February 12th, 2005

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Poem for Saturday

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Enterprise review: "The Aenar". Probably gushier than the episode deserves, but having done the review round-up from "United" last week, it seems that most online critics are erring on the side of gush. I've never been in Trek for the scientific logic, and I must admit I'm not particularly fond of Pocket Books' versions of the Andorians so even if the ones on TV are rather too traditional, I can't be arsed to care.

Something I can be arsed to care about: undonne reports via a friend that Bernard Cornwell (whom I missed when he was in the DC area due to never having my life in order in the evenings) said that there may be another Sharpe movie! With Sean Bean! The script is for a miniseries but he's not sure how long it will be for US broadcast. I will take any Bean-as-Sharpe that I can get, so this makes me smile even if smiling may be premature.

fannish5: What are your five favorite relationships and why?
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Tomorrow there's a parent learning day at my younger son's Hebrew school in the morning, and my older son slept over my father's house since my mother is out of town so they could bond and play poker, so we have to get up early for the Hebrew school thing, then we are all going out to lunch, and older son wants to get a haircut, and I have to write a couple of articles...does not look like I will be getting much down time. I am sure this is affecting my mood. Also, I want my LiveJournal memories back, dammit! I know everyone else is complaining about this but it's a real pain not to be able to access them! So sorry if I am a grump. *g*
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... *sigh*

Dear Cats,

There is no cat food in the bathroom with me. Nor am I secretly eating Pounce treats in here. I don't have a hairbrush out at the moment for you to knock on the floor and chase around until it's in a proper position to be pounced upon. The toilet seat lid is shut, so you can't try to drink out of it; the shower is not running, so the room is not particularly nice and warm. Nor is the sink turned on, so you cannot stick your faces in it, get them wet, then spend the next hour licking yourselves and glaring at me as if this is somehow my fault.

I can assure you, as I have shown you many times previously, that there is no secret back exit from the house through the bathtub nor through the vanity under the sink. I am not clipping my toenails and making those enticing clicking noises with the clippers. I am not conditioning my hair with mayonnaise or anything that should smell terribly interesting. Absolutely nothing exciting is going on in the bathroom -- I simply would like some privacy to do my business, and I know from experience that if the two of you try hard enough, you can push the door open because the latch doesn't work very well.

It isn't dinnertime. You were already fed earlier. You have water. The boys are not chasing you. The dog is not visiting. There are no treasures in the bathroom trash can. There is no reason whatsoever for you both to be yowling and scratching at the door. Thank you very much for your attention to this matter, and go chase each other downstairs or something.