schools her newlywed daughter on how to deal with her husband, through the use of a dog training manual. Scratching behind the ears and Scooby-snacks certainly worked on my ex-boyfriend, Yay sexism and gender stereotypes.
Hrm. Perhaps it's time to sleep now. Have another phone interview tomorrow and dinner with Judy & Co.
Dammit
brabble. Now I can't stop listening to it or get it out of my mind, while you scamper off and abandon me for a week. Also? Hobbes? Driving me crazy. Won't stop meowing. Is convinced I should feed him dinner twice. Why? Because he can meow incessantly. I'm going to bite him. But that only makes him madder and I get a mouth full of fur for my trouble. Oh, goody. He's taken to sitting irritatingly close to my mouse and fixing me with a malevolent look. Hah. This'll learn him. This shot makes his ass look huge. Best revenge, really.
Had a great night out with David from bookclub. Fahrenheit 9/11 was as reported--interesting but a little too heavy handed in its bias. We walked down to IHOP after for a late dinner/early breakfast and talked about the movie, politics, and how to know what we can't know. He brought up a book called "Don't Shoot The Dog," ostensibly about behavioral modifications for animals. He's not sure if the book is meant to be read philosophically, but has found a lot of insight in it. So I need to add that to my list, along with Stepford Wives which is the next bookclub book and I am determined to go this time, dammit.
It reminds me of a discussion Judy and I had a decade ago about some Doris Day (?) movie in which a mother schools her newlywed daughter on how to deal with her husband, through the use of a dog training manual. Scratching behind the ears and Scooby-snacks certainly worked on my ex-boyfriend, Yay sexism and gender stereotypes.
Hrm. Perhaps it's time to sleep now. Have another phone interview tomorrow and dinner with Judy & Co.
