Some good news

I'm going back to work on Thursday. Same job I had before.

Washburne Van Gogh

Behold, our new kitty.

Washburne - from the Firefly character, because of his friendly demeanor.

Van Gogh - after Vincent Van Gogh. His left ear had mites which cut off some blood vessels, preventing it from growing properly.

Wash is about three years old. He was abandoned by a previous owner. Another couple had found him in their back yard and fed him for a little while, but as they had two cats (and a third that recently died of cancer), they weren't ready to take him in. So they talked to their friends, and their friends work with my friends, who knew we are very kitty friendly. The couple has paid for all of his shots and other medicine. We have to wait a few weeks before taking him in for the Big Snip.

Wash has kitty HIV. It's not a big deal for cats as it is in humans. But if we adopt another cat while we have Wash, it should already have HIV, otherwise Wash will infect it.

We've had him for two hours now. He's making himself comfortable on the couch, sleeping next to me.

Sorry for the spam

My email account was hacked. BOOOO! Ah well, one new password later...

Table giveaway

I've had this table since I first moved to Astoria, and it has served me well. It's bade of a ballistic textured plastic and can hold up to 400 lbs. Six feet long, 30 inches deep, and 30 inches tall. It locks into position when unfolded. Each half has a handle so it stays closed when you're carrying it.

The table is now redundant in this apartment. Jillian doesn't want it around, and I don't want to throw it out. I paid $80 for it six years ago, and there's nothing wrong with it.

If anyone is interested in taking it (or know someone who would), please let me know. Otherwise, it goes on Craigslist.

It comes in black.

Modified Lamborghini Ankonian.

File this under Crazy NYC Stuff

We were in Jersey on Sunday with Mike helping a friend prepare a nursery in his house. A decent time was had by all.

The subway trip home was interesting, though.

Macho bullshit gym-rat jock asshole and his stripper girlfriend (whose relationship likely started sometime last night) get on at Union Square. Jock asshole starts broadcasting to the train that he's called "AKA Mr Biggest Dick" and begins comparing his orgasms to quarts of milk, while she swung around on the pole.

This goes on for a few minutes. Jillian had zero tolerance for this crap and put on her headphones to tune him out immediately. I took the time to think of what to say.

"Excuse me, could you not talk like that in public? Everyone can hear you."

He started shaking his head in disbelief, as though I was lowly scum seeking manna from the gods. As though I was a "hater".

"I don't care about you, I can do whatever I want."

"I don't care about you, either. But more people here don't want to hear your bullshit. Your friend might, but no one else does."

"I don't care about you - "

"Obviously. Is this how you talk in front of your mother? Your sister? No one else wants to hear your vile crap."

"I don't care about you, I'll be all over you before you even know."

"That's great. How about being a man instead of a boy?"

At that point he just stews and talks other crap to his friend, just a lot quieter, and glared at me. I get the knife in my Leatherman ready, hidden in my bag just in case, because he did make a thinly veiled threat. And I just smiled.

The woman he was with handed him a package of Tootsie-Pops. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a box cutter. Once he was done, it went back into the bag, and the bag went onto his back. I kept smiling.

Fortunately, they got off the train a couple of stops before we did.

One Year Ago Today...

Jillian and I became a couple. It's been a very good year. I'm looking forward to so many more.

No power, sort of.

Since yesterday, we don't have power in the living room, nor do half of the lights in the apartment work. The circuit breaker seems fine. We've called ConEd, who aren't helpful. We talked to the superintendent, who checked things out in the basement and couldn't find anything wrong. He's supposed to call us with a number for a good electrician today.

This really sucks, because I can't use my computer for art stuff I really need to work on. We're camped out in the bedroom. I'm using a netbook and leaching wireless signals from a neighbor.

Sucky week so far.

EDIT: Wednesday, 12:05 AM

All better now. The electrician that I looked up myself (still no word from the super) and contacted around 3 PM came by at 9 PM. He took apart a couple of lighting fixtures and found the problem. It was a very easy fix. He also replaced a faulty outlet. We got a very good price. He was out the door by 10:30.

Laid off again.

Oh, Economy, how could you do such a thing?

Anyway, it's nice to have some free time again.

The sleeping in until 2 PM thing will also be nice, at least for a couple of days.

Muppet-hemian Rhapsody

Oh yes.