Category Archives: amusement

every cat is an effing napoleon.

I stand in the cat treat section of the pet store for a long time. I finally choose—along with Beli’s favorite Petrodex Dental Treats made with unspecified freeze-dried fish—“Tempting Tuna Feline Greenies Dental Treats” and “Real Meat Bites Venison Jerky Treats.” I have rejected treats made from or flavored like different parts of chickens, turkeys, ducks,* lambs, cows, salmon, and bison.

The “Tempting Tuna” treats contain no tuna, but tuna-flavored chicken meal. I won’t tell the cats this and ruin the illusion. They do love tuna, but an albacore tuna can weigh up to 133 pounds, a yellowfin over 400, and an Atlantic bluefin up to 990.

The last time my two cats were weighed, they were about 12 and 14 pounds, and I’m certain they would both run and hide from a chicken. Cuchulain once ran from a stuffed animal.

As I watch the cats chew their new venison jerky treats with gusto, I imagine them encountering a deer. I laugh at the image, and I laugh at myself and humanity, for the odd relationships we have formed with cats and the ridiculous decisions we have made about what we will pretend they find most palatable.**

And so I’ve added an entry to the running list I keep of companies it’s good I don’t have the focus, drive, or desire to start, because they’d fail miserably: a company that makes healthy, natural cat treats in flavors that make some basic sort of sense. Our initial line of flavors would include mouse, mole, house sparrow, moth, anole, and goldfish.

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* I myself do not eat poultry, even when I am in a non-vegetarian phase.
** Thankfully this post is not about what dogs find palatable.

the the impotence of proofreading.

Taylor Mali reads his poem, “The The Impotence of Proofreading.”

etsy what makes me snicker.

Dreamy Wood Nymph Hat or The Owl

For just $200, you can look startled that a bird has 'sploded on your head.

The Cat in the (Witch) Hat

The Cat in the (Witch) Hat - This cat is planning how to hex you until you die.

Oriented Strand Board Squirrel OSB - Nimer Aleck

I want to know why these squirrels are in a gorilla exhibition.

 Mercutio the Cat on a Tree Limb

$25. This is Ceiling Cat the Father. That famous Ceiling Cat is Ceiling Cat the Son.

like wonder woman’s hair.

This morning I found a crow feather. Or at least a very large, black until it’s blue feather.

I am amassing quite a feather collection. Tonight I was adding the recent finds to the rest, arranging feathers in nests instead of flowers in frogs.

This evening I went to student stores before class to buy a snack. An older, professorial man was telling one of the cashiers an anecdote, the end of which went “he referred to it as a heedless sufficiency.”

Cashier: “A what?”

Man: “A heedless sufficiency.”

Cashier: “Is that one or two words?”

Me: LOL

Class went well, but we are already a little behind, I think. I’d open the spreadsheet and check, but an invisible icepick is being driven through my right eye and out my temple, with hot streaks radiating down my jaw and neck into my shoulder.

tattoo.

I don’t really care to cover much more of myself with tattoos.

This does not work for the location I would want another tattoo (to balance the one I already have).

However, now that I’ve seen this, I want it as a tattoo.

Oak

Oak

Another oak-related thing I ran across on the Interwebs today:

Tim Murphy gave me a different vision. He wants to be buried toxin-free and naked, ass up, in the fetal position, with an acorn up his butt. “Plant me, and plant a tree. Years later you and others can come sit under my shade, harvest some acorns, and celebrate what is possible.” (source)

Sounds much better than traditional burial or cremation to me. And made me laugh, too.

your magical day.

This Red Velvet ((Now I want cake.)) Fairy Medieval Renaissance Wedding Gown with Overskirts and Cape- Custom is being sold on Etsy for $1,450. I know that’s not unusually expensive for a wedding dress, ((Don’t get me started.)) but in my book, for that price, it had better come with the bioluminescent butterflies and tame deer.

And no, I am not searching for a wedding dress. Random find from a red treasury. This listing by the same seller caught my eye at small size.

From the same seller… I will have nightmares about this one:

Too much magick

Too much magick

random amusement.

Mischief

Mischief

From: Mischief Again!

librarians laying left-wing leisure plans.

1. Billy Bragg is playing at Cat’s Cradle on September 18.

2. One of my colleagues has a radio show on the local Carrboro station. ((You learn something new every day. I had no idea we had a local wizard.))

3. This colleague has scored an interview with Billy Bragg.

4. While conversing about this coup at work today, another colleague and I started hatching plans to attend the show together. She is going to try to get more people in on it, too.

5. This could be quite fun.

Damn, I see that Autolux ((Last time I saw them play in Carrboro, after the show, Eugene found me and said he couldn’t stop looking at me because my hair was just like his girlfriend’s back home. Over a year later, someone I am pretty damned certain was the same Eugene—he was named Eugene and was in an LA band playing Coachella, and Autolux were on the bill—was very intent on talking to me at the afterparty where Carlos D was spinning. But that all seems like a lifetime ago, back when I was a coolkid and had hip hair.

I wasn’t that much of a coolkid though, because at that party I stopped a man dancing with a long stream of toilet paper stuck on his shoe and told him he had toilet paper stuck on his shoe, rather than just peer and point and snicker at him like everyone else.

I thought about this last night, when the friend I sat with at the market started to get up and tell someone they had toilet paper stuck on their shoe before it fell off on its own. He is the kind of person who will tell you that you have toilet paper stuck on you and I value that in a person.)) is playing September 7 and CocoRosie is playing September 20. James at 9:30 Club in DC on September 27. ((I have my ticket, I have my ticket, as well as plans to meet up with a friend while I’m in DC. yaay!)) Aaaannnd… Legendary Pink Dots at 506 again on November 3. I could run over there right after teaching cataloging for 2.5 hours. That would be quite the brain shift.

Today I also sent an email asking for more information on the September 25 C.G. Jung Society of the Triangle workshop with James Hollis. Specifically, I asked if it is aimed at professional analysts/therapists/counselors, or whether it is for anyone interested in Jungian ideas and work.

When it rains, it pours.

on pigs.

You cannot get swine flu from eating pork or pork products.

Nevertheless, in Medical Common Sense (1868), Edward B. Foote, M.D. recommends eating sheep instead.

Foote has a very interesting perspective…

One of the most common causes of blood impurities is the use of pork. It has been said that all things were created for some wise purpose. This is undoubtbly true, but hogs were never made to eat. We read that Christ used them to drown devils; they can never be appropriated to a more beneficient use. As an article of diet, pork exerts a most pernicious influence on the blood, overloading it with carbonic acid gas, and filling it with scrofula. The hog is not a healthy animal. From its birth it is an inveterate gormandizer, and to satisfy its eternal cravings for food, everything in field or gutter, however filthy, finds a lodgment in its capacious stomach. It eats filth, wallows in filth, and is itself but a living mass of filth.

Well, that’s kind of rude. But here’s where it gets really interesting…

Now, when it is remembered that all our limbs and organs have been picked up from our plates—that our bodies are made up of the things we have eaten—what pork-eater will felicitate himself with the reflection that according to physiological teachings, he is physically part hog. “We have been served up at table many times over. Every individual is literally a mass of vivified viands; he is an epitome of innumerable meals; he has dined upon himself, supped upon himself, and in fact—paradoxical as it may appear—has again and again leaped down his own throat.

Reminds me of a scene from Suicide Club… appetizing.

finally.