Yes, I may have a bit of a problem: I stole all of the tea mugs we bought for our neighbours and replaced them with slightly less cute and a little cheaper alternatives. The originally-bought were just so damn ... me!! 

      I need some cheer in my life. I'm coming down with something, though I think that's just one of my emotions-overload. By emotions I mean negative emotions, but not, like, horror. Just, a lot of them and none too upper-y. I was supposed to go to Florence, which fell through, thanks, Omicron lockdowns. I was supposed to go visit a friend with another friend joining, but what was planned as a cute afternoon with baked potatoes and yummy cake girl's eve in, minerals museum and shiny city lights, also cancelled. My sis got some unpleasant news regarding real estate, which I just know will snowball into an all-family nightmare when the time comes. Mum wants me to go to her shrink session tomorrow, but I really don't want that. Even her shitty driving appals me so (and she finds my fear funny, so there's that fark joke of our relationship) I will rather take the bus. But I just know I oughtn't to speak at those sessions. It really sucks not being able to trust someone you are supposed to care about. The other of my cats is somehow sick, and could be I ODed on instant Knorr soups. There is a LOT of salt in those and I drank far too many today, to get warm. 

  

       G  is going hunting for a few days. He deserves it. But I hate every moment of not being able to bother him with my shiny shit. The wisdom old as time: women need attention, guys just need some air. 

    On the plus side, the first cat seems to be doing great, restless and angry and eating, and I received some awesome stickers in the mail today, thank you Monika Mitcute!

Ex Machina movie ... cleaning lady?

From time to time I watch bits of Ex Machina - I've never seen the whole movie start to finish and there are parts I've never seen, it's just too uncomfortable. It's a great movie, love the messages, but there is one thing that's been bothering me from start to finish of every scene, every time I watch it. 

That dude lives alone ... In a house the size of a hospital. He turns iPhones into sexbots. Which are clumsy. He's a drunk and kinda dismissive. And yet ... the entirety of his home is beyond spotless. Like, clinical. Every window, every step, every table, every glass, every sink, every shower, every bed is spotless. So, who cleans the place? Because, trust me. There is no empty hotel in creation that would stay this clean after a week. Glass walls that would look that clean after a rainfall, yet alone relentless deposit of mist from a waterfall. And even if he has a horde of roombas, those don't clean shelves and tables. And he certainly didn't look like someone who would spend two days of the week with a mop and a bucket. 

Pavla Horakova: Theory of Strangeness

Gonna go hands down and say the best book of 2021 I've read was by this lady. And special kudos to the translator, because she nailed it. 

So now that I know what an osteosarcoma is, I have a three-legged cat.

 Did not know that. Ew.

Well, hopefully, it was localised to just that one leg. A three-legged cat is a thing. A two-legged cat is not a thing. 

Taking the cat to the vet tomorrow. G thinks it's a tumour, I think it's an infected dislocation, we bet oral sex on it. It costs way too much, way more than we can afford (it actually costs as much as G makes in a month), to fix a cat's broken leg, but we'll at least know what we're dealing with and if nothing else, amputating part of it is an option. (For me. G doesn't believe in amputations. Funny, since none of the farm cats at his parents have all the assigned limbs and neither did most of the cats I grew up with.) It's an old house-cat who hasn't been using that leg anyway. We've been giving her soft food and some old dog painkiller drips, but the vet said to please stop doing that, as her kidney may fail for it. Whoops. But at least she's been eating some, these past few days. Anyway, it's a mess. Hoping tomorrow is a good day.

LoL, by the way, there is an app I came across, where you try to focus on something for XY time, and if you succeed, a little cartoon tree grows. I set the timer to 15 minutes and then tried to a) read or b) play Pokemon, c) write a poem, d) chat online, e) cook something that isn't insta ramen, f) deal with customers, g) read some more ...

All of my trees withered. All of them. I was being honest. There is nothing I can do for 15 minutes. I can do THREE things simultaneously for 45, but just one? Nawh. My brain gets away from me like a beagle after a butterfly. Which reminds me ...

Mini weekend of low and gloom

The week so far has been too much work and too much tension and so when Professor's request to cat-sit for two days came out of the blue, I was, like, oh, gods, yes, please, I need to log out. And so, for the first time since... ever, I packed nought but the phone charger, extra socks and a toothbrush, and switched towns to ... not exist. The universe seems to appreciate this, as in the first hour I came upon a book I couldn't stop reading until I got home earlier: Pavla Horakova's Theory of Strangeness. What a revelation these new wave female authors of the eastern Europe pool are... Following my Olga, who came and conquered the literature world like a warm fragrant wind, here is another magnificent author. I even sent a DM to the translator for doing an exemplary job. I'm sure she gets it plenty, but I just needed to share my gratitude :))

Well, they made Bebop into live-action and I wish it didn't look stupid, but it does.

Not that I watched half of it, I just checked out what Vicious looks and acts like and, well... He doesn't look or act like Vicious. He acts like a 40-year old Joker frat boy with daddy issues (John plays the rich abusive father, how shocking.). Don't get me wrong, had I not known the original, I'd watch it twice just for the bad guy - good actor, remarkable face, great body, they didn't make him shave head to toe, points for that, but fuck was that terribly casting choice vis-a-vie the original... And Julia, a botox bimbo in a shitty wig is the head of the syndicate now ... like, what in the everloving fuck? That is supposed to be Gren?? Gren, the saddest character of the lot? Have those people even WATCHED the anime? Or did they just hear it's about cowboys in space who fight a lot? Did they not comprehend what those walking emotional corpses in a neon graveyard were about? That is one of the saddest anime out there, and I watched the fucking Grave of the Fireflies. But, hey, at least we get ten seconds of Ed in the last scene. If that young actor stays in the business, that scene alone is a heck of a jump-start. 

Not saying he doesn't have an interesting face, an awesome body and a cute dick, but that's a blonde Joker, not Vicious. 

Appreciate the fact Julia is dressed as part of the furniture, but pay attention to what a barren, shitty room the two have in the anime, and what a 19 million apartment they have in the show.