2xCats

Itchy, meet Scratchy.

His tabby stripes.
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Go Gently

Molly Ivins, R.I.P.

We'll keep kickin' his ass in your stead, dear.
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Curly Between Rounds

Taking a break between CatWrassleMania rounds.
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Madison Square Garden!

In this corner! Weighing in at 16 lbs....
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More Photos From Work

It's going up in no time. That next story is already built. Radiology.

Lifeflight heliport, with 'copter.

The Jewish kids' smoking area.

Rust Never Sleeps.

I like the sign. It's a good sign.
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L.E.'s Favorite Spot

... right on Dad.

Tricky shot... held the camera behind my head to get it, since he's draped over my shoulder (that's truly his favorite spot... his purr motor is right in my ear at such times).
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In Fact, I Do Have Another Cat

His name is Curly. He's a big ol' boy, too.

Here he is, in sub-freezing temperatures, today, tracking incoming avian terrorists.

Welp, it looks like I will be going to work tomorrow, come sticky throttle cables, or no; Soprano has offered me a lift. Had I gotten out there this morning earlier, I probably could've called her for a ride today, but it was nearly 8:00 before I hit the door.
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Wingers: Your Easy $100 Opportunity

I'll bet you $100 that Richard Bruce Cheney isn't the vice president of the U.S. on 1/19/2009.

Put your money in my pocket.

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Waiting For Scooter Guy

No; not Scooter Libby. I hear he's otherwise detained in Washington, D.C. The scooter repair guy has to come out to the west side to do something to an ATV, so he's going to stop by and see if he can't fix this freezing throttle cable issue.

In the meantime, have an adorable kitten!
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LarryElvis, SuperKitten

... has played himself out for the night, and turned into a sofa softball.
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Projected Weather

So sittenpretty knows what to pack!
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Curly Fries

Auto-focus sux, sometimes.

Still King Cat of Curly Condo, by two falls!
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Brain and Brain! What Is Brain?

Yes, Spocko is bringin' the poisoned quatro-triticale to wingnut radio station KSFO. And Disney gorged on it. And I've fixed his 'roll link.

Good to see the EFF takin' up for the good guys, again.
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Eye Boy

Heh.

I'll post some more Curly before the night is threw. Thorough. Trough. Tough. Fish. Aphasia.
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I'm Home!

Yes! Back from the Neutral Zone!

(remind me to post about Spocko, shortly, and fix his frickin' 'roll link)

Cats soon! Let me eat, first.

"Pwyooooo! Pwyoooo! Victory in Iraq! I shot you with my phasers!"

"Pwyooooo! Twooo-weeesh! Did not! My ablative armor and advanced deflector shield geometry turned your beams harmlessly aside! And, I just fired a quantum torpedo at you!"
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Deliberately Misleading, Or Misleading Deliberately?

Lunch in Lexington, KY. Near the castle!

While in the hometown, I tried to keep an eye on Nashville Is Talking this weekend, because one of our notable wingnuts, Glen Dean, is guest hosting. I like to support the guest bloggers, as I've done it a couple of times, myself, and it's mostly a thankless task... but it is fun. So, if they say anything remotely interesting, I'll try to chime in.

On a discussion about raising the minimum wage, Glen stated: "My wife cleans a house and she makes a whole lot more than the minimum wage." Of course, I was snarky, and implied that Glen might pay her more than minimum wage to clean their house, but the relevance of that to people trying to earn their income cleaning houses was unclear to me.

Glen took great umbrage that I was somehow impugning his wife or her work ethic, which I certainly was NOT -- if anything, I was poking Glen for potentially being "charitable," in perhaps paying his wife more than the market would bear (see the same discussion around noon, regarding tipping servers). Of course Ivy didn't help matters any, by chiming in asking why I was "... bringing Glen's wife into this," when I did no such fucking thing.

My observation has been that Glen's completely honest, even when being misleading -- after all, is there anyone out there making more than $5.15/hr. who hasn't cleaned a house (Andover graduates notwithstanding)? Given that, it's no surprise that he simply stops talking about it when asked to clarify his statement.

Here's an attempt to clarify my beef with what Glen said; I posted it at the end of the discussion this morning:

[commenter Lesley] Glen, your wife does not "make a living" cleaning houses. That is, she does not survive on that income alone and more than likely could not survive (in the matter to which she has become accustomed) on that income. She is merely employed as someone's housekeeper.

[JP] Well, that's unclear to me -- whether Mrs. Dean is employed as someone's housekeeper.

See, the way Glen worded his statement, it's not clear.

I could say, "I take photos, and I make more than minimum wage" -- two statements, both true, but entirely disconnected from one another in relevance. However, one could easily infer that I intended to make the reader believe I made my above-$5.15/hr. wages taking photos.

Since Glen refuses to address that, I have to assume that his wife makes her wages doing something other than cleaning houses. I could be wrong, but there's been no evidence introduced to the contrary.

See, I think Glen was trying to mislead us. Does his wife earn her primary income cleaning someone's home? It's unclear to me, but I'm guessing "no." Glen won't address that, because a sin worse than lying is admitting one is a bonehead for allowing people to think your wife makes $20/hr. cleaning house, when you know it isn't true.

Do I care what Glen's wife does to earn money? Only in the context of what Glen said about her, and its relevance to a discussion on minimum wage. End of story.

UPDATE: Glen says that indeed, his wife cleans one lady's house, and that's how she makes her wage. Good for her!
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More L.E.

I miss my boys. Can't wait to be home.
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Remote Catblogging from 41101

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Ol' Blue Eyes Is Back!

... this being just after the exorcism was performed.

Still no direct sunlight... too late in the afternoon, dammit, Jim.

Ol' Green Eyes is back, too! Blurry, since he and I both moved.
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Friday Morning Break Catblogging

Arrrrgh! DemonKatt™!
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For Sallyh (and Mlle & Maddy)

I swear, the inside of his li'l skull isn't on fire. Y'all will not believe the blue when you finally see it.
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Lightscribe™ RAWKS.

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Thursday Night Cats!

Curly, about to bring the smackdown on LarryElvis, from above.

Squinty, but not weepy, sticky or reddened in any way. The sun, me, my camera, and L.E. have an appointment, but one or more of us keep missing it.
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Mo' PPP-Bloggin'

Peabody Photos, by Prestonian.

The word.

The place. You Are Here.

They are here... well, there.

I got this feelin'... somebodeee's watchin' meeeeeee!

Sexy dendrites.
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Lunchtime Catblogging

The excitement is too much for Curly.

Who ordered the vanilla kitty, dipped in dark chocolate?
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There's A New Carol Brierty In My Life

LarryElvis shows iris! Huzzah!

I present it this way, Photoshopped, because I don't want to impact American productivity with all the ensuing "share this with my girlfren'" shit.
Seriously. Y'all can't handle the troof!

There were several minutes of idle ohh-and-awwww at my workplace today when I shared my new desktop photo. I am blessed, for I work with many women, and such nice folx they all are, so far. All of 'em love cats. And dogs.

My boss is a man (his is a woman, named to a FedEd post, external to her deanship, by (gak!) Chimpy... math? Sallyh?), but I only see him about four minutes a week. He seems quite busy, but I've yet to see him sweat. He's probably a couple-four years younger than me, and a super-smart dude. He cracks some good ones in our comm-comm meetings -- he's quick. A natural Atriot, IMO.

It'd be fun to get him to attend the meetup on 2/5. Maybe if I explain that Sinfonian is an alumnus, he will be more enticed (one of his specialties is development, so I'm sure Sinfonian will be happy to hear me speculating about his future buttonhole party... heh!).
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So, To Clarify

What I see...

What you see...

Yes, We Have Humpday Pooses!

New and Improved! Now, with even less eye crud!
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Satan Is (In) My Motor

Ho-hum... scooting along on the CDM this morning.

I get up to the end of Robertson Ave., and discover that my throttle is stuck in the wide-open (well, as wide-open as the "sweet spot" allows) position! Dang.

Fortunately, I am not the type to panic. I flipped the "engine off" switch to shut it down, pulled off to see what I could see. Well, the throttle cable's encased in a rugged sheath (fortunately), so if the cable's sticking in there, I'm not sure what can be done.

I decided I could safely get to work, as the brakes act as a quasi-clutch, but it was still a chore to keep it from roaring away. At major intersections with traffic lights, when mine was red, I'd just kill the engine, and start up right before it turned green. By the time I rolled into work, the throttle was behaving normally, again.

UPDATE: It's probably a good thang I always pack one of these on my person, hm?

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Oh, Cats?

Big ol' CurlyQ. For you!
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More VU+PC Pixel Blogging

What I see when you see me here. I dunno what you see, 'cause you sluffers won't send me a screen cap!

Look left before crossing 21st Avenue South...

Look right before crossing 21st Avenue South...

A lonely Chinese Death Machine.

Looking up the hill from behind the library towards the Iris Cafe patio. Lovely monkeygrass for this time of year... our campus is full of it. Great, dense, lush swaths of it, everywhere.