Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘furniture’

Pissed off.

Our male cat, Jack O. Katt, has some issues.  One thing that issues from his furry carcass is urine.

This is fine.  This is normal and good.  It’s a sign of a healthy cat.

Yet in an insecure and territorial male cat who sees an outdoor cat wander by his window in an admittedly cocky and disrespecting fashion – daily – tends to want to mark his own domain.

His domain is our domain since he is a house cat and the items that suffer are legion.  Just a few things:  Clothes, rugs, bookcases, walls, wicker trunks, and recently a framed and matted picture of Cruel Wife and her sisters, Crazy Sister and Driven Sister.

Naturally the last item prompted Cruel Wife to put up curtains in the bay window to restrict the incarcerated kitty from viewing unwelcome visitors.

I just told him “So, you lost your room with a view.  So sorry, but if you hadn’t pissed all over the house this might not have happened.  Look, you get three squares a day, a large house to nap in anywhere you like, you get a generous medical and benefits package and the retirement plan is to die for.  Is it so much to ask that you sit around and look pretty, purr every now and then, and not piss on the furnishings?”

He just stared at me.

Read Full Post »

Truth is, moving has always been hard on material goods.  I’d rather damage my own stuff than pay someone large sums of money to destroy mine for me.

Finally last night stuff was delivered from my dad’s house to here via big truck.

I am less than pleased.  Luckily a weapon was not handy.

I had been looking forward all summer to getting a secretary that belonged to my grandparents – my favorite grandparents.

The driver tried to put that aside in the shop saying “it had some damage, broken glass, so I put it out there.”

I wasn’t happy but moved on with the rest of the stuff.

Then I went out to the garage and started cutting away the packing material.  The driver tried to call me over for some paperwork before I looked too closely but I said “It can wait” in my quietest “don’t screw with me or you’ll find out just how awful bad I can be when I put my mind to it” voice.  Clint Eastwood would be proud.

The covers fell away and I saw what had been done.

****!!!  THE ONE THING THAT I REALLY TREASURED… THE ONE ****ING THING!!  AND IT IS ****ED UP!! … … ****!!! GODDAMN IT, THE ONE ****ING THING THAT REALLY MEANT SOMETHING TO ME AND YOU GUYS ****ING TREATED IT LIKE IT WAS A PIECE OF ****ING TRASH!

Then I got angry.

The piece was partially demolished.  The glass was broken out, the back was cracked all up and down, and the backing above a curio shelf was torn completely off.  One of the casters was ripped out.

The guy looked a bit nervous, and rightfully so, seeing me go from calm and affable to furious and then back to quiet, oh so quiet.  It’s when I get quiet that things are… bad.

It’s probably a good thing that I didn’t have something with destructive capabilities handy (even though I was in my garage).

Read Full Post »

Today was the anniversary of 9/11.  I can’t say anything other than it was a rather powerful moment in American history, I will never forget it, and yes, I’m still angry about it.  It could not be justified.  It was pure and simple targeting of innocent civilians for it’s own sake and is indefensible and the act of utter worthless cowards.

I still have thoughts returning to the retaliation mentality – scorched earth and lots and lots of salt for the earth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~****~~~~~~~~~~~~

On to the Lemur Dropping Thursday Special Edition, to be continued hereafter until I’m told to cease and desist or that it is a waste of effort.  Tonight will be “Lemur Droppings Lite” because I’m running on pure fumes, having only had twelve hours sleep since getting up on Monday and it is 1am Friday now.  But I’m cool.

  • Artsy gadget smashing… Gizmodo again.
  • Wooden phone.  Cool, but what about termites?  Perhaps a Motorola/Orkin teamup?
  • I’d just as soon slam my privates in a sliding glass door as go into an anti-sauna.
  • If you know me at all, you know I’m a sucker for Japanese architecture, furniture, boxes, etc.  Here’s some cool older stuff that I will never be able to afford but still appreciate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~****~~~~~~~~~~~~

I suspect this is Obama’s strategy:

She plunged into a sea of platitudes, and with the powerful breast stroke of a channel swimmer, made her confident way towards the white cliffs of the obvious. – W. Somerset Maugham

Read Full Post »