raincitygirl

Young Miss Weaver is still on her enforced diet of special (read: expensive) food that you can only buy at the vet. It must be really bland because she's only eating 2 of the itty-bitty cans a day, when the vet said she was supposed to be eating 4. But I got tired of putting the food out and watching it spoil, especially when it costs so much. On the bright side, she's stopped throwing up, and she's getting her energy back. She went racing madly around the apartment yesterday night, in a way she hasn't done since she got sick. Only a week and a half more until I can start reintroducing her regular food, and see if she's better.

Have The New Yorker's hilarious review of Fifty Shades of Grey. I haven't read the book nor seen the movie (not trying to be a snob, they just don't especially seem like my kind of thing), but damn, the review is so funny. Movie reviews are always better when the reviewer didn't like the movie.

And

commodorified riffs hilariously on names right here.