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This year really wasn't that bad. Bad stuff happened, but bad stuff happened before, and there were plenty of good things too.

I'm pretty worried about the next, though.

Older again!

Much like Livejournal...had to just go through and purge the pages upon pages upon pages of obvious porn spam.

So, I've since added slightly more writing.

I wrote Sinister for maybe the last Ladystuck or maybe the game will electrocute the fandom back into short-lived spasms of activity. Also, I should probably crosspost the rest of my non-pesterlog to FFN.

Watching Him Sleep on AOOOOOO and FFN features Pearl handling Rose being dead and a baby super great!

Pear and Pearl and Pearl on AOOOOOOOO and FFN is about Pearl hanging out with other pearls in the days of glorious revolution. Honestly, like 10% was just straight up disdain for how fandom always gives them color names to distinguish themselves instead of wallowing in how fucking creepy it is. Pearl isn't White Pearl. She's just a pearl, and if she breaks you get a new one and you call that Pearl and if that one breaks you get a new one and you call it Pearl and if somebody asks where Pearl is you shrug and you point at the one standing next to you because she's right there idiot why are you asking and I should write more fic.

Finally, Image of God updated on AO and FFN to introduce the third main side character. I've since written more so expect future updates sometime before the sun burns out.

Further comment on the year so far will come on Dec 31st 11:59 because I'm sure a cat can develop something new and expensive in that timeframe.

Also I really want a pug. It could play with the Bengal cat so he'd stop playing with the other cats who hate the concept of play and fun. He's super gentle and doesn't hurt much when he wrestles, it's just wrestle-tag is really, really boring and I'm sick of playing it and getting woken up at two AM because Zo-cat is screaming about how she's sick of playing it and it's too cold to just throw him out.

Weird mouse

There's a two frame glass door on the front of the house. When I came home last night I found a mouse sitting on the bar in the middle. Like any reasonable person, I immediately caught it. (It seemed strangely tired.) I stuck it in an empty breadcrumb container, gave it a cherry tomato for food and water, put plastic wrap over the top, and poked some holes in for air flow, planning to take it out tomorrow somewhere far away from the cats.

It starts jumping around a lot, which gets the hunter-cat interested, so I put it in another room and close the door. That seems sufficient to get her to forget it exists.

Later, when I'm trying to sleep, my cat is going crazy. She keeps coming in and meowing really loudly, which always means either "something's really wrong waaah" or "hey I killed a thing hey hey look I killed a thing" so I have to wake up and check every time. I finally fall asleep only to be woken up by "DEFINITELY KILLED A THING YES" from her. She drops a mouse on the floor. It seems dead but I'm pretty tired at this point and not really on the ball with finding a container. It suddenly gets up and skitters away, and the cat keeps catching it, dropping it, and losing it as it runs again. Finally it goes under my bed and my cat comes back out without it.

I sit up for a while longer waiting for the cat to make another attempt which she doesn't. She just rolls around purring like an idiot. Finally I start looking and I find it burrowed into a blanket I kicked off the bed. I get it into a container, find a tall plastic thing to transfer it into, put the plastic wrap on, and go to put it up with the other mouse.

Of course, it is the other mouse, the stupid little asshole having held onto the lip of the first container long enough to chew through the plastic and get out, so I have to go get a real lid and stab holes in that.

Anyway the mouse didn't escape that and didn't die over the night - it's in surprisingly good shape for a mouse that got caught so many times! On the other hand, that means the annoying stove mouse is still there, ready to be caught another night at whatever hour the cat knows is least convenient.

3/3 April fics complete!

2/2 Undertale passive-aggressings:

Silence Like a Cancer Grows


and 1 (1) additional pokemon ficage vaguely related to the general April theme:

Image of God (Ch1/hahahahahahahaha updating)

Decided to try making all-natural catfood

I think the stuff we're buying has too much weird fillers and crap. To the blender!
The stupid cat is currently sitting next to me, staring, because when I ate chicken some days ago, I gave him the cartilage.

With normal cats, the thought process goes:

Chicken smell -> go to -> i can has? ->yes!!!

Apparently with him:

person chewing -> MAGIC FOOD APPEARED????

It's like a dog, except dogs are there because they actually want the food, making him a double failure as a cat.

He also got hailed on for god knows how long because he just stands in front of the door silently waiting for it to open, as always. It's not like he has any problem making noise because he started wailing as soon as I looked out, he just grasp that you can use sound to communicate with things that aren't in your direct line of sight.

Happy April, everyone!

Ah, March, in like a lion, out like a lamb, just like they say! Now we're on to what looks like a gorgeous April, full of warm rain and sprouting plants. What wonderful weather!


It's really freaky how bright it is when it's snowing at night.

Also back to chugging away at Undertale.

Cat adventures

Almost killed the dumb cat. We learned that he doesn't seek shelter and he also doesn't make any noise to indicate he's right outside, he just stays there in the cold all night. Despite this we're still letting him out because he's still scared of litterboxes.

Some girls came by and were confused to see the smart cat in the window, because apparently they're trying to track down some strays someone else has been feeding.

"Oh, that can't be her," I said, "she hates people."

"It's a stray cat terrified of anyone getting near it," they said.

"Oh. In that case it's definitely my cat you've been feeding. Sorry about that."

And pudding cat continues to be a fat fat pudding cat. She moves with the majesty of a whale.



In which I remind everyone that you don't say your ipod has gone renegade if somebody else walks off with it.