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ihavecake and I picked them up from the cat shelter on Friday afternoon. They are adorable and have settled in so quickly.
One of these cats is called LOLCAT (Lol for short
ihavecake and I picked them up from the cat shelter on Friday afternoon. They are adorable and have settled in so quickly.One of these cats is called LOLCAT (Lol for short
Last weekend was full of epic joy, epic fail and moderate success.
But first, a passing comment on Thursday. I went up to Oxford to see a new knitting pub social. If you're an Oxford crafty-type and not part of it then do check it out at http://www.ravelry.com/groups/headington-knitters
Last Friday I went out to the pub after work with a couple of colleagues. One of them was on call so left quite early, but the other two of us stayed out. I go to the pub quite often, but what's less rare is that I drank. A lot. (Well, a lot for me, anyway). I think it was the first alcohol I had since Whiby last October.
We had such a fabulous evening, and it was really good to spend a sizeable amount of time with someone. Not in a romantic sense, but that I think it's incredibly important to get on well with colleagues. I ended up coming out to him[1] -- but it was as a result of him asking (after a few drinks, I might add) "So what's your involvement with the LGBT community?". He said that he first got thinking a few weeks back when I pulled him up (albeit gently) on the word "transgendered" when a more preferred term is the shorter "transgender". We lamented about old jobs, and team building and it was really quite a fab evening. Shortly after 11 we wandered over to Leicester Square (since that would get us both home) and awaited the rollover of 1234567890 seconds since Jan 1st 1970. (It's a unix thing). It was at 23:31:30, in case you're wondering.
I was intending to head down to Westminster for a lecture on training bellringers on Saturday morning, and my alarm woke me at 7am but I was far too rough to head down. Ｉ decided to go back to sleep, and re-awoke at 11am.
Day time, though much later than planned,pinkoi, dj_jen and I went on a yarn acquisition in various London shops. (in the immortal words of pinkoi)"bi poly threesum in valentines day SEx shocker". We were intending to make it to 4 loop, stash yarns, socktopus and iknit) but spent too long at the first eneded up only making it to loop and socktopus.
Socktopus isn't open often on a Saturday (every other week, I think) but I did find some lovely silk. It cost more than I'd like to admit, butas I don't make a habit of buying esxpensive yarn and as it'll feel wonderful on my feet I don't mind.
On Sunday I went bellringing in Hampstead. 5 mins before the end I suddenly realised - I was meant to be leading the Edgware service ringing. Oops. Sunday afternoon was spent chezhughe winding yarn and making cats dizzy by having them chase laser pointers round in cicles.
Fun, fun, fun.
[1] I realised that I'd used entirely gender neutral language up to this point. That wasn't a conscious effort, but was just somerthing I noticed.
But first, a passing comment on Thursday. I went up to Oxford to see a new knitting pub social. If you're an Oxford crafty-type and not part of it then do check it out at http://www.ravelry.com/groups/headington-knitters
Last Friday I went out to the pub after work with a couple of colleagues. One of them was on call so left quite early, but the other two of us stayed out. I go to the pub quite often, but what's less rare is that I drank. A lot. (Well, a lot for me, anyway). I think it was the first alcohol I had since Whiby last October.
We had such a fabulous evening, and it was really good to spend a sizeable amount of time with someone. Not in a romantic sense, but that I think it's incredibly important to get on well with colleagues. I ended up coming out to him[1] -- but it was as a result of him asking (after a few drinks, I might add) "So what's your involvement with the LGBT community?". He said that he first got thinking a few weeks back when I pulled him up (albeit gently) on the word "transgendered" when a more preferred term is the shorter "transgender". We lamented about old jobs, and team building and it was really quite a fab evening. Shortly after 11 we wandered over to Leicester Square (since that would get us both home) and awaited the rollover of 1234567890 seconds since Jan 1st 1970. (It's a unix thing). It was at 23:31:30, in case you're wondering.
I was intending to head down to Westminster for a lecture on training bellringers on Saturday morning, and my alarm woke me at 7am but I was far too rough to head down. Ｉ decided to go back to sleep, and re-awoke at 11am.
Day time, though much later than planned,
pinkoi, dj_jen and I went on a yarn acquisition in various London shops. (in the immortal words of pinkoi)"bi poly threesum in valentines day SEx shocker". We were intending to make it to 4 loop, stash yarns, socktopus and iknit) but spent too long at the first eneded up only making it to loop and socktopus.Socktopus isn't open often on a Saturday (every other week, I think) but I did find some lovely silk. It cost more than I'd like to admit, but
On Sunday I went bellringing in Hampstead. 5 mins before the end I suddenly realised - I was meant to be leading the Edgware service ringing. Oops. Sunday afternoon was spent chez
hughe winding yarn and making cats dizzy by having them chase laser pointers round in cicles.Fun, fun, fun.
[1] I realised that I'd used entirely gender neutral language up to this point. That wasn't a conscious effort, but was just somerthing I noticed.
Killer kitty?
Jul. 26th, 2007 01:22 pmA cat has amazed medics - by predicting when nursing home patients are about to die.
Oscar curls up next to elderly residents in the last few hours of their lives, reports The Sun.
Rest of article at www.ananova.com
Oscar curls up next to elderly residents in the last few hours of their lives, reports The Sun.
Rest of article at www.ananova.com
Reposted from elsewhere.
Feb. 22nd, 2007 09:49 amsilkyraven and cyberpunkgrrl - you both expressed an interest in this.This pussy likes a good spanking.
Probably worksafe, if youtube vids are permitted.
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough
Nov. 25th, 2006 08:25 pmToday:
Today was the 100th anniversary (to the day) after the baptism of St John Betjeman, Poet Laureate from 1972. It was from his poem Slough whence the subject of this post comes. St Anne's in Highgate was one of his favourite churches, and to commemorate there was a special service with ringing afterwards.
Then I went to Archway Cat Shelter with one of the other rings who was a cat lover. I spent almost 2 hours there and provisionally picked a couple for the house. I let the people know there that it would be dependent on the move happening as planned (a post about that to come, probably tomorrow). As fate would have it, when I calledimmiscibility to tell her the news and of my choice, she mentioned she would have gone for those cats too, so *fingers crossed*
Tomorrow:
A few days agomrk told me about an exciting opportunity near my house-to-be. There's a nearby church with bells and a gorup of willing learners, but noone to teach them. They're looking for someone, and I've been volunteered (I don't mind this - it's something I'd actively like to do - see item 81 ). My reason for mentioning this is that tomorrow is the demonstration, just to maintain enthusiasm and let them know what it's all about.
bluehelen's housewarming, and if circumstances permit, to sort out the 'Net access there.
I just found a bug in either my journal style, or part of the public one - tags are not shown on the preview page. I shall hunt it down and squish it later; it's been far too long since I last poked the LiveJournal internals.</geek>
Today was the 100th anniversary (to the day) after the baptism of St John Betjeman, Poet Laureate from 1972. It was from his poem Slough whence the subject of this post comes. St Anne's in Highgate was one of his favourite churches, and to commemorate there was a special service with ringing afterwards.
Then I went to Archway Cat Shelter with one of the other rings who was a cat lover. I spent almost 2 hours there and provisionally picked a couple for the house. I let the people know there that it would be dependent on the move happening as planned (a post about that to come, probably tomorrow). As fate would have it, when I called
immiscibility to tell her the news and of my choice, she mentioned she would have gone for those cats too, so *fingers crossed*Tomorrow:
A few days ago
mrk told me about an exciting opportunity near my house-to-be. There's a nearby church with bells and a gorup of willing learners, but noone to teach them. They're looking for someone, and I've been volunteered (I don't mind this - it's something I'd actively like to do - see item 81 ). My reason for mentioning this is that tomorrow is the demonstration, just to maintain enthusiasm and let them know what it's all about.* * *
Off out now tobluehelen's housewarming, and if circumstances permit, to sort out the 'Net access there.I just found a bug in either my journal style, or part of the public one - tags are not shown on the preview page. I shall hunt it down and squish it later; it's been far too long since I last poked the LiveJournal internals.</geek>
I've done not a lot. I've been doing far too much recently, and the next few weekends will be manic too, including Whitby, Leicester and packing for the housemove. As such I'm keeping a couple of weekends free of not even going clubbing, just bimbling around and doing not a lot of consequence.
This morning was ringing and the head guy was away for family reasons. This means that I was in charge, and though we had a lot of visitors and it didn't go badly, it just didn't go how I'd hoped. Noone in the congregation noticed, so that's all that matters I guess.
Then I bimbled around Camden, got heavily rained on but didn't buy anything. I was going to go to the cat shelter in Archway yesterday didn't, and ended up going this afternoon instead. Spent a lovely couple of hours there trying not to fall in love with them all. There was one cat who was very badly mistreated ( details beneath ) It really makes me angry how some people can be so malitious. Still, he was content enough and even a little playful when I was giving him attention.
I picked up an application form to house one. Rar - can't wait for the housemove when I'll be able to be around cats again. Just 5 weeks to go now.
This morning was ringing and the head guy was away for family reasons. This means that I was in charge, and though we had a lot of visitors and it didn't go badly, it just didn't go how I'd hoped. Noone in the congregation noticed, so that's all that matters I guess.
Then I bimbled around Camden, got heavily rained on but didn't buy anything. I was going to go to the cat shelter in Archway yesterday didn't, and ended up going this afternoon instead. Spent a lovely couple of hours there trying not to fall in love with them all. There was one cat who was very badly mistreated ( details beneath ) It really makes me angry how some people can be so malitious. Still, he was content enough and even a little playful when I was giving him attention.
I picked up an application form to house one. Rar - can't wait for the housemove when I'll be able to be around cats again. Just 5 weeks to go now.
