chaobell: Pyro taking a walk, firing flamethrower into the air just because. (Default)
Whoops, I missed! That post was supposed to go in [community profile] teamfortress2 what I just created because there seemed to be no such thing on DW yet.
chaobell: (this is just complete horseshit)
Sooooo I just made [personal profile] meadowmines so I can import [livejournal.com profile] meadowmines and its comments because LJArchive craps out trying to save the comments, and I have some fics with 100+ lovely comments I don't want to lose when I delete my LJs next week.

Yeah, I have finally run out of fucks to give about that place.
chaobell: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (aaaaaaa)
*le importing posts from LJ to DW*

Ah, it's in the queue. Cool.

*goes to chaobell.net blog dashboard, starts importing entries from LJ*

*later*

*le peeking at DW archive*

Oh hey, it's started importing.

*looks at June 2001 entries*

...why do they have the blog crosspost footer on them? ... ... ...OH DEAR GOD NO *runs to blog dashboard, turns off crossposting because it is importing shit AND THEN CROSSPOSTING IT HERE FFFFFF NO WONDER IT WAS SHITTING ITSELF AND FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS*
chaobell: Pyro taking a walk, firing flamethrower into the air just because. (Default)
If there is anything on this journal or [livejournal.com profile] meadowmines you would like to save, please do so now. In one week, they will go away.

I've imported the posts themselves from meadowmines to
its chaobell.net doppelganger, and as for the many, many wonderful comments I've gotten on fics there, I'm pulling those off with ljarchive to save for myself but they're not being imported to the blog.  As for this journal, it's in the queue to be imported to its DW doppelganger and I'm also importing posts to its chaobell.net doppelganger and will probably yank the whole schmeer including comments off with ljarchive but not importing them to the DW or blog. (wow, way to eat half a post there LJ)

All I'm going to say is that if I were being interviewed and went on record saying my company didn't give a shit about its existing customers, I'd be fired on the spot.
LOL SHIT SORRY I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS POST TO END UP HERE.

THIS JOURNAL IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE. 

MY BAD.

FINALLY

Jan. 6th, 2012 01:58 pm
chaobell: It is Saxton Hale's garbage. He is already rich. (crap)

SHORTY’S STITCHES ARE OUT

I NO LONGER HAVE TO WATCH HER WITH THE SQUIRT BOTTLE AND BOTTLE OF BITTER STUFF ┬áREADY WHEN SHE STARTS LICKING TO MAKE SURE SHE DOESN”T LICK/CHEW THE STITCHES (not that she really bothered them anyway, about 99% of this was due to my own stupidity and having looked at a website that listed all the possible complications of a spay including what can happen if they gnaw their stitches out–with fucking pictures)

AND IT TOOK LONGER FOR ME TO GET HER INTO THE CARRIER THIS MORNING THAN IT DID FOR THE VET TECH TO REMOVE HER, DE-STITCH HER, INSPECT WHAT WAS LEFT OF THE INCISION, AND STUFF HER BACK IN THE CARRIER

I am a little relieved that this spay recovery is happy end, can you tell

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: It is Saxton Hale's garbage. He is already rich. (crap)

Tuesday morning: Shorty goes to vet and gets spayed.

Tuesday afternoon: Shorty is released from vet; vet tech says “try to keep her from running and jumping on stuff.” “OK,” I say.

Tuesday night: Shorty mostly chills and behaves.

Wednesday morning: Shorty goes LOL IMA DO EVERYTHING THE VET TECH TOLD YOU TO KEEP ME FROM DOING. I call the vet. Vet tech laughs and goes “Yyyyyyeah, they do that sometimes.” We agree that putting her in the bathroom with food, water, litterbox, and sleeping rug–i.e. the usual routine of Putting Shorty to Bed, except at 10 in the morning–and keeping her there most of the time is the best course of action.

Thursday: It is time to give Shorty a fucking enormous$8 pill because she apparently also had tapeworms. I mush pill into a wad of cheese. I eye the wad of loaded cheese and think fuck, this is never going to work. Shorty snorfs down loaded cheese like a champ! And then spends most of the day in the bathroom again. I regain a few sanity points.

Today…

Shorty: *le chilling in living room being good and not running and jumping all over the place*

Me: Wow, you’re being very good this morning.

Shorty: *poing!* *le flipping the fuck out and running and jumping all over the place*

Me: -_-; Okay, is it time to put you back in the bathroom?

Shorty: O_o!? …*le peeling out and running full speed to bathroom*

Me *le putting food in bathroom and quickly closing door* *le quietly having nervous breakdown*

okay look self you have been looking at her incision like ten times a day, she’s not licking it or nibbling on the stitches or anything, it’s nice and calm and normal-Shorty-skin pink and not oozing anything, there are no strange lumps, she’s eating, drinking, peeing, and pooping, you are doing everything you can do to keep her from running around like a crazy animal short of tying her up in a pillowcase with her head sticking out, you are doing everything right, so fucking chill already

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: It is Saxton Hale's garbage. He is already rich. (crap)

Shorty, the Simple Cat.

She was one of the Work Cats. And she’s actually kind of been my cat sort of for a long time now, she just didn’t live with me.

Well… now she does. She always wanted to be an Inside Cat, when we’d open the back door to feed the Work Cats, she’d just stroll right in like she owned the place and look terribly surprised when we caught her and put her back out.

We thought she was dumb as a bag of hammers, but it turns out she’s either some kind of idiot savant or she was just saving up all of her SMRT for learning how to be an inside cat. Because I was sure there were going to be box training issues, seeing as how she’s lived outside and peed wherever for the entire year and a half of her life… but she peed on the floor one time, one time, and then after being shown the box again has never peed nor pooped anywhere but.

…of course she also takes naps and plays in the cat box. And since I don’t know how the hell to break her of that without breaking her of using the box for its intended purpose, you know what, I’m okay with that. We’ll just use clumping litter and be especially vigilant about cleaning the box. Which is not hard when there is this little kitty aria of whiny meowing that basically translates to “I’M POOPIN!!!111!1!” every time she uses the box.

She also spent a solid hour the first day I had her home tripping balls on her reflection in my DDR pad and looking behind it to see where that other cat was. Oh, and she also throws toys in the water bowl. Which is something I thought only Spazz and Mini-Me did.

I think she’s probably going to be an only cat. There’s another one of the Work Cats I’d kind of like to adopt, but Shorty seems perfectly capable of entertaining herself while I’m gone, plus I’m not sure I could stand losing one cat and having the other one grieve itself to death again.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: Pyro taking a walk, firing flamethrower into the air just because. (Default)

(for some reason this didn't crosspost last night)


The first two days after Spazz died, Mini-Me was fine. I got her a new toy mouse, she played with it, she came running up to me to see if I had any Other Cat Smells on me when I got home as always, she ate like she always ate, she could be bought out of my chair with treats, and I thought she was fine and everything would be okay.


Over the next few days she ate less and slept more, and maybe gave her toys a halfhearted swat if I lobbed one in her direction. She lived in my lap most of the time. But she was still getting up to eat and drink and use the box and could hop up in my lap unassisted, so I thought okay, she’s realized that Spazz is gone and he’s not coming back, and she’s never been an only cat and she’s adjusting to that.


Yesterday, she stopped eating, aside from a few halfhearted licks of some gooshy food mixed with baby food.


Today I did not fuck around, I called the vet the minute they opened and took her in, sure that they were going to check her over and go oh yeah, she’s just depressed, we’ll shoot her up with some vitamins and give her some fluid and if she doesn’t start eating in a couple of days bring her back.


Nope. Kidney failure. And the vet said even the most aggressive treatment option they could offer me wasn’t likely to save her–she was younger than Spazz, but not much younger.


So we put her to sleep.


The vet told me, as I held my cat waiting for the sedative to kick in, that she didn’t want to say it in so many words before because she could see I was upset about the possibility of losing two cats in a little over a week but she knew this would be the best thing to do and she believed I had made the right decision.


Maybe someday I’ll start to believe it.


Two cats in a little over a week. This is not fucking fair.


Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: It is Saxton Hale's garbage. He is already rich. (crap)

The first two days after Spazz died, Mini-Me was fine. I got her a new toy mouse, she played with it, she came running up to me to see if I had any Other Cat Smells on me when I got home as always, she ate like she always ate, she could be bought out of my chair with treats, and I thought she was fine and everything would be okay.

Over the next few days she ate less and slept more, and maybe gave her toys a halfhearted swat if I lobbed one in her direction. She lived in my lap most of the time. But she was still getting up to eat and drink and use the box and could hop up in my lap unassisted, so I thought okay, she’s realized that Spazz is gone and he’s not coming back, and she’s never been an only cat and she’s adjusting to that.

Yesterday, she stopped eating, aside from a few halfhearted licks of some gooshy food mixed with baby food.

Today I did not fuck around, I called the vet the minute they opened and took her in, sure that they were going to check her over and go oh yeah, she’s just depressed, we’ll shoot her up with some vitamins and give her some fluid and if she doesn’t start eating in a couple of days bring her back.

Nope. Kidney failure. And the vet said even the most aggressive treatment option they could offer me wasn’t likely to save her–she was younger than Spazz, but not much younger.

So we put her to sleep.

The vet told me, as I held my cat waiting for the sedative to kick in, that she didn’t want to say it in so many words before because she could see I was upset about the possibility of losing two cats in a little over a week but she knew this would be the best thing to do and she believed I had made the right decision.

Maybe someday I’ll start to believe it.

Two cats in a little over a week. This is not fucking fair.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (look at your man)

This is my favorite ever pic of Spazz and Mini-Me, because it looks like I caught Mini-Me trying to stuff Spazz down the drain.

Spazz stopped eating yesterday, then acted like he was doing a little better today and ate a little bit of chicken and a treat and drank some water, and then all of a sudden he got a lot worse. I bundled him up into his carrier, and my stepmom and I took him to the emergency vet, but he died before we got there.

He was 16. I’d had him since he was 8 weeks old.

Goodbye, buddy. I love you.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Two things:

Oct. 6th, 2011 10:56 am
chaobell: (look at your man)

First thing:

Doot doo de doodled at work yesterday.

Second thing: required viewing, presented with no further comment.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (look at your man)

Yeah, I got Nintendogs 3D. I got the Golden Retriever version because it came with the dachshund available right out of the box, and I was going to roll a black and tan and name him/her Bratwurst.

And then I just had to go and look at the other breeds.

Like the Shiba Inu. Which almost did me in. But then I saw the pugs, and saw this little gal, and… well.

Her name is Stinky (because she has a skunk stripe… sort of). She can sit and give paws.

And apparently I will be able to go back to the kennel at some point and also get a kitty.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (this thread is now diamonds)

OH MY GOD HASBRO IS BRINGING JEM BACK

DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME

ALSO HASBRO I BETTER SEE SOME LIGHT-UP JEMSTAR EARRINGS THIS TIME OR THERE WILL BE TROUBLE UP IN HERE I AM JUST SAYING.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (entei: dude wtf)

The Houston Area Ghostbusters may be passing on a zombie walk that’s set to go on next weekend.

The one we just did this past weekend was fun. Zombies, upon discovering a Subway on the corner they were stopped at waiting for the police escort to wave them through, flailed against the windows and groaned “SUBWAY! EAT FLESH! EAT FLESH!!” much to the amusement of the patrons therein. Zombies lurched in the general direction of cars and pedestrians and nobody got hurt or angry or offended.

The one next weekend has rules that make me wonder if there is some variant of zombie somewhere that politely shambles in a straight line with its eyes forward and hands at its sides, groaning softly so as not to disturb any surrounding living people.

Oh, and it also bans all weapons including “imaginary invisible ones.” I am not even making that up. ThinkGeek is doing some kind of Random Crap giveaway today and there was a blank on the entry form for a stupid question one might have; I linked to these rules and asked them if they thought I could get away with keeping my imaginary invisible gun holstered or if I should just leave it in my imaginary invisible car.

…yeah, I’m totally drawing a Polite Zombie right now. BRRRAAAAAAAINS plz. … …THAAAAAANK YYYRRRRRGH. … …NAAAAAAAPKRN plz. *dab dab*

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (oh shit)

Hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your ex-husband because Sadako Yamamura is cursing errbody out there.

Mostly gouache (which I have never really messed with before but am really starting to like because for one thing it is one metric fuckton more forgiving than watercolor) with a bit of watercolor and marker and a little touchup in Photoshop.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (look at your man)

Got Pokemon Black this weekend.

Friend code is 4169 7103 9170 if that is a thing you do.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (ph00d)

The Chicago Ghostbusters posted an Ecto Cooler recipe. Now to be quite honest I barely remember what Ecto Cooler actually tasted like, but this stuff is still good. It is also good made with Splenda instead of sugar, just so you know.

Also, note to self: next time you decide to make spicy Thai noodles, get the wider rice noodles and not that nest of vermicelli. I will be sweeping up little bits of noodles FOREVER.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

chaobell: (look at your man)

If ever there was a platform that needed, that absolutely direly NEEDED-like-oxygen a Fatal Frame game developed for it, the 3DS is motherfucking IT.

NOA AND TECMO, MAKE THIS SHIT HAPPEN.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

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