Wednesday, November 28, 2007

early afternoon

Glowy Eyes Ruin Pictures Worldwide

grumble, grumble, grumble

Nonetheless, it’s not hard to miss the love that little TJ has for Eli.  He’s outweighed by 90+ pounds, yet he’s determined to be pals. (please excuse the nasty eye fix attempt)

Mmmm, sleep.  It’s hard to believe it’s a crime.

A sleeping circle.  When they have more energy, they’re going to try a drumming circle.

late morning

Idiot of the Day - Emma Clarke’s (The Voice of London’s Tube System) Boss

Dear Transport for London Officials, Emma Clarke has been a model employee for eight years.  Okay, I assume she’s been a model employee.  After all, she does voice-over work, what problems could she possibly cause at work?  Anyway, firing someone for having a sense of humor is really quite pathetic.  So she spoofed her own London Tube announcements, so what!  It’s funny.  Haven’t they seen the movie “Airplane”, where they spoofed the airport parking announcements?

Male announcer: The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in a red zone. Female announcer: The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in a red zone. Male announcer: The red zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in a white zone. Female announcer: No, the white zone is for loading. Now, there is no stopping in a RED zone. Male announcer: The red zone has always been for loading. Female announcer: Don’t you tell me which zone is for loading, and which zone is for unloading. Male announcer: Look Betty, don’t start up with your white zone shit again. There’s just no stopping in a white zone. Female announcer: Oh really, Vernon? Why pretend, we both know perfectly well what this is about. You want me to have an abortion. Male announcer: It’s really the only sensible thing to do, if it’s done safely. Therapeutically there’s no danger involved. - from imdb.com

Here are a couple of her spoofed announcements: “Would passengers filling in answers on their Sudokus please accept that they are just crosswords for the unimaginative and are not in any way more impressive just because they contain numbers.”  “We would like to remind our American tourist friends that you are almost certainly talking too loudly.”  I’m an American and I’m not offended, so give the lady her job back.  By the way, you can also join the Facebook group titled, “Reinstate the Tube voice lady!”  Join the 154 of us, fighting for truth, justice, and the sarcastic way.

To hear Emma Clarke’s entertaining spoofs, go here.  Unfortunately, her website has been so overloaded with traffic that she probably couldn’t afford the bandwidth required to keep her recordings available.  I guess maybe I shouldn’t say “unfortunately”, because the traffic means that the word has gotten out that she lost her job because she mocked herself, so she’s probably being offered jobs left and right.  She has a lovely voice - I’d hire her to speak for me.

the wee hours

Bunny Update

Bunny is feeling better.  She’s now comfortably laying down to sleep.  Yesterday she sat up because her lungs were so full that laying down probably felt like drowning.  We’re still not sure what’s happening with her, but it does seem like she was in heart failure and her prognosis isn’t great.  However, I’m going to hope for the best, and hope that we’ll have her around for many years to come.  She and her brother are such great little kittens, it’s hard to imagine them not being around.

Tonight, Leigh-Ann was napping with Carlo snuggled in her armpit and wrapped around her arm.  I brought Bunny over (she prefers a bit more solitude when she sleeps, so she was on my computer desk chair - it has a cushion in it that the cats seem to really like) and settled her down on the middle of the bed.  Her brother streeeeeeeetched out his legs, and then rested his paws atop hers.  And then, I cried.  So, keep your fingers crossed.  We’re not ready to lose any kittens.  We have some seniors (dogs, cats, birds) who we’ve prepared ourselves that we might lose in the coming years, but absolutely no kittens.  Hopefully, next week when she has the echocardiogram, it’ll show that she’s improving and maybe with a daily diet of meds (like her moms!), it’ll keep her going.

I know that people mean well, but when you have a sick young pet, the last thing you want to hear about is helping them “over the rainbow bridge”.  It’s like telling someone that their child is going to die, but you were a good parent, so you should feel good about helping them die.  Ugh.  In fact, I never ever want to hear about the rainbow bridge, even if I’m talking about an ancient pet.  It reminds me of Precious Moments figurines or something, like it’s a way to make death cute.  Maybe it’s the bitter atheist in me, but I prefer to claim rainbows for pretty pictures…and gay people.  Heh.