WillowDarkling

Another passing of Dumbledore, the second actor Michael Gambon 1940-2023.

So uh, manager got axed but she decided to deadman’s switch and nuke alot of other...enjoyers of group extracurricular activities by sending evidence to HQ directly….
And I knew none of this and walked straight into the aftermath of the hidenburg.
There’s burning bridges… And then there’s nuking the thing.
So the fallout has yet to be determined but on the other hand kinda have to respect going out on your own terms via nuclear fission.

“It’s a foolproof plan.”

SSL maintenance has been done on the archives.  Still working on bug fixes, the day job has been a nightmare. 

Y’all, I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried. I’m editing a new chapter of A New Lease on Life <500 words at a time with ProWritingAid, and the Readability checker gave me such a double take I heard my neck crack. I posted a screenshot on Tumblr because pics or it didn’t happen.
An (admittedly wordy) paragraph got a hard to read flag. Everything is spelled correctly, but it has several big words regarding language and its various parts and traits. You know. Words like consonants, syllables, dialects, and pronunciation. Hard, however, seems excessive.
Right above this paragraph is one marked easy to read. The entire thing is written in (intentionally) misspelled Scots and Scots-Gaelic that gave the spelling and grammar checker a stroke…and it’s easy to read…
…what…the actual…fuck… 

Repeat after me.  “Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies should not be counted as breakfast.”  No, doesn’t work… munch munch.  🍪 🍪

Unfortunately, the cat’s never going to be old enough for a beer.  He’s in end stage kidney failure, and I get to call up the vet later today 😢

And now I’ve had my colonoscopy without anesthetic.  The procedure itself wasn’t a problem at all; the hours of horrific diarrhoea before it, on the other hand, now that was nasty.

Wishing the very happiest of birthdays to my dear pippychick, with love and hugs! 

It has been a LONG while since I’ve been active here! And I don’t know how many this will reach but here goes. About ten years ago, someone reached out and I’m guessing gave me a link to one of their stories, possibly for the purpose of me trying to be a beta? I’m not sure: I really suck at being a beta. As shown because I finally went through my files and found it. I’ve already asked my closest friends but it’s a no from them. IF ANY OF YOU HAS EVER SHARED A STORY WITH ME, PLEASE LET ME KNOW: this story is good and I would like to tell the author and apologize. 

You all redecorated… Hope everyone is doing okay. x

Six months to Christmas! 
(that’s all folks.)

The Naming of Cats
T. S. Eliot 1888 –  1965 The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
     It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
     Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—
     All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
     Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—
     But all of them sensible everyday names,
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
     A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
     Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
     Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum—
     Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
     And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
     But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
     The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
     Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
          His ineffable effable
          Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name.
From Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. Copyright © 1939 by T. S. Eliot, renewed © 1967 by Esme Valerie Eliot.

The Naming of Cats
T. S. Eliot 1888 –  1965 The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
     It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
     Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—
     All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
     Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—
     But all of them sensible everyday names,
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
     A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
     Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
     Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum—
     Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
     And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
     But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
     The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
     Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
          His ineffable effable
          Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name.
From Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. Copyright © 1939 by T. S. Eliot, renewed © 1967 by Esme Valerie Eliot.

The Naming of Cats
T. S. Eliot 1888 –  1965 The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
     It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
     Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—
     All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
     Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—
     But all of them sensible everyday names,
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
     A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
     Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
     Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum—
     Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
     And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
     But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
     The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
     Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
          His ineffable effable
          Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name.
From Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats. Copyright © 1939 by T. S. Eliot, renewed © 1967 by Esme Valerie Eliot.

The very happiest of birthdays to WillowDarkling, aka my Neko Wenchling. May this be a fabulous year, my darling! 

Hm… Fun fact if we go by timeline alone.
The Destruction of Raccoon City ( Resident Evil 1998)
And Judgement Day (Terminator August 26 1997 or 1995)
 
Which means Harry Potter and the wizarding world witnesses the muggles destroy a city instantly or major chance the world ends during the events of order of the phoenix via Judgement Day and the rise of machines or the wizarding world witnesses the downfall of voldermort just in time to watch London vanish in nuclear fire.

I had a mini break alone last week.  I had dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant.  Everyone around me was eating fancy meals with glasses of wine and champagne that they were clinking together.  I had pizza, mousse for dessert and a mug of hot chocolate.  I’m a takeaway and fast food joint kind of guy.  These are not my people.

The procrastination station has returned.  We have a chatbox zone again in the forums.

I had a gastroscopy done yesterday, without any sedation, since I needed to drive myself home afterwards and carry on looking after mum.  That was… unpleasant.

The happiest of birthdays to the amazing @Melrick!     

I’m still trying to find a way to ship you some of that Key Lime pie…  

Is it a sign that I’m getting old, or that the parental units are getting old, when the pair of them go down on their hands and knees to peer under the kitchen cabinets, and my first thought is, “Are they both going to be able to get up ok?”….?

Is it a sign that I’m getting old, or that the parental units are getting old, when the pair of them go down on their hands and knees to peer under the kitchen cabinets, and my first thought is, “Are they both going to be able to get up ok?”….?

Is it a sign that I’m getting old, or that the parental units are getting old, when the pair of them go down on their hands and knees to peer under the kitchen cabinets, and my first thought is, “Are they both going to be able to get up ok?”….?

Is it a sign that I’m getting old, or that the parental units are getting old, when the pair of them go down on their hands and knees to peer under the kitchen cabinets, and my first thought is, “Are they both going to be able to get up ok?”….?