aggienaut: (no rioting redux)



   If I may be so bold, I'd like to combine two fairly unrelated things in this entry. First I just wanted to post the pictures above and below of Cato posing particularly dramatically. And as long as I'm posting I've been wanting to rant a little bit about the Viking television series so I'm going to go ahead and do that. (Though I'll point out that viking cats are definitely a thing, we can call Cato "Bjornekatt Loðstjärt."(Bear-cat shaggy-butt))

   Now if I have a bunch of criticisms of the Vikings show it's not because I loathe and despise it but because vikings are near and dear to my heart and the show is almost excellent, except for a few things that really grate upon me, which is why I need to get it off my chest.
   I don't intend to include any spoilers in here except for maybe general comments on the personalities of main characters.

   (1) First of all, worst of all, that friggen "seer" is totally fantasy cliche and stolen whole cloth from the movie 300. I like that supernatural things occasionally happen, but I prefer it when they're portrayed kind of ambiguously like it could have just been a coincidence or someone's imagination, but this permanent character who doesn't look like a realistic normal human, doesn't act like one, and I cant' forget that I saw him looking and acting the same way in 300 is just a huge affront to my willing suspension of disbelief and enjoyment of the film.
   (2) What's with the awful haircuts? I googled around about the historical accuracy of the series before writing this and found some stupid puff pieces about how "yes they did have hair braids like that!" ... conveniently ignoring that I'm prrrrretty sure no one could be bothered to painstakingly shave fashionable portions of their head with the tools at hand (which is to say knives and water that would have to be heated over a fire). I feel like in later seasons they toned this down but in the first season it looked like a bunch of bikers with too much time on their hands escaped from hair design school. Also, it's one thing to have it shaved clean but Ragnar's son Bjorne looks like he has his hair shaved evenly at like a no 4 setting on a clippers, which would also be very hard to maintain without, you know, a clippers.
   (3) The immortality of main characters. It's a classic failing of MOST series that eventually you come to realize none of the main characters will ever die. Without giving too much away, several times main characters appear to be killed in battle, shot up with arrows, hacked and then run over by horses, limp corpse carried away... then it turns out they're alive! And walking talking frolicking about in the next scene. Instead of being on the edge of my seat when it looks like a main characters is about to die in battle, as you'd think they'd want the audience to feel, I just roll my eyes and when sure enough it turns out they're actually alive I groan aloud -- not because I specifically want any of the characters in question to die so much as just, come on man.
   (4) the world revolves around them -- it's also a weakness in a series when you start to feel like there's no world outside what's presently on set, and that they're the most important people in the world. In particular, when the viking king comes and hangs out for most of a season or two and has no retainers, seemingly nothing better to do, it seemed pretty odd to me. Doesn't he have at least a town of his own, and I don't know, a best friend? He just floats around like the secondary character he is and it starts to feel like they haven't filled out the rest of the viking world at all.
   (5) I really think they should have cast said king as Ragnar instead of the guy they did. He actually does seem to have the force of presence expected. The guy playing Ragnar seems like he's trying to channel Johnny Depp but it doesn't work for him. He doesn't have a forceful presence, he has a weird retreating twitching not-making-eye-contact not making decisions presence that doesn't seem to me to fit the part.
   (6) Ragnar Lodbroke means "Ragnar shaggy pants," WHERE ARE HIS SHAGGY PANTS
   (7) The tattoos. Did you know, there IS one reference to vikings "being covered in green drawings," by the Arab diplomat Ibn Fadlan who encountered a group of Varangrians (that is to say Norsemen who had settled in what is now Russia) in Bulgaria. Being as this is the only reference in any record, it is far more likely they picked it up in Russia (there's Siberian tribes known to tattoo -- seriously check out these cool tattoos) than that somehow no one in Europe ever thought to mention it and no tattoo implements have survived among the many oddments that have (I call this occam's tattoo needle).
   (8) This doesn't really bother me like the other things, but while I'm mentioning things, despite the two human sacrifices in the series being portrayed as voluntary, and indeed the priests refusing to take a non-voluntary sacrifice, and there are historical references and evidence of sacrifices, there is no historical reference or evidence of a single voluntary sacrifice.
   (9) Cato reminds me that there's no cats. Hmm that's a good point there really aren't.

   But other than the above points I must say I do find it rather enjoyable. I do really appreciate that they make a lot of references to the sagas and historical events. Presently once a week my friend Billie and I get together and I bring a bottle of mead and we watch a few episodes.

aggienaut: (Numbat)


   One of the best things about my old place, merely a trailer on the farm, was that it came with a farm cat (well five cats and five dogs but there was one cat in particular that sort of adopted me) ... and the only semi heartbreaking thing about moving out is that I've got to leave the cat behind. Granted I'll still see him at work, but gone are the long evenings of him purring on my lap, or kneading my chest as I try to fall asleep... or wanting to be let out at 4am.
   Maybe the following will seem like run-of-the-mill cat things to you but please understand I've always liked cats, BUT have always moved too much to actually _have_ a cat.

   The cat is named Cato ("cay-to" like the Roman statesman, not "caht-oh," that would be dumb), but naturally in my constantly addressing him, his name gradually expanded: to Cato Potato, Cato J Potato, Cato J Q Potatoe, and finally, in my mind at least, I've decided his full name must certainly be considered to be Caticus Maximus Augustus Julius Quintus Potatoe.



   He was an interesting cat, because he could be quite grumpy to the other cats, indeed there's one poor cat he always chases away on sight. He's definitely the alpha cat, but then he is also so loving and sweet to me. Allegedly he was once a feral cat, but he's so well trained -- he's never pooped in my trailer (whereas I let one of the other cats stay in overnight ONCE and it left a steaming cat turd right on my luggage... never again!), and he never uses his claws on me except just a bit maybe when he's kneading on me. He does attack paper towel rolls on sight though, they are his declared enemy apparently.

   If he's stayed in overnight he usually wants out around 4, I don't know if it's because he has to go to the bathroom by then or just liked to hunt in the early morning gloaming. He knows I usually emerge just before 8:00 though and is often waiting for me thereout. I never know if it's because he wants in though or he wants to hang out with me. So the other day I opened the sliding door a cat-width for him but then walked ten feet the other way and turend to look at him. He sat there looking at me and then after a minute or two gave me one definitely "Meow!" as if to say "WTF! Are you coming in or not?" So I went to pick him up, and as my hands came around him he stood up, arched his back a bit and about hopped so I could put my hands under him and pick up his adorable furry self.

   He likes to ride on my shoulders:



   The other day I was heading into town after work. The moment I opened the car door, Cato, whom I hadn't even realized was nearby, jumped into the cab of the truck. It's about 200 meters to the outter farm gate so sometimes I let him ride with me until I get there. By the time I got there he had curled up down in the passenger-side foot-well though. Well I had to scoop him up and eject him but sometimes I wonder if if I took him on a trip he would behave and not run off.

   I swear that same evening when I came back after dark I think I saw him in the bushes by the road a little distance down the way I had gone.

   And he wasn't waiting for me that time, further reason to think maybe I had seen him down the way looking for me. But often when I stop to open the outter farm gate he comes trotting out of the darkness meowing at me, and I scoop him up and take him into the truck cab with me as I drive into the farm.

   Anyway, I've moved off the farm now, and I still see him whenever I'm at work or on the farm, but I'll miss the kind of quality hanging out time I had with him when I lived there ):

aggienaut: (Default)
This morning my cat woke me up by licking me in the face for like 15 minutes straight.

It was sweet and all, but also slimey, rough, and tuna-scented.

Still better than an obnoxious alarm clock or a clock-radio blaring morning talk-radio (why are all stations all talk in the morning? I don't want to wake up to their flippant and shallow radio-host opinions!)
aggienaut: (Bailey)

   Ladies & gentlemen, it is my esteemed pleasure to introduce you all to Pelekea Cachaça, a 12 week old siamese kitten and newest member of my family in Mission Viejo.
   The name is rather an amalgamate of several proposed names. Allegedly "Pelekea" (or some similar spelling?) is Hawaiian for mischief (I haven't been able to fact-check this though, the best I could do is confirm that Pele is the hawaiian goddess of fire, lightning, etc). We expect to call her "Pele" for short, which in the spirit of recent world cup fervor & our Brazilian heritage, is the name of a famous Brazilian soccer player.
   "Cachaça" (pronounced "ka SHA sa") is the national drink of Brazil, and is similar to tequila. It is the fourth most distilled spirit in the world (by volume), but you probably haven't heard of it because only 1.5% of it is exported from Brazil. We expect to shorten this to "Sasha."
   The name Cachaça is also of course in keeping with the same theme as the kitten's cat-cousin Bailey.

   So others are calling her "Pele," but I prefer "Sasha." I dunno, the cat just doesn't remind me of a soccer playing brazilian dude.


In Other News
   Yesterday I went with Shalane to a punk-rock party. It was the awesome. Everyone was decked out so punkish, it was like I was in SLC Punk! I meant to bring a 40 of steel, but Viejo Liquor had none (!?!), so I got Arrogant Bastard Russian Stout instead -- but it tasted like soy sauce and I only drank half the bottle. d=

   Today I had coffee with Mara, who happened to be passing through on her way from causing a ruckus in San Diego back to her home in Los Angeles. Since last mentioned here, Mara has graduated with a bachelors in Art History and landed a sweet swanky job at the Christie's auctioning firm in Los Angeles.

   Today I was talking to Kristy on the cordless phone here (since my cell phone is still without a recharger), when the cordless phone died. I called her back on a corded one, but then HER cell phone died.


Previously on Emosnail
   Two Years & One Week Ago:
Phonepost: Strongest Sauce Message Ever - Hear Kristy's delightful voice as she observes squirrels frolicking.
   Two Years Ago Monday: I Can't Believe I'm Crochety! - With pictures to illustrate the crochetiness & pansy romances. Also, Getting Screwed By The Man Volume II Episode I
   Two Years Ago Wednesday: Photo Essay: San Diego - Went to San Diego with the parents for 4th of July, saw the San Diego sights. Took pictures. Check it out.
   Two Years Ago Yesterday: Pictures of People at Diedrichs - ..featuring Shalane & others
   Two Years Ago Today: All Your Vampire Slaying Needs - Pictures to prove we've got your vampire slaying needs covered.
   Two Years Ago Tomorrow: The International Court of Weak Sauce - I thoroughly critique the ICJ decision vis-a-vis the Israeli wall and conclude that the ICJ is totally weaksauce.

aggienaut: (trogdor)
Snailie Awards 2006
   DELAYED due to sudden occurance of a BBQ. In the mean time, more of the critically acclaimed space cartoon:

The Beginning

Previously

Setting the Scene )



SUBSEQUENTLY )

Previously on Emosnail
   Three Years Ago Today:
Diedrichs Pool Party - Second event or so in the beginnings of the best summer ever, or something. Except that I was not successful in finding the location everyone scampered off to. Also Bullets n Octane & Plain White T's play at Chain Reaction.
   Year Ago Today: Guatanamo Locker Rooms - Several recent reports of so-called "abuse" at Guatanamo Bay sound pretty silly to me: "One detainee who was believed to be leading the protest threw what an MP said smelled like water from the toilet on him. The MP tried to spray water from a hose in response, but the detainee blocked it with a mat. The guard who tried to spray the detainee was charged with assault, given a reduction in rank to private first class, which was suspended, and reassigned to other duties at Guantanamo." Another is demoting for cursing at an inmate, & watchdog groups are outraged that it (the cursing) wasn't reported up the chain of command.

aggienaut: (way emo)

   Today I am writing another paper on Romano-British history. I'm thinking of either doing the "Great Conspiracy" of 367-368 (wherein an apparently coordinated massive simultenious attack by all Roman Britain's enemies brings about complete anarchy for a year or two), or a more detailed examination of the conditions of Constantine III marching out of Britain in 409 with all remaining Roman forces in a (failed) bid for the Roman throne.

   As to my paper on the historical basis of King Arthur, I turned it in a week and a half late, and as a consequence only got a B+. Professor (I saw her today in turning in another paper) said she'd throttle me if I didn't go to graduate school. Of course the plan is law school, not graduate school, but I think I could actually picture myself doing medieval history grad school.


   Anyway, today its...
Installment II of Important Cat Biographies: Frank the Veihmeyer Cat
   For as long as we can remember, Frank has lived on the porch of Veihmeyer Hall on campus. Frank is eight years old, and weighs 14 pounds. Mysterious people (gnomes) take care of Frank, providing him with food and water. He had a nice wooden box to sleep in box some sick twisted bastards who will die a thousand deaths stole it a month or two ago. Frank spends his days lollygagging about in the sun on the nearby steps, skulking in the nearby shrubbery, or having secret adventures.
   I have never seen him more than 20 feet from his box, that within that 20ft radius is the kingdom of Frank, and any student who considers themself a fan of cats either has a fond relationship with him, or is an uncultured boob.

   Being a university cat, he is particularly internet savvy. He has made himself a Facebook account, as well as having a presence on Daviswiki.

   On the 18th of May, however, Frank was seen for the last time. No one knows where he is now. Flyers have gone up in the area of Veihmeyer, as well as relevant webpages. A reward has been offered "for Frank's return OR, at the very least, contact with the person who has Frank and the opportunity to see Frank. His many friends desperately want to know he is alive and well."
   His disappearance is rather a mystery. Many have jumped to the most distressing of conclusions, however there are no obvious cat hazards anywhere near his domain and no one has found any evidence of any mishap occuring to him. Personally, I believe he got a lead on those bastards that stole his box and has embarked upon an epic quest to reclaim what's his and exact vengeance.


Today in 30 in 30: [livejournal.com profile] bartgroks posted an insightful entry about the folly of seeing one's personal automobile as the pinnacle of individualism, not that anyone would say otherwise... [livejournal.com profile] xasitecte posted some symbolic story which frankly I didn't really get ... and I dunno.. I guess I give the pic of the day to [livejournal.com profile] shid, since he had a bunch of pictures of the MV-22 Osprey. Damn ospreys, got me every time in Odell Lake.

Previously on Emosnail
   Three Years Ago Today:
Top (Bottem?) Four Worst Things to Happen To Me This Week - It starts at number four with "getting violated by a Russian" and just goes downhill from there.
   Year Ago Today: Saucy Adventures - Garian visits, I hang out at the former State Dept Foreign Service Director-General's house, Kristy & I invent a new drink we call "Sass in a Glass"...

aggienaut: (Bailey)

   Alright so tonight I'm writing a paper on St Francis of Assisi. Or more specifically, I am to compare and contrast two movies about him, Brother Sun, Sister Moon (1972), in which he's portrayed as a flaming hippie, and Francesco (1989), in which this apparently famous guy named Mickey Rourke plays him and he's a bit more emo and rolling in the dirt oriented.
   Anyway, I really don't mind writing about history, but I hate having to analyze films for a history class. Maybe if I'd signed up for a film class I'd expect this kind of crap, but I didn't. I signed up for a history class, and here I have to write several pages on some crap-ass director in the 70s wanted to portray a 13th century masochist as a hippie.

   Anyway, so yeah I'm disgruntled, and in a hurry, so yeah. But by Wednesday I'll be done with finals, so I'll have almost as much free time as [livejournal.com profile] otimus, so y'all better look out.. at least until I die on the 18th.

No more kisses mom!   So for todays little entry, by popular demand, I am going to talk about Bailey. Bailey appears to be mostly an unusual breed called "Australian Mist," causing him to have an aweomse grey-&-black leopard pattern, with a golden belly. [livejournal.com profile] slosha got him at the Woodland animal shelter when he was wee (and sick). But Sloshie's allergic reactions to cats proved too much so his Other Mother Kristy took over Bailey-raising.
   Because he was really sick for much of his wee-er weeks, he grew accustomed to being held constantly. As a result, he is much more cuddly than most (and especially male) cats. When one comes home after he's been left alone, he'll frequently mew until you pick him up and hold him for a bit.

   Bailey is BFF with Kristy's flatmate Jardine's pet bunny. The bunny was named "Oreo" by Kristy's former flatmate Chrissy, who got him as a gift from some sorority older sib or something. Since Chrissy literally never took care of the bunny, however, it was adopted by Jardine, who just calls him "Mr Buns." Me I call it "Orca," since its patterned like an orca. One thing we can all agree on though is that "Oreo" is a dumb name.
   But yeah, Orca & Bailey are best friends. Also, Bailey is fond of lying about on his back. In fact he's doing that right now! He's such a master of loungin.

   Bailey likes to wake us up in the morning by licking our faces, something that kittenbehaviour.com (or something like that - I don't have time to check facts here) says is a sign of particular loving.


   But he's not all well behaved. He likes to throw fiestas & pool parties. Crap fiestas that is! He gets a little carried away while burying shit in his litter box, and next thing you know he's just watching the litter fly for the fun of it. And then when we are emptying his litter box and have his little gifts all wrapped up in a plastic bag, he likes to bat at it, and we have to say "no bailey, no! NOT a pinata!" And if one leaves the toilet lid up (which is gross anyway people, seriously), he will sometimes decide to throw a pool party in it.

   But mostly he's a good kitty, waging war on his eternal enemy, Dots on Walls, sitting in windowsills, and hanging out with his catmom Kristy. He's one of the most loving cats I've ever met.


And now for the only reason half of you read this crap: Entry of the Day Awards: [livejournal.com profile] xaositecte definitely wrote another entry which will be remembered in blog-memory for years to come (at least when I'm reminiscing about past 30 in 30s) - What the various 30 in 30 participants would do with two cows, respectively.

Previously on Emosnail
   Three Years Ago Today:
Previous Year in Summary - Or at least highlights of it. Yeah and cryptic references to missing my friend Kristy over the summer.
   Year Ago Today: Controversial Sauce II - The Sanctity of Marriage - Man if I'd remembered I'd have linked back to this when I got you all hot & bothered about polygamous marriage this year. Anyway, last year's conclusion: as far as "abominations to the sanctity of marriage" are concerned, divorce is many times worse than allowing gay marriage; or at the very least, allow seperation if people were dumb and make eachother miserable, but disallow remarriage. Also, a picture of a typical Davis student behaving as we typically do.

aggienaut: (star destroyer)

   My friend's page has recently begun displaying a bit weirdly. The grey background is new but not bad, however for some reason comments are now listed above entries instead of below them. Investigating this matter, I discovered that my account had been changed to the infamous S2 format. This means that TAGS work now for this livejournal. Fortunately I've been dutifully tagging entries since the option became available, however as of now only about 40% of the entries created previous to tagging have been tagged. Overall I'm glad the S2 format has been made available with the general appearance of the old one ... just wish the tag view page didn't look so ugly (and I tihnk its only displaying the most recent 20 entries with the specified tag or something).


Addendum: Adventures of the Kitten Patrol!!
   Around about 1:30am Kristy's roommate Chrissy came home and reported that she'd just seen a limping kitten near Olson Twin Hall. Kristy & I of course sprang into action and headed to the scene in her kittenmobile.
   I think we both thought our odds of actually finding the kitten were pretty low but we persevered and lo we found the kitten. Unfortunately, however, he was fast like fire and eluded us. He did however, look well enough nourished, so we concluded he could take care of himself and broke off the pursuit.
   On the way home we encountered yet another kitty. A siamese cat was batting at a plastic bag that was wrapped around a pole by the side of the road. We stopped and investigated. Cat appeared to be in good condition and with a collar, so the kitten patrol called it a night and returned to home base.


Random Fact of the Day:   Wikipedia recently brought my attention to the fact that the New York case Stambovsky v. Ackley, 169 A.D.2d 254 (NY App. Div. 1991) found a house to be legally haunted, thus making it the only legally haunted house in the United States (& probably the world).


Previously on Emosnail - Introducing Tagging Madness!
   Three Years and One Week Ago Today:
Honestly People - There's no such thing as a white lie.
   Three Years Ago Last Friday: Cornish Pasties - I discover the CoHo has cornish pasties. I've never found them there since. )=
   Three Years Ago Last Saturday: How My Cellphone Recharger Got Mailed To Alaska - True story: my cell phone recharger got mailed to Alaska by mistake. Also my friend Kristy convinces me to go to another class with her. It was strong sauce, we learned about chemical & biological weapons and things.
   Three Years Ago Last Sunday: Interviewing for Chief Justice Position - I interview for the position of Chief Justice of the ASUCD Supreme Court. Justice Bernstein also interviewed for the position, but of course I got it. I subsequently had Justice Bernstein removed. Additionally a "peace activist" attacked a College Republican at a peace rally -- while Fitzmorris was using a video camera. (Bernstein's removal was unrelated to his aspirations for the Office of Chief Justice)
   Three Years Ago Last Monday: The Chief Justiceship - I'm confirmed as the ASUCD Chief Justice, just in time to swear Sara Henry & Kalen Gallagher into office. Adrian confirms he's going to live with me the following year, he would turn out to be an awesome flatmate. Was trying to get Don as a flatmate but that didn't pan out. Also, hung out with Sharon1.
   Three Years Ago Yesterday (Last Tuesday): The Undersproul - My friend Kat Isaacson shows up at a party at Chris Mays' place. Also I discover a treasure map indicating that there are tunnels under Olson/Sproul halls. Eventually I would make it into these tunnels. Also a certain girl continues to give completely mixed signals. It would have been much more preferable if she had simply said she wasn't interested instead of agreeing to dates and then coming up with extremely plausible reasons to cancel them. As a result our former friendship was destroyed & we've barely talked since.

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