aimless

Okay, I lied, unintentionally. I’m not posting because something happened, but because something didn’t happen. From June 7th to the 22nd, there was a soccer match on every night - in fact, for the first eight days there were two matches a night. This is long enough (more than ten days) to become part of my culture, so that I can’t remember what I did before. Last night I wandered aimlessly around the house, did a bit of work, cleaned the kitchen halfway, did some more work, knitted some, poked around some blogs, and felt… well, aimless. Egad, there is no soccer on TV until tomorrow! What am I supposed to DO!?

Also, the euro2008 people are 100% evil, because both of the semi-finals AND the final start at 8:45 on a school night. Such a butthead thing to do.

Okay, back to work. Or proofreading. Or knitting. Or something.

Song du jour of the day: I Drove All Night, by Cyndi Lauper

temporary fade

dang, drat, rats, piffle… POOP! I really wanted the Dutch to win this game. They really didn’t deserve to. They were so bad tonight, they played like… like Swedes.

Sigh. So much for the betting-table supremacy, I’m headed downhill from here. But last night DrBob’s soccer buddies all drank to me and made jokes and that was very fun. Moment in the sun and all that.

Anyway, I’m here to say, I’ll be kind of… less present for awhile. It’s crunch time at work again, the books go to press at the end of next month, so they need as many hours as I can give them. And DrBob’s just finished working in the revisions on his (um. Third? Fourth? well, his latest) book, which means I’ve got 300 or so pages to proofread before he sends it in to the publishers. Therefore, time spent at the computer for the next five or six weeks will be spent Not Blogging. At least not very much. If anything happens I’ll be sure and let you know, but there won’t be so much of the random pointless nerbling of which you’ve all grown so fond.

I’m sure you’ll find a way to cope.

Song du jour of the day: I Will Remember You, by Sarah McLachlan.

kitten update

New kitten pictures up! I brought them down to my office to visit me, which freaked Lilu right out. They all hustled to use the litter box and inhale a bunch of crunchies before could be moved back up to the Sniglet’s attic room. Sigh. I’d rather have them down here, but I don’t know how to convince Lilu of that.

Um, they’re growing! And climbing, and fighting and purring and climbing and being fabulous. And then climbing some more. When I go up to the Sniglet’s room to visit them, they all come running up to greet me. I will miss them a lot, but I think their new people will love them a lot, so that’s for the best, really.

No other news, except that Germany won tonight and is on to the semi-final. Woot.

Song du jour of the day: Are You Sure, by Aretha Franklin.

all good

I’m sorry, that last entry sounded very complainy, and I know how little I have to complain about. We’re healthy, safe, and we have Enough, and none of that other stuff really matters, it’s just stuff that gets in my face and blocks my view. I was hoping if I blatted it out here on this blog, it’d be out of my brain and into someplace manageable. Didn’t work, but it was worth a shot.

bits and pieces

While grating onion for yesterday’s tuna casserole I accidentally grated my thumb. It still hurts. Dinner tonight was spaghetti - much safer.

The kittens get more able and into more trouble every day. Lilu has been trying to move them into another part of my closet since they were born. Today she moved them up to the Sniglet’s room. I don’t like this. There are a lot of stairs in this house, just slats without risers, very dangerous for tiny critters. Besides, they’re starting to poop, and his room is always so messy. On the other hand, my room smells really bad now, and it’ll be easier to vacuum and mop with the kittens gone. I’ll do that tomorrow, and then maybe think about moving them back here. I also intend to put up more photos, but can’t seem to find the… ehm. Germans call it Bock - “ich hab’ kein Bock” means “I don’t feel like doing it.” The English word escapes me.

okay, now I am ignoring you

Sorry, it’s not intentional, it’s just that the European Soccer Championship is happening, and I spend too much time in front of the TV now. And, you know. If you’re not interested, there’s nothing interesting I can say, and if you are interested, you’re already watching it, so you already know.

But I have new kitten photos up, so you can go check those out while you wait for updates. The little buggers are getting really active, which is entertaining, but also a bit alarming. While I typed that last sentence, two of them climbed up my leg and then fell off, and a third stood up to peer into one of my knitting bags, then fell backward and pulled the bag over on herself. Marlon has discovered the kitty crunchies, and has been eating like a horse. Jackie thought she’d give it a try, but she sort of missed - DrBob spotted her standing in the food dish, gnawing on its edge. We call it “Cat TV”, and it’s what we watch when we’re not watching soccer matches.

Yeah, we’re not getting a lot done lately.

Song du jour of the day: Wij Houden Van Oranje, by André Hazes and Ali B, h/t A Touch of Dutch. Yes, we are rooting for the Netherlands this time. And also Germany. The way the tournament is set up, we won’t have to make up our minds unless they both make it to the final. Which would be some serious awesome.

wired again

It was the graphics card. Shuffled off this mortal coil, deceased, dead as a dead thing, if you hadn’t nailed it to the perch it’d be pushing up daisies, etc. The good news is, I got a new one. The bad news is, all that work I was supposed to do on Monday and Tuesday didn’t get done, so I have to do it now. Looks like the Series of Tubes will have to get along without me for one more day.

Song du jour of the day: I know I’ve used this one before, but I love it, so neener. Wait for Me, by Hall & Oates.

I’m not ignoring you

Hi, borrowing DrBob’s computer real quick to say: there’s something wrong with my computer. The only symptom is a black screen, so I have no idea what could be wrong, and of course it happens on a Saturday night and I can’t call the store that sold it to me until Monday. So, guess I’m taking a break from the computer rat-race! Meh. Not much of a bright side. Anyway, I’ll be back when I get this fixed.

Also, argh.

Song du jour of the day: Crimson and Clover, covered by Joan Jett.

how cute are we!?

Now go make your own!

h/t to Chicka

and then my head exploded

In the Netherlands there are international schools, and Catholic schools, and bilingual schools and schools that focus on the Humanities, schools that prepare kids for university, or for various professions - there are altogether too many choices to get my head around, frankly. Oh, and I checked out the website of one school, and in the news-bit they said that all but 30 of the applicants got in, or something like that, which means we have to choose a first- and a second-choice school, just in case. Yay.