Geysers of Old Faithful: Nostrils of Satan

I was literally shaking with laughter after reading this article. Honestly trying to make some witty comments about this just wouldn't be doing it justice, so I urge everyone to just go read it. Our Scientist/Apostle-in-Chief strikes again.

If that isn't enough to convince you, here's my favorite quote from the article: "In order to avoid offending religious fundamentalists, our National Park Service is under orders to suspend its belief in geology."

God bless America.

Transmitten' Kitten Under the Knife

My poor kitten had to get surgery this morning to remove a lump/bump/growth on his leg. We noticed a few weeks ago that he was fussing with his leg so much that he had licked off all the fur, leaving these very strange bald strips running down his leg. The vet didn't know what the lump/bump/growth was but he wanted to remove it anyway so we scheduled the surgery for this morning and dropped him off promptly at eight. I've been fidgeting around the apartment all morning putting away Christmakah stuff and corresponding with the endless glut of DC event managers for our wedding. But finally the vet called and said that *Captain Fuzzystuff was fine and that I could pick him up at four. Which is mercifully less than two hours away. I hate this apartment when the cat is gone - which happened only once before when he was held at the vet for... fluid samples. You don't want the details of that one.

Christmakah travels are finally over. We went to Naples for three days of golfing and spa-ing. Very rough. I accompanied my future Mother-in-Law (oh, god, that just dawned on me) and Sister-in-Law to the spa for a hot rock massage (I don't think that's what it's really called) which was awesome. At first it was a little weird because Florida is hot and the room was hot and the rocks were hot, but then I started to relax and enjoy myself. But I was fighting a sinus infection the whole trip so I spent most of the time lounging by the lake with a book. Three actually. I'm a fast reader when it's not 18th Century Brit Lit.

On the wedding front, still no space. Lots of appointments, lots of options, nothing set in stone. We found a great site that offers everything we want, but some rooms are not that pretty. We found a great site that is beautiful but there are tons of restrictions (no music after 10, no red wine, etc.). And of course there are the sites that offer everything but want $300 a person. So we're still looking.

I'm glad school is over for the semester and I retained my nerdy GPA despite the advanced Latin class that I considered dropping in September. Thankfully, I forgot almost all conjugations the minute I put my pencil away. I'm back on the 15th of Jan so that gives me more than two weeks to prepare for Beginning Drawing and Intro to Computers and the Internet. Family love college!

*Real name withheld to protect the innocent

Vizzini told me to go back to the beginning...

So in October I was swamped with school work. Blasted education. In November there was a holiday. No good excuse there, but I did eat some yummy food. Now it's December and I'm afraid that posts on this blog, if there is to be a resurrection, will focus solely on wedding angst because that's where my head is. But I'm willing to give it a shot anyway. Today I finished most of my online Christmas shopping but only so I could put off studying for final exams. Of which I have four - 18th Century British Literature, Shakespeare, Latin, and Film History (1900-1950). But they don't start until Monday so I can put most of that shit off until Sunday night, because hey, I can't fight my nature.

Good deeds. I sent my dad and stepmom a crappy present this year even though I picked out an awesome present but then waited too long to order it and now it is on backorder. So the plan is to order it after Christmas and keep it until their birthdays next summer. Which I will of course not remember to do. So to make up for this I decided to make a sandwich for the homeless man who lives on Washington Circle. But then I pulled out some cibatta bread and it has mold all over it. That shit does not even last a week. So now I can't make a sandwich for the homeless man and I sent my parents a crappy gift. I will have to find another way to make up some karma.

Explosions. There are some explosions going on outside right now. Maybe Rumsfeld couldn't make a graceful exit. CNN is reporting he's getting Full Pentagon Honors, which apparently include cannons and fife-playing. Good times. I hope no one gets accidentally tortured with electrical wires on their testicles. As commented to Absolute Zero, I wish Rumsfeld the best of luck with that war-crimes trial.

Alright. I think I've done my damnest to avoid studying, including posting to this blog that hasn't seen a visitor for almost three months. I guess I could shower or clean the house. Ohh! Non-denominational holiday cards! I have to write those puppies before tomorrow. Fan-fucking-tastic. And see? I was able to get through this whole post without mentioning reception sites at all. FUCKING RECEPTION SITES THAT COST $12,000!!!! Who has that kind of money for a GODDAMN EMPTY ROOM WITH UGLY CARPETING???!!! Look at the ring. Look at the ring. Calming thoughts. Tree pretty. Fire bad.

This blog resurrection brought to you by the future Mrs. Folk Metal. Happy Friday!