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I'm still in a really weird place regarding replying to comments. I'm not ignoring anybody who's commented on previous posts, I'm just finding my anxiety is spiking very high whenever I go to READ said comments, so mostly I haven't actually read them. Yet. I will get over this and read them (and reply to them) at some point, I promise.

In the meantime, have a really interesting article about a previous FIFA president, Sir Stanley Rous, in Stanley Rous Remembered, Re-Assessed. Rous was not financially corrupt, but he sounds like as big a bastard as his successor Joao Havelange and FIFA's current President-for-Life Sepp Blatter, in his own special way. He went to great lengths to support apartheid South Africa, and as for the Chile business... Well, the Chile business is detailed in the article. One thing it doesn't say in the article is that the National Stadium in Santiago was in active use as a concentration camp for Pinochet's enemies until TWO WEEKS before the exhibition game organized by FIFA. It says that in another article that I unfortunately forgot to bookmark and cannot find now.

And have a really interesting article gakked from [personal profile] sucrelefey about James Rhodes, a concert pianist whose autobiography can only now be published, after legal challenges delayed publication (in fact, they wanted to PREVENT publication altogether) and forced Rhodes not to talk in public about the sexual abuse he suffered as a child. Not a particularly graphic article, but trigger-y all the same. The one thing I'm not clear on is why actor Benedict Cumberbatch is also in the photo of Rhodes at the top of the article. A supporter, possibly?

I feel like I should post something cute or funny to counteract these gloomy links. Alas, I got nuthin'. On the bright side, I have successfully persuaded my shrink that the Lyrica is not working on my anxiety AT ALL, and we are finally reducing it. He was convinced we just hadn't hit the right dosage yet. But I convinced him otherwise. Go me! And Young Miss Weaver is being very affectionate. Little does she realize that her veterinary doom has only been postponed, not vanquished altogether. Mwahahahaha! Mine is an evil laugh.
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Cutting for a disastrous attempted biopsy on a very unhappy cat who was determined to spread the misery around, Mad Max: Fury Road, and the FIFA corruption indictments:Read more... )
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I don't much care for Essie's Toggle to the Top. I love the name, and it looks great in the bottle, but the polish goes on all...gloopy.

I discovered a fabulous new Mexican restaurant yesterday. Actually, it's been around for almost 2 years, but I've never eaten there before. What a waste of 2 years.

For complicated and boring insurance reasons, YMW's biopsy has been postponed to May 28th. I am submitting a request for pre-approval of the biopsy to the insurance company, and should hear back by the end of this coming week whether it's covered or not. If it's not covered, alas, I don't think it's going to happen. I can't afford to spend nearly $2,000 on vet fees. On the bright side, it's brilliant that they have the pre-approval process. I'd hate to find out afterwards that it's not covered.

I am filled with trepidation over the future of Livejournal and Dreamwidth. I've heard that activity on LJ is way down. I happen to LIKE this journalling platform. I would hate to see it disappear suddenly, lose half my "friends" and be forced to adjust to Tumblr. I don't like Tumblr. It's great for visuals, but as a journalling platform, it kinda sucks.
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Dogs are silly. I was at the vet clinic picking up more anti-nausea meds for YMW and saw a fluffy little Bichon Frise try to attack a German Shepherd. It yanked so hard and suddenly on the leash its owner let go, ran at the German Shepherd growling and snapping, and the German Shepherd let out a massive WOOF and the Bichon Frise scuttled away. I love German Shepherds. If I had a house with a big backyard and unlimited leisure time in which to walk it, I would want to adopt one (probably a troubled one, knowing my history with feline hard luck cases). But YMW would never forgive me. She hates dogs. She always hisses at Venus Fly Trap whenever he and Mum come to visit, and he always looks so hurt.

Gakked from [personal profile] giandujakiss, have the story (with a very happy ending, rest assured) of a stray dog who followed an extreme sports team all through the Amazon.

Gakked from...someone on my f-list/dwircle, the most loud sex complaints to police in the five boroughs of NYC come from this building in Brooklyn. Clearly that's where Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes live. Clearly.

[personal profile] londonkds has a really fascinating post talking about a collection of essays, called "Doctor Who and Race".

And [personal profile] tatjna talks about having made the transition from being working class and poor to middle class and touring a factory floor, and the sense of alienation she feels. Very interesting observations on class and race.
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I know I said I wasn't going to use my credit card for a month, but I am a weak, weak woman. I just bought one of these shirts for Niece. It says, "I'm not a princess, I'm a Khaleesi." I don't watch Game of Thrones, but Sister and BIL do. Plus, Sister is always dressing Niece in pink stuff with frills and ruffles. The shirt is pink, but it has a militant message. Pink but stealthily feminist. Hey, at least I didn't buy nail polish. Progress.

Besides, I was driven to it. YMW threw up all over my bed yesterday. Changing the sheets was *just* what I wanted to do after a long day at work. However, it was the first time in over 24 hours that she'd thrown up, which I'm choosing to take as a good sign. She's having anti-nausea meds with every meal and she's actually eating them. I'm sorry for the obsessive reports on the state of YMW's stomach, which must be very boring for everybody except me.

I'm babysitting Saturday, and am apprehensive. Niece is *exhausting*. Also, if I break her, Sister and BIL will never forgive me. It's not like I can pick up an undamaged replacement at Babies 'r' Us.

[personal profile] legionseagle over on Dreamwidth pointed out that the law school flow chart in my last post actually left out several important boxes.

I overheard the most incredibly transphobic comment on the Skytrain yesterday. I won't repeat it but it had me sputtering indignantly. I was contemplating breaking into the conversation of complete strangers standing next to me when the guy to whom the comment had been made seemed to notice my death glare and drew his conversational partner (the guy who made the comment) away. I didn't feel like following them to the other end of the Skytrain carriage to harangue the guy (although he would've deserved it), so I didn't. Good instincts, but fail on the follow-through. But they were both big guys, so caution kicked in.
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I just received the NICEST comment, feedbacking my feedback on a truly excellent fic. So now I'm beaming at the whole world, in spite of the fact that work is a cyclone, Brother-in-Law can barely walk, and Young Miss Weaver throws up everything I feed her. My obsessive over-analysis of fic I love pays off!

Also, Avengers: Age of Ultron opens on May 1st. Hopefully it won't suck.

Gawked from [personal profile] cofax7, have a flow chart of reasons not to go to law school. Probably essential reading if you're considering law school, but if you're already a lawyer or already in law school, maybe don't read it. It would be discouraging.

The excellent fic in question, BTW, is Julia Roberts Sits on a Throne of Lies, by [personal profile] smithereen, and it's alternately *hilarious* and poignant. It's also unfinished, I feel I should warn people. It's hockey RPF, a Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane AU, set in early 2010 shortly after the Vancouver Olympics (during the season that the Blackhawks would later go on to win the Stanley Cup for the first time in decades). I am so very going to hell. I used to have standards, people. I wouldn't read RPF. But then authors I really loved in other fandoms started to write hockey RPF, and I ended up dipping my toe in the waters.

Oh look, the cat threw up again. Where's the paper towel? I'm so glad I have wood laminate flooring instead of real hardwood. She's definitely going for an ultrasound, as soon as my vet clinic connects with the itinerant veterinary radiologist and figures out when she can fit YMW in.

Edited to add: the above is not meant to denigrate people who cheerfully engage in reading and writing RPF. I just had a thing about it for a long time where I was uncomfortable with it, and then I, well, stopped being uncomfortable with it. Except a little guilt remains. But that's my own thing, not anybody else's.
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That wretched, wretched cat has decided she doesn’t like cooked chicken thigh anymore. And she’s not terribly keen on the Wellness canned food either. I’m not sure how she expects to survive without eating. She ignored the chicken long enough that I had to throw it out, but deigned to eat a few bites of the Wellness this morning, after 24 hours of turning up her nose at all food. I am running out of different foods to try with her. It’s like she thinks she’s Gandhi, or one of the early suffragettes in prison. I will stop at the hipster pet supply store on my way home and buy a few cans of various different brands of food, see if *something* tempts her. The vet said not to vary her diet too much, but the vet failed to take into account the idea that she might go on frelling hunger strike. I may also buy a starter pack of raw food, see if small morsels of that will stir her appetite.

I am getting thoroughly sick of this. Also thoroughly worried, because this is not especially normal behaviour. For five years she scarfed down whatever you put in front of her, and suddenly she’s the pickiest eater who ever picked. To say nothing of the vomiting (oh yes, she's started that again). If she keeps this up much longer, it’s back to the vet for an ultrasound, which she won’t enjoy one bit. I swear, if she turns out to have a terminal disease, I'll break her kneecaps. Except I don't think cats have kneecaps. She's not quite 6, I'm not ready to lose her. If she were 14 or something, I'd be mentally prepared.

Did anybody figure out why on earth UEFA scheduled Bayern v. Porto and Barcelona v. Paris St. Germain at the exact same time? You'd think they'd have had one on Tuesday and one on Wednesday, so people wouldn't have to choose which game to watch. And apparently they were both great games. I am annoyed with Michel Platini right now. I'm sublimating my worry about YMW into annoyance with UEFA, I suspect.
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Young Miss Weaver went back to the vet, and is fine (deeply pissed off, but physically fine). Vet suggests feeding her on a combination of cooked chicken thigh and Wellness canned food for the next four to six weeks and seeing if she mostly keeps it down. If she starts vomiting regularly again, he wants her to have an abdominal ultrasound with a radiologist.

I have extremely mixed feelings about Jose Mourinho (I admire his accomplishments, but think he's one of the biggest managerial brats in ANY sport), but I thought there were aspects of this interview that were interesting. I reproduce the most interesting bits below under the cut:Read more... )

YMW is extremely stoned after I gave her the kitty tranquilizers so I could get her into the carrier. She *thinks* she's not clumsy, and keeps trying to do wildly ambitious things like jump up on the computer desk, only to stumble. Poor creature.


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