Beauty Comes At A Price Apparently

I took some pictures of my cat "Persephone" today. I usually just call her "Puff" or "Sprouts" though for short. Here's one of the pics:



It was a bit of a pain in the butt to manually remove the red eye but I think it turned out pretty good. Her eyes are really dilated in the picture though so it's hard to see just how brilliantly blue her eyes really are.

And her hair, well, it's not really hair so much as fur, with the exact same consistency and feel of rabbit fur. She's a Ragdoll apparently, as I've come to learn, and I was extremely lucky to get her. I check the local humane society website every day and as soon as I saw her picture up I raced down there to go and get her, barely beating out another lady who came in wanting her just as I was filling out the paperwork for her. Apparently really nice looking Ragdolls are kind of on the expensive side and I got her for only $100 so that was a hell of a bargain.

Apparently that incredibly soft fur and brilliantly blue eyes come at a price though. I guess in order to make them look like that they have to inbreed them to a certain degree and as such they develop all sorts of fun medical conditions. You can kind of tell in that picture, where her ears are a bit damaged and it sort of looks like she has ear mites. It continually clears up, then gets bad, then clears up again, almost like a cycle. She also gets real bad cat acne too, so I have to scrub her face with a wash cloth everyday...which she really doesn't like...at all. If you don't though then it gets really bad and they just like scab over and spread, so there's not much choice. A small price to pay for such a pretty cat.

My sister in law picked her name, Persephone, partly because the Greek goddess was highly known for her incredibly beauty and also because she was Goddess of the underworld, snatched away by Hades from the living world and her mother, which is a kind of allegory to my snatching her away from the other lady that wanted her at the humane society and also because my character form is often characterized as evil, hellish and so forth. I've even been called the full embodiment of the anti-christ by some. ^__^

Your Mom

Reposted here, from Usenet:

Question, when you post things like "I fucked your mother" do you think that has some sort of psychological effect upon them?

No, it's meant to be a completely ironic, sarcastic bitch slap of mocking cynicism. Basically it's kind of my way of saying, "You're a fuckin retard and this is what you get for being a fuckin retard."

If they whine about it, it just makes it that much moar lulzy in that the whole thing is meant to be directly reflective of their own idiocy, basically a parody of their own retardation.

I don't waste good material on Hatter Addicts and retarded fuckwits and all the better they're ever going to get for their idiocy is a good hard verbal slap across their idiot faces with exactly what they deserve...shit.

If they don't like getting shit on then they can either strive to deserve better, or they can whine and bitch about it, either way it's of little consequence to me personally.

The *REALLY* ironic part about the whole thing though, is that, as absolutely fuckin stupid as most of these retards are...yeah, yeah it *REALLY* does bother them actually. LOL, I know, it's completely hilarious to sane, intelligent people, but it's true. To complete, stupid ass losers who have as much sense as a box of rocks, it *REALLY* does bother them to say shit like that. Which, again, is part of why it makes the whole thing so incredibly hilarious.

An Interesting Dream I Had

I dreamt I invented a material that, when penetrated, could turn kinetic energy into electrical energy...it was really fuckin cool too. Like if you shot at it with a gun, it would release a kind of lightning bolt of energy outward in response to it...very interesting. How it all worked exactly...well, I can't actually remember that part of the dream (conveniently), so now I'm tryin to work out how it might be possible, at least theoretically. *nods*

Acceptance

...I altered the settings on my computer to play all stereo sound as mono and only in the right receiver. For the longest time I've been kind of in denial about the whole thing. I mean I knew about, had it tested and diagnosed, told people about it, but kept on using stereo settings on my computer. It finally dawned on me though that I was missing about half the song, because many songs use lyrics and music that can only be heard on the left speaker, which, for me, means I can't hear them at all. I used to think/believe that the hearing was just bad, but that I could still hear out of it, but swapping all the music/sound to the left speaker, I found I couldn't actually hear much of anything at all, it just sounded like listening to a song while underwater.

It really hit me then though, that I really am effectively deaf in that ear, basically losing half of one of my senses. It has made me appreciate the senses I still have a lot more though. When you lose something like that, it really makes you realize just how incredibly precious and just how much people take for granted something as simple as being able to hear a song. I will never again, ever, be able to hear stereo sound...not unless somebody comes up with a way of regenerating nerve cells.

I would like to believe that it's made me a better person though because of it. I can understand and relate to the loss that others suffer when losing one complete, and even multiple senses. To lose something like that, something that can't be fixed, something permanent, really makes you appreciate what you have left. In a way, it really is like losing a part of yourself (metaphorically speaking, obviously physical), losing a part of who you are as a person.

Do You Know What Day It Is?

It's Mad Hatter Day!



YAY!

Coconut frosting with coconut cake...mmmm...coco-nutty. ^__^

Oh, and it's double layered, with vanilla pudding in the middle. *nods* Doki, doki.