a wolf angel is not a good angel

Sadly, Sam decided to eat his paws in a most uncute fashion while I was taking photos. Eva is a ghostly kitty and also she hates me, so she doesn’t stand still for photos by me.

So we have bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies!

Or maybe Tilda.

I’ve got a theory. We should get a new kitten.

Cause it clearly could get serious if we get spikes in our massive ears.

So I just watched the first episode of season 2 of This is Wonderland, the Canadian version of L&O, and — well, it’s really Canadian. It’s filmed in Toronto, but it’s also SET in Toronto. It’s got (some) unattractive actors. It’s got minorities. And the cases are about bad neighbours, a woman who hit her father-in-law-to-be just before her wedding and refuses to get out of her gown, some story I couldn’t follow, and a few others. Murder? Child porn? No. But the judge says eh a lot.

I can’t even explain how Canadian this is — or how funny. I am happy at new shows that I can laugh out loud to, and not in the “this stinks so bad” way.

Also: the CBC has weird rules about what words can’t be said on air (fuck) and what can (pretty much any ethnic slur).

I am probably guilty of doing this when I (rarely) say Saskatchewan.

But I didn’t know many people who didn’t have the “Mon as in monkey” script well-embedded when they complained about everyone outside of Montreal (& parts of Ottawa) pronouncing the name of the city wrong. Sure, they didn’t know what was wrong with the wrong and irritating pronunciation in technical terms, but . . .

I’m just glad to see other people mentioning this, though I like more irritation & bitterness, really.

(The [k(w)@bEk] issue is less divisive.)

So a friend of mine has been pushing me to start a blog. Suggested names — the whole bit. “You had a blog on vacation!”

And, yeah, I did. And, oh, I have one now, except I not just didn’t mention it, I straight up lied about it. I don’t particularly know why. I could — I guess — start another blog which I would send to friends. But the things I don’t talk about here are generally things I wouldn’t talk about elsewhere. And why double all the posts about signs in Westmount or food I have eaten? So I don’t start another blog. It’s not particularly hard to explain why I’m not starting a second blog. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for me to, but until some large segment of my friends blog, no. I will follow! Except I’m not really following, I’m pretending to follow through a place I’ve already been. Or something.

What it doesn’t explain is why I lied about having one. In part it’s because this friend is part of a community I feel not part of, and I don’t want to get linked — and things happen: “Don’t tell anyone” spirals out into everyone knowing. As I have mentioned, I am obsessive with my privacy. I want to choose who knows what and when. Strangers knowing this? I don’t care. Friends? Mostly they already do, if not the specifics then the generalities. Acquaintances, casual friends? No.

Thing I most hate in a webpage:

forcing links to open in new windows.

What I have done to get past this, which angers me every time I see it:

stopped reading every single site that does this.

Minor exception to this rule:

typepad/MT blogs, where the links to commenters’ sites open in a new window automirritatingly[1], but which I think is a big fuss to change for MT and possibly not possible in typepad.

[1] It’s like automagically, except it annoys the fuck out of me.

Just over a week ago, my sister got a new kitten. I kept intending[1] to mention him, but then I thought, oh, I’ll wait until I have photos, and I kept forgetting to unpack my camera, and it’s not like I take that many photos of *my* cats. I planned to post with a photo of him, but that’s not going to happen, and at this rate, all I would have done is a post saying “Sam and Matilda and Eva and Cocoa were playing . . . ” except never, because Eva and Matilda are much offended by this new thing in their house. Sam is alternately offended and enjoying his new little toy.

Anyways, I wasn’t depriving my loyal cat-photo-fanciers of anything, or at least they didn’t know I was, which is close enough for a blog.

So, we have a new kitten, and — oh, I am so lookist? cattist? whateverist — he is Not My Type. He has short fur. Short! And little feet. And his colouring reminds me of a cow, a bit. But he has adorably large ears, and he’s friendly and playful and he purrs a lot, so we forgive him (by we I mean I, since no one else seems to care, and his purring has not particularly endeared him to the other three). Also, he sleeps with my sister, and the entire point of this was to get a pet that was *hers*. So on that, he is a big success.

this is where a photo will go real soon now

[1] You will notice this word comes up a lot about things I don’t actually ever do.

My plan of ignoring things and hoping they will magically resolve themselves has been entirely successful.

Note the incredible dearth of I hate myself and everything in the world posts lately, despite having just gotten my period. Yes, you wouldn’t've predicted it because (a) it’s a little early and (b) I’m not suicidal.

Take a guess before you read on. (I continue to think my lightning-will-destroy-us-all is the most reasonable interpretation, despite being wrong.)

Frigid winter weather increases the demand on Hydro Westmount’s electrical grid, potentially leading to overloaded circuits and power interruptions. That is why Hydro Westmount asks customers to reduce electricity use each time the temperature dips below -18C, especially during these peak periods:

Every kW counts. Reduce your consumption in extreme weather.

Today I am getting my hair cut. Yes! After months of not wanting to, the irritatingly dry and broken ends have gotten to the point where I am idly cutting off split ends AT WORK.

So, haircut. Which is fine. I went to the library and got 73 zillion books (or 15) so I can read while we stick me under a dryer, and I trust my hairdresser (as per the saga I shared over at NK’s), and I’m only going to cut the barest minimum. Oh, normal people would call that a trim, but if I have less hair at the end, it’s a cut. Anyways, it’s probably a good inch and a half to cut. That’s a lot.

Also, yesterday was the coldest January 21 on record. -27.5. And we keep the window in the kitchenette at work open because otherwise the servers will overheat. It’s damn cold. Maybe I’ll go tubing at the fete des neiges next week.

There are all these signs in Westmount, with a little -18C and lightning bolts coming out of it. I haven’t figured out what it means. It’s so cold the air itself is a superconductor? When you pat your cats, you run the risk of electrocuting them from the massive amount of static electricity in the air? If it hits -18 exactly, there will be a thunderstorm that will destroy the island?