Post the one for today...

On the whole LJ strike thing blah blah blah...

If it isn't obvious by now that they'll do what they want regardless of the opinions of the current user base, then you haven't really been paying attention.

Also, we're apparently not exactly loved by our new russian overlords anyway (I'll cough up a link later--right now I want to finish this post so I can post about Foot instead. That, and I'm sure you'll see it elsewhere on your flists before I can find my own link anyway, so...), so the whole boycott thing won't impress them anyway. Their attitude? 'Yay! Less freeloaders with weird interests=more paid users and businesses'.

And they would be correct in thinking that. We may leave, but there will always be people willing to pay for a service that others think should be free and/or uncensored.

In short, the boycott on Friday may make the users feel better and give us a sense of 'fuck you, dude!'...but. It won't really do much. Even if we managed to leave a smoking crater in our wake--they'd fill it with what they really wanted.

Anyhow...yeah.

State of the Foot

I have honestly never seen grateful cat before. No, seriously. But I know what one looks like now.

Anyhow, when I went to get Foot yesterday, she was surprised to see me--and then as happy as she could be when drugged to the gills. I was getting the 'hi, mom!' and 'OMG, IZZAT YOU??' meows from her when she realized I was there.

There were of course complaints when we headed for the door and howls when we got outside. She got quieter in the confines of the car, but was at full howl by the time we got to the apartment.

And then, we got inside. I had to leave her in the carrier for a few hours per instructions, but...

As soon as I settled the carrier, she got quiet. And she just started looking around as best she could. I kid you not that the experssion on her face was just like a human 'I don't beleive it, I'm actually back!'.

When I could finally let her out, she made the rounds of the apartment, wobbly as she was. She checked for her bowls, the cat box (and used it, too), where her toys were...and once she was sure they were all right they;d been Monday morning, she went under the bed and started to sleep the drugs off.

She ate around nine, but was still drugged. By 12:30 am though, the drugs were gone--I know this because she got up on the bed with me for two hours, and although she was a little stiff, it was as if she hadn;t been gone. We slept, I rubbed her head and gave her pets, and eventually, after I;d fallen asleep, she went back under the bed for the rest of the night.

When I called her for breakfast this morning, she popped her head right out from under the bed with her usual greeting. I left her sitting in the bedroom window, content and purring. :)

The saga of the ring...

When I was 17, I bought a ring in Tucson that, at the time at any rate, was one of a kind. Made of sterling silver, with an eagle's head and psuedo-NA spiral square markings along the band. It was very important to me then--in the same way crosses, the Star of David or any other number of pieces of religious/spiritually themed jewelry can get for people.

It also tended to disappear every once in a while, not to be seen for months on end even if I knew exactly where I had left it last, and also knew that there was no good explaination for why it would have moved from the spot it had been left in. Invariably, it would turn back up in that spot.

This last time, it went missing a week or so after I had moved into the apartment, along with my equally as long-lived bearclaw pendant. To be honest, I had 'cleaned' and then gotten rid of a lot of my working tools from when I was actively practicing magic. I felt I was past the stage of doing much of that anymore, and what little I would do needed no outward tools. I was pretty sure the jewelry had gone out with the tools, especially since at the time there was a lot less places to lose things in because I had a lot less stuff, period. Also; Small apartment--and one that I fine-toothed combed more than once to make sure ring and necklace were no longer there.

So, of course, when I go to make one of my checks on Foot to make sure her belly was ok and she wasn't chewing her stitches off, what do I find?

The ring, two inches from Foot's foot, under the bed--where I'd checked several times before, and had run a vaccum cleaner over many times since then.

Yeah. Heh. It's back on my ring finger now.