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Did you know that people actually LIVE in Greenland? Over 56,000 of them (as of 2014). I had absolutely no idea that anyone lived there. I should have realized, because the Canadian Inuit live in some VERY icy parts of the Canadian Arctic, but I hadn't realized the Inuit were in Greenland too. Apparently the population is 88% Inuit (including people of mixed Inuit and other descent), and 12% other, most of them Danish people. Because Greenland is an ex-Danish colony, and now an "autonomous country within the Danish Realm". I guess it's a bit like the British Commonwealth, but with more icebergs.

Oh, and Cineplex apologized profusely for the ghastly technical problems we had with the Special Event broadcasting of "Romeo and Juliet" from the Garrick Theatre. And more to the point, while they didn't refund my $45, they are going to mail out 2 Courtesy Passes to me. Can be used at any Cineplex theatre, for any movie, including the fancy schmancy Ultra AVX and 3D showings. So I'm content now, knowing I can take someone to a movie for free.

Uncle #1's 40th birthday gift to me arrived, but alas, the glass is broken. Fortunately he insured the package before he sent it, so he'll get his money back, but I'll have to get the glass replaced. It is one of his own paintings, framed, evidently.
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[personal profile] tatjna over on LJ has a really interesting take on body-shaming and THOSE naked statues of Donald Trump, a.k.a. it's still body-shaming even when the person it's happening to is someone you loathe. I was already uncomfortable with the statues, but I couldn't put my finger on exactly why. Tats articulates it beautifully.

And I remain vaguely uncomfortable with commercial surrogacy, particularly commercial surrogacy in underdeveloped countries, so this article was timely. Cambodia Proves Fertile Ground for Foreign Surrogacy after Thailand Ban: Surrogacy Agencies Outlawed in Thailand, India and Nepal have Upped Sticks for Cambodia, Where the Practice Remains Unregulated.
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Ai yai yai, today was a crazy day, both emotionally (anxiety spikes) and physically (recurrence of tummy troubles). Thank you for the replies to my posts earlier today, and I'll get to answering them as soon as I can.

But here's something hilarious I stumbled across while waiting for the second Gravol to kick in. Acidic Toronto Star article summarizing the Ryan Lochte Olympic robbery brouhaha. Maybe it's the Gravol talking, but I giggled and giggled and forgot all about my tummy trouble for a little while.

And now to bed.
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Would anybody like a slightly used domestic shorthair cat? Because she is working my last nerve. Yesterday she managed to jump on the kitchen counter and knock a full plate of food to the floor, breaking the plate and scattering my dinner all over the linoleum. AND she knocked over her water bowl, walked through the ensuing puddle of water, and then tracked muddy paw prints all over the bed sheets, which meant I had to strip the bed. She's not usually LIKE this. I want my normal cat back, not Ms. Klutzy McClumsyson.

Does anybody on my f-list/dwircle have any experience with buying movies and TV shows on iTunes, rather than buying physical DVDs and Blu-Rays? I am running out of bookshelf space on which to put my plentiful collection of geeky media. If you buy the thing on iTunes, do you have to watch it on your laptop screen, or can you hook up your laptop to your television? And if the latter, how difficult is it to do, on a technical level? What are the pros and cons of having media stored digitally rather than physical discs? Thank you in advance for your expertise and advice.

I feel gross and don't wanna go to work. I'm going to drag my carcass there, but I intend to bitch about it.
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Have had a haircut and am now annoying the cat by refusing to feed her early. She doesn't get dinner until 4:30 pm at the absolute earliest, and it's now 3:27 pm.

Speaking of cat, after several days of playing phone tag with the nice new vet, I finally talked to her this morning. Her taurine levels are just dandy, and she (vet) is not particularly worried about her (cat's) heart. However, just to completely rule it out, she'd like to do a heart X-ray when YMW is in and under general anaesthetic for her dental work in early September. If her heart is enlarged, which it probably isnt, it would show up on the X-ray. It only costs $120 and 80% of that is covered by YMW's pet insurance, so I said yes, go ahead. At that price it's worth it just for the peace of mind, and as she'll already be conked out for the dental (since you don't do dental work on cats who are awake if you want to keep all your limbs) they can just stick her in the X-ray machine and she'll be none the wiser when she wakes up with her mouth all minty fresh.

Don't wanna go back to work tomorrow, sulk, sulk.

Several people on my f-list/dwircle (naming no names) are experiencing serious or potentially serious health problems. World, kindly quit picking on MY friends!
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Ugh. So, um, the Cineplex Special Event thing my dad and I went to yesterday? Massive failure of epic proportions. We saw the Kenneth Branagh-directed Romeo and Juliet at the Garrick Theatre in London's West End, broadcast in the International Village Cinema in Vancouver. I was already feeling kind of shaky, had left work early on Friday due to horrible nausea, so I wore lots of layers to compensate for the heat outdoors and the air-conditioning indoors. The tickets weren't refundable, so I grinned and bore it.

First off, it started 25 minutes late. We and the other movie goers sat for 15 minutes in total darkness while they forgot to start the damn movie. So after 15 minutes I left the theatre and told the manager, "Um, the movie was supposed to start a while back." It took another 10 minutes for it to actually start.

Then midway through Mercutio's duel with Tybalt, the movie stopped altogether and the screen went fuzzy. We waited for a while, then another patron went to tell the manager that the movie had succumbed to technical difficulties at a crucial point in the plot. They eventually got it started again, but had to skip over quite a few rather important scenes. We missed everything from Tybalt stabbing Mercutio, Romeo killing Tybalt, etc. and the recording eventually started up again at the "Tis the nightingale and not the lark" scene. Read more... )

Anyway, I'm off to take a cool shower (it's SOOOOOOO hot outside, and inside) and then catch up on my f-list/dwircle, which I have neglected for several days. And I have a hair appointment, so I have to get dressed.
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So, Telus gave me a brand-new free Otter Box yesterday for my phone. I went in just after work because a portion of the touchscreen has become unresponsive lately. I thought it might be a problem with the Otter Box's clear plexiglass screen, which covers the actual iPhone touchscreen. I tried to take the case off, to figure out for sure whether it was the Otter Box screen or the actual screen underneath, but I couldn't get the damn case off. So I figured it was a Friday, I didn't have anything else to do after work, may as well ask Telus (who sold me both the phone and the case last spring) to take the case off, and if it proved the case was the problem, get them to sell me a new case.

I went in, and both the sales associates were with other customers. So I sat down on a comfy chair, tuned into the wi-fi and enjoyed the air-conditioning. I waited about half an hour, which was partly because I let a rather flustered elderly lady who came in after me go ahead of me. My mummy raised me to be polite, and the lady just needed a new charger and some reassurance. I'd been waiting for so long that a few more minutes didn't seem to matter.

Anyway, one of the sales guys, who turned out to be the assistant manager actually, finally came over, I explained the problem, and he said, "Oh, we'll just do an exchange on the case." I was surprised because I'd bought it over a year ago, and didn't have the receipt any more. But he said it was just fine, took the old case off and put a new one on for me, then bid me adieu and greeted the next person waiting.

It wasn't until I'd left the store that I realized in fact the unresponsive patch on the touchscreen was still unresponsive. I suppose I should've gone back and gotten them to take their shiny new case back and give me back my old case. But I didn't, because I'm a bad person. Got home, did Live Chat with Apple, as the Applecare hasn't expired yet, and it turned out the problem was a software issue, not a hardware issue. It wasn't the touchscreen at all, it was just wonky software, easily fixable. So now I have a fully functioning phone and a beautiful new case, all for the princely sum of zero dollars.

I salved my conscience a bit by emailing Telus and telling them how fabulous the customer service at that store was. I didn't rat the guy out for giving me a free case, as I didn't think his employers would appreciate it. Just said the customer service was stellar. Otter Boxes are fabulous. Sister once dropped her iPhone onto concrete from a great height (long story) and the Otter Box broke, but the phone didn't have a scratch on it. I'm a butterfingers, so having a heavy-duty case, particularly with a durable screen cover, is important to me. Plus, otters are cute. Otter Boxes are made of plastic, BTW, they're not made of otters.
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Vancouverites who've been to both Faubourg and to Laduree, which has better macarons? Laduree is more famous, but they're new to Vancouver, and I haven't actually tried their wares (yet). I have tried Faubourg's macarons, and they seem great to my uneducated palate. If I were giving a box of macarons as a gift, which would you rather receive?
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I finally know WHY I’ve been feeling so miserable the past few days. Quite apart from the external stressors, I woke up this morning and found I had my period. It’s over a week early, which isn’t FAIR, but at least I know now it was partly PMS causing me to have such a bad week. Maybe it’ll start to improve now.

I talked to my mum this morning, she put Niece on speakerphone, and she said “Hi [Rain’s real name]” very distinctly. Not bad for 2 years old.

I have left a caustic (but hopefully still dignified) 1 star review about Vancouver Animal Wellness Hospital on Google. It would’ve been a 0-star review, but Google doesn’t allow you to choose less than 1 star. The nerve of that wretched place, making a terrified ex-feral cat go to the vet over and over, and have invasive tests she didn’t need.

Not to mention scaring the life out of me saying Young Miss Weaver urgently needed to see a cardiologist. I dreamt yet again last night that she died of a heart attack. In my dream I woke up, and she was lying next to the pillow in full rigor mortis. I woke up for real, heart pounding, could see her curled up beside my pillow in the ambient light from outside, and poked her because she was being so still I was afraid my dream was coming true. She was thoroughly indignant about being poked when she’d been sleeping soundly, jumped off the bed and stalked away in a huff.
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So, Young Miss Weaver saw the different vet yesterday, and yes, her heart rate at the vet is still very high. However, she wants me to listen to YMW's heart rate once a day when she's relaxed and write down the number of beats I count. She will check in with me by phone on Thursday and if her resting heart rate is normal, then this vet says there's no need for her to see the cardiologist.

I think I may switch to this vet, partly because she seems to take a less interventionist approach, and partly because this practice charges significantly lower rates than her current practice does. They gave me a written estimate for dental work, and it's literally about half the price I paid for YMW's first set of dental work in 2014. The waiting room is a lot less fancy, and they don't submit the insurance paperwork on your behalf like her current veterinary office does, but it won't kill me to fill it out and fax it in.

If YMW drops dead of a heart attack in a few months, I will of course feel horrendously guilty that I didn't take her to the cardiologist as her original vet wanted!
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It is hot out there. And in here. Happy Pride weekend, fellow Vancouverites. For heaven's sake wear sunscreen, and a wide-brimmed hat would probably come in handy too. Don't forget, don't set an alarm for Monday morning, because it's a statutory holiday, yay!

Brother sent me the list of birthday items he would like from me (in our family we give each other shortlists, to preserve some level of surprise but ensure we don't get stuff we don't want), and it's ALL religious books. I'm getting him a used copy (in good condition) of one of the religious books he wants, plus Naomi Novik's "League of Dragons", which he didn't ask for, but I'm pretty sure he wants. At any rate, he said he wants to borrow it from me once he gets back to Vancouver, but I have it as an ebook, so he can't borrow it.

Amusing article about why Canada always struggles at the Summer Olympics. I still remember watching on TV as Ben Johnson won the gold medal in the 100 metre race in 1988, and then the furore after he failed a drugs test. Interesting factoid: when he won, he was "Canadian sprinter Ben Johnson". When he failed the test, he suddenly became "Jamaican-born sprinter Ben Johnson". I was only 11 at the time, didn't pick up on that particular nuance by myself, but I remember reading it in the newspaper and realizing the journalist was entirely right.

Amazon.ca had "Angel: The Complete Series" on for $42.99 yesterday, so I bought it. Now I look at it today, it's $49.99. I guess I ordered it just in time!

So, anybody up to anything interesting today?
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Could someone please explain to me why vegan baked goods taste so ghastly? Today I paid cash money for a vegan, gluten-free chocolate cupcake at a café, and I assure you that it was taste-free as well. I’ve eaten GF baked goods many times before (my mother is celiac) and they tend to be somewhat denser than stuff with wheat flour in it, but they’re not usually terrible. This vegan cupcake was terrible. I didn’t finish it, which is highly unusual for me.

And the chocolate icing on the cupcake was actively disgusting. You can make perfectly nice “butter” cream icing using margarine made from vegetable oils, I know that for a fact because I’ve made it. So why was this particular “butter” cream so revolting? It makes no sense! And how on earth have untalented vegan bakers managed to taint chocolate for me? I need to stop by Purdy’s on my way home tonight and pick up some real chocolate that actually tastes good, in order to erase the nightmarish memory of the vegan cupcake from my poor taste buds. I devoutly hope there are some talented vegan bakers out there, and all vegans aren’t stuck eating disgusting cupcakes.
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I went looking for Besame's 1946 Red Velvet lipstick at my local Sephora on behalf of a friend. Yes, that is the lipstick Hayley Attwell wore in "Agent Carter". Friend had been told by her Sephora in the States that they only carry Besame products online, not in the physical stores. The last time I was in Sephora here, though, the salesperson humble bragged about the store being one of the largest and best-stocked in Western Canada. So I figured they might carry it.

Alas, Canadian Sephora also only carries that lipstick online. But it wasn't a total waste of a visit. The saleswoman was all, "Oh, are you looking for the Peggy Carter lipstick? We've had quite a few requests for that one." And then she noticed that I was wearing earrings with Captain America's shield on them and complimented me on them. So it's official, Sephora employs some geeks.

On Tuesday night I finally dropped off around 3:30 am, only for my alarm to sound at 6:30 am. Last night (so Wednesday night), I got to sleep around 11:30 pm, but alas woke up at 4:30 am. So I've had 8 hours of sleep, which is great. Except you're supposed to get 8 hours of sleep in ONE night, not over the course of 2 nights.

I am reading Andrew Roberts' "The Holy Fox" all about Lord Halifax who very nearly became Prime Minister of Britain in 1940 instead of Churchill. Roberts apparently has some controversial views, about what I've already forgotten, I'm afraid, but the book's good. Heavy, though. I got it out of the library. I've been spoiled by e-books, which fit neatly on my phone. If it gets less stiflingly hot, I will look up Roberts and his controversial views.

Uncle #1 told me all about General Montgomery, whose wife died young, but who gave him one son before she died. Apparently Montgomery, Jr. flatly refused to go into the Army. He'd probably had enough of army discipline growing up. Could be worse. I know someone whose great-grandfather was a brigadier-general in the British Army, and apparently something of a domestic tyrant to his wife, son and daughter. The son earned the brigadier's eternal enmity by declaring himself a conscientious objector in 1939. It sounds like the son didn't lack for personal courage, as he drove an ambulance in London during the Blitz and managed to lose a leg in a bombing-related ambulance accident. But the brigadier never forgave him for losing the leg as a civilian rather than a soldier.

OK, it's nearly 7 am. Time to get dressed and go to work. What are the rest of you up to today?
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Went to Catfe today after work with a friend. Yes, it's a cafe, with shelter cats just hanging out. I managed NOT to adopt any of them, although they were all exceptionally mellow and adorable. I suspect only kitties with a certain temperament get chosen to be feline ambassadors at the cafe. There was a mum and a little girl of about 5 there, and this kid played with one of the cats and a wand toy with feathers on the end for a good 40 minutes. I kept thinking either the little girl or the cat would get tired of the game eventually, but neither of them did. Also, I had a very tasty veggie quiche. The cafe is in the International Village mall near Stadium - Chinatown Skytrain station.

Young Miss Weaver came UNGLUED when I got home, and she smelled strange cats on me. She is a typical only child, does not share well with others.
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Feeling really good about the decision to take YMW to a different veterinary clinic for a second opinion about this supposed urgent cardiac crisis. I'm not sure what that second opinion will be, but at least I'll have more info. It is, after all, the second time in a month her vet has wanted her to see a specialist.

Speaking of YMW, I haven't seen her in 4 hours. I think she's sulking after yesterday's trip to the vet for the blood draw.

Mum came over and we spring-cleaned my closets, which sorely needed it. What is every body else up to this fine Sunday afternoon?
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Sigh. Had a 14 minute conversation with New-ish Veterinarian last night which left me feeling...conflicted. Bottom line, even though the veterinary ophthalmologist gave YMW a clean bill of eye health, NV is still worried. I'm taking her in today for a blood draw with a vet tech, because she wants to check her for taurine deficiency. Taurine lesions are the official name for the lesions on YMW's eyeballs, caused by malnutrition as a feral kitten. And some adult cats have difficulty absorbing taurine, which means, if YMW is one of those, taurine supplements in her food.

More ominously, she also wants YMW to see a cardiologist. The last couple of times she's been in, she's had a very high heart rate and slightly low blood pressure. That could just be because she's a feral cat who's terrified of being caged and being at the vet. But NV has been doing some reading and taurine deficiency damages the heart. So her high heart rate/low blood pressure combo could be a symptom of heart problems. Which are apparently very treatable with medications, but the absolute minimum the veterinary cardiologist is going to charge is $250 for a consultation fee, plus any tests he wants to order.

Sigh. Again. I love my cat, but I'm not sure I have the money for all this. Even with the insurance reimbursing me 80%, i'm still shelling out a lot out of pocket. Plus there are the taxi rides, and the time off work. Mum thinks I'm nuts even to consider it. In her day, growing up in the country, cats were mousers, working animals. I don't know if NV is just being super-conscientious, or if I'm being taken for a ride.

Edited to add: And thanks to excellent advice from my f-list/dwircle, I have made an appointment for YMW to see a vet at a different animal hospital next Sunday, so I can get a second opinion before I go ahead with the cardiology stuff.
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I have cramps. Being a girl sucks.

Also, I hate my job. It's entirely possible that the cramps are related to me hating my job at the moment. I didn't hate it yesterday. I wasn't crazy about it, but I didn't completely loathe it.

Oh, and I went to renew my library card, and discovered I had $22.60 in fines. Boo, hiss!

But I have chocolate, so maybe this evening is looking up. And Young Miss Weaver has decided to forgive me for grabbing her and forcing her into her carrier, then taking her to That Place, where the veterinary ophthalmologist scared her out of her wits. She sulked all yesterday afternoon and evening after our return.
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Since I know you're all waiting with bated breath to hear the results of Young Miss Weaver's visit to the veterinary ophthalmologist, so short version: everything is absolutely fine. Long version: the lesions on her eyeballs that her regular vet spotted are due to malnutrition as a feral kitten. Extremely, extremely common in cats from a feral background. They will NOT get worse, because she's on a good diet now.

The eye infection is not an infection, which they know from the tests her regular vet ran a week ago, all of which came back negative. It's feline herpes-related. Typically happens on a 3 week cycle and gets better on its own (just as it's been starting to do these last few days). Triggered usually by stress. If it comes back and/or gets worse, I should start adding an amino acid called lysine to her food, which will treat the herpes. It won't make it go away because herpes is for life, but it will ameliorate her symptoms. P.S. Feline herpes is not sexually transmitted! I also have a list of possible symptoms which should alarm me and for which she should go back to the vet, but she doesn't currently have any of those symptoms.

Oh, and she clawed the veterinary ophthalmologist on the leg. Poor woman.

Phew!
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I simply must go to the bank and pick up my new cheques. They've been sitting there for over a week now.

That damn cat's eye infection seems to be finally starting to clear up as of this morning. We see the veterinary ophthalmologist on Monday, so this is just bloody typical. She's probably going to think I'm a weirdo who takes the cat to the vet for no reason. I'm pretty sure it's the same veterinary ophthalmologist who removed Tiny Attack Dog's eye many years ago. There can't be that many female veterinary ophthalmologists in New Westminster.

I still miss TAD. My mother's new dog, Venus Fly Trap, is delightful in his own quiet way, but TAD had oodles of personality. Like when Mum fell down the icy front steps of her old house (before she downsized to the apartment), and TAD, a fluffy little Shih Tzu, held off the paramedics with ferocious growls and lunges. They ended up calling a second ambulance crew to distract the dog so they could load my poor mum into the first ambulance. And TAD wasn't scared of Brother, which VFT is. Poor VFT was a rescue, and he's scared of men. It demoralizes Brother, who is fond of animals, and doesn't like seeing the dog cringe when he comes near.

On the bright side, re: Young Miss Weaver, I called the insurance people and they said if she had to have residential treatment (i.e. stay at the animal hospital while the vet techs medicated her eyes a few times a day), they would very likely reimburse me 80% of the cost. I have just had absolutely no luck getting the damn antibiotics in her eyes. But at the same time, i would miss her, and she'd be miserable stuck there. Well, we'll see what the V.O. says.

I always used to think of Nice as the setting for Agatha Christie's "Murder on the Blue Train". Well, technically the murder took place on a train between Calais and Nice, but most of the action and Hercule Poirot's investigation took place in Nice. Now I'm thinking of it as the place where at least 84 people (the death toll is likely to rise, apparently) met a senseless end for the high crime of going out and watching a fireworks display on a national holiday. Daesh has claimed responsibility, but it sounds like an opportunistic claiming of responsibility, given that the murderer's neighbours say he didn't even attend a mosque. I don't like calling them ISIS. Mainly because I know a preteen girl whose name is Isis, and the poor kid is probably going to end up changing her name as a teenager.

And the coup in Turkey seems to have fizzled out. I can't STAND President Erdogan (who is a power-hungry autocrat), but I suspect a successful military coup might well have made things even worse. Look at what's happened in Egypt the past few years. Erdogan will likely take bloody revenge on the plotters and use this as an excuse to stifle dissent even more.
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A terrorist attack in Nice (84 people dead, gawd almighty!), an attempted military coup in Turkey, that 5 year old who went missing in Calgary has been found....dead, would the world PLEASE stop giving me nightmares? It's 6 am and I'm eating Haagen-Dazs for breakfast because I woke up early on a Saturday. The world sucks.

After I finish my bowl of ice cream, I think I'm going to read some Dorothy L. Sayers. That should be calming.
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