A Cat By Any Other Name

      Still life with cats: the story of me

 

May 2, 2002

Or maybe not

Glue sticks were a lovely thought for building the crusader castle. After all, glue sticks prevent all the icky gooey mess that is normally associated with using any sort of paste.
The problem is that the glue from glue sticks doesn’t stick nearly as well as the messy stuff, and after fighting with them and […]

 

May 3, 2002

Soft

After a day of writing QA scripts and doing last minute editing for the user guides, I came home from work and wanted nothing more than to do nice, relaxing things. We had reservations for dinner, but there was plenty of time before we had to leave, so I filled up the tub, dropped in […]

 

May 4, 2002

Green acres

“We don’t have anything planned this weekend, right?” I asked Richard, earlier in the week. And upon receiving an affirmative in reply, I pondered what I could actually get accomplished. I even made a little list of Things to Do for the weekend - one of which was to bring the sewing machine in from […]

 

May 5, 2002

They come with padded butts

We drove the distance yesterday, just to double-check the miles. Even though we were planning on riding it anyway, I had this need to know what I was getting into.
So this afternoon, we loaded up with bottles of water and sunglasses, donned our lovely new bike shorts, bought yesterday after a detour through SportsMart […]

 

May 6, 2002

Spring

There is a courtyard just outside the building where I work. It is tiny, a circle broken by three paths that stretch out like spokes on a wheel. Inside the courtyard are four picnic tables - the round metal kind flanked with molded metal chairs and topped with a wire mesh canopy to filter the […]

 

May 7, 2002

You’ve got oops

While browsing around on the Usual Suspects forum, I chanced upon a link that displayed the Pillsbury Doughboy. When you poked the character with your mouse, he bent over and did the typical Pillsbury Doughboy moves, completely with that goofy little grin on his face. It was a cute site. Really it was.
The important thing […]

 

May 9, 2002

In the still of the night

It started out innocently enough. First, there was the bat, which traveled upstairs and down in a game between Richard and the cats. He would toss it downstairs in the evening; the next morning, we’d look around the master bedroom, upstairs, to see where it had been stashed the previous night. Soon super balls and […]

 

May 11, 2002

Another one down

The problem with deciding to not wimp out on a bike ride because of the wind is that now we can no longer use the wind as an excuse. Used to be, we’d get up in the morning, catch sight of the leaves on the trees blowing in even the gentlest of breezes, and use […]

 

May 12, 2002

Aftereffects

I slept nearly 12 hours after yesterday. I tried to stay up later, figuring if I went to bed too early I’d only wake up early the next morning, but by 8pm last night I couldn’t stand it anymore. We’d discussed going to see a movie after dinner, but I could barely keep my eyes […]

 

May 14, 2002

Excerpts from online

I ought to preface this by noting that part of Richard’s current job is to search for places to market the marvelous new inventions created by the peons who work there. It should be fairly obvious what the most recent research topic was.
Him: There are surprisingly few companies in the world that cater to […]