Yankee

Your Linguistic Profile:

45% Yankee

30% General American English

15% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

But I actually am Midwestern and apparently my Midwesternese is 0. How troubling. And I even say Catty-corner and everything.

Named!

After observing the new cat run amuck in the apartment, witness her fearlessly climbing shelves nad catching her trying to balance herself on top of the curtains in the living room, we named her Aethelfled. That's right, Aethelfled, like the Lady of Mericia, fearless 9th century warrior who fought back the Vikings even after most of her family was slaughtered. Well, honestly, it hadto match Hrothgar. Can't have a cat named Hrothgar and another named Miss Whiskers.

And Aethel is trouble. Acording to her world view, anything plastic is edible. And she does not yet know that, "Hey, you! Stop that!" actually means for her to stop trying to eat whatever inedible thing she's trying to eat.

On the bright side, she pretty fearless and prances around like she owns the apartment. She and Hrothgar are no longer hissing and can actually lay six inches apart on the ottoman without anyone's feeling getting hurt. She's not too freidnly with the monkeys yet but give her time. She actually gets quite close to us when she thinks we're not looking. Aethel's fitting right in.

Another Cat

Last Thursday, the NAtalies and I were in the Petsmart to get the Hrothgar food. Cats need to eat, apparently. At the front of the store is the rescue animals up for adoption, looking cute and pathetic and pitful (all at the same time) in their cages. Jokingly, I said, "I take one if they have one with half a tail."

But the joke was one me. They had two cats with partial tails. Poor, cute things. They were both raised in a lab and used to teach doctors to do intubations on small children. Ack. They're a year old and have spent their entire lives in a cage. And they are absolutely tiny, only four pounds! They don't even have names, just tatooes on the ears. That's the part that breaks my heart the most.

Needless to say, I feel in love with the lab cats. ONe is a calico and the other a dark grey tabby. Both are sweet and purred loudly and affectionet and cuddly. Damn. I had to take one home.

It took some work, twisting Andy's arm, calling the landlord to assure Andy that we would not have to pay another pet deposit fee. I joking told him I needed to bury all my maternal love into a cat, or have a baby. He saw things my way pretty quickly. By Monday we agreed to adopt one of the cats. I consider it my birthday present and in no way a child replacement. Yesterday I got word that the application was approved and we can pick up the tabby (I'm going with the tabby) up on Sunday.

We're still kicking around ideas for a name. The cat's personality should give us some idea but I do want the name to match Hrothgar. I mean, it'd be silly to have a great old name like Hrothgar and pair it up with Buttons. So I'm taking suggestions on outrageous names.

I've already plunder short list from Beowulf: Wealhtheow, the wife of Hrothgar (but that's kind of sickening sweet, isn't it) and Modthryth, which is really hard to say.

I also wanted to post the link to the Northeast Animal Rescue of Philadelphia and maybe even the cat's photo if it was on the web, but google can't seem to find it. I know it exisits, at Petsmart I saw the website on a sign taped to the door that said "Do not enter, volunteers only."

So, send in the name ideas. Shape a piece of the cat's destiny! Own a small portion of it's soul, etc.

Oh, Mulder

David Duchovny has his own blog. I still get a little weak in the knees thinking about Mulder.

Bible Man

Okay, this is something I would not have believed if I had not seen it with my own eyes. Andy yelled at me, "Mel, come quick." I, with a towel rwrapped around my head, came into the living room.

"What?" Nothing was on fire and no one was bledding, so what was so important to get me out of the shower.

"It's Jesus man and he's fighting a demon."

Indeed he was. A kight in shining armor was fighting with two light sabers a green faced demon (who looked very much like a cheep version of Jim Carey in The Mask). Oh my god.

The acting was bad. The dialogue was hilarious. Apparently Bible Man was rescuing his African American friend in faith. Bible man is, of course, clean cut and WASPy.

"Like steel hones steel," Bible Man said, "we hone each other..." to defeat evil or something, I didn't catch the rest because I was laughing. Bible Man and his friend were so GAY. They hone each other, right.

I really wish I had seen more of the show. The production value was like something I could make in my basement and the it was so funny. Gott a love the propoganda.

Liarbyrd's Laboratory

The old Nanowrimo site has undergone a little redecorating and is now Liarbyrd's Laboratory! Wow! Actually, the name change is probably a good idea because now it can be a place to put all my writings, etc for peer review (that's your job). As the Mauldy Institute, it was really only good for last year's Nano novel.

So, thre's a fresh story waiting in the lab, use the ink to the right. Please read and leave comments, you know I always need the editing and revision help.