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After the first photo. After the seventy-fifth. It is my supreme fortune to be blessed with the most tolerant of dogs. He's a fish sticks. |
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LiveJournal for The Scarlett Dreamery.
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| Monday, April 4th, 2011 |
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After the first photo. After the seventy-fifth. It is my supreme fortune to be blessed with the most tolerant of dogs. He's a fish sticks. |
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| Sunday, April 4th, 2010 |
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We all remember last year....... This year he got his vet present early on Friday. I am pleased to report that he is in great shape. Today he is 4. 4 on 4/4. Considering that it's Easter, that yesterday was Ching Ming, and the mythology of Styx's name, I think it's quite apt. But he is really 4, the age of true adult dogginess. And for some reason, despite the fact that Styx should live a good 8-10 years, I am obsessed with his impending mortality. I blame the recent spate of articles in the NY Times about dogs dying. I have always considered Styx something like a high maintenance toy. But over time, I have come to regard him as a separate living being. This is bad because now, I'm attached to him in more than a sentimental way. And when he goes, it will be a true family death. I've had relatives die on me before, but I was never close to them. I knew this going in, that dogs are an exercise in life and death. I know this is depressing for a birthday post. Birthdays are about celebrating life and gratefulness that someone was born and is part of your world. It is hard to imagine now, how I ever got on without Styx, with his helicopter tail at the door every day, and the unending dog hair in my home, my clothes, sometimes my food, no matter how much I vacuum. He is a headrest, a pillow (that snuggles you back), a foot warmer, a love bug, and a special sort of silliness that brings great joy to my life. Styx, you are 4! |
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| Monday, March 29th, 2010 |
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| Saturday, January 2nd, 2010 |
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Go ahead . . . make my day. |
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| Friday, October 16th, 2009 |
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Dasha donated towels to Styx some months ago. I started tucking them into the edges of his dog bed, thinking it would save me some work because then I wouldn't have to wash the actual bed cover as often. Styx kept pulling the towel up and scrunching it around to sleep with. At first I thought he was just doing that circling pawing thing that all dogs do before they lie down. After awhile I realized, he had also developed some sort of attachment to the towel. I tried to take it away to wash but he got upset about it, as in I would remove the towel and he'd start circling around and whining. Apparently, my dog is a BIG FAT PANSY DOG. Sometimes he just snoogles it. It's always nearby when he sleeps. Just to make sure no one takes it. |
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| Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 |
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I forgot to mention--on the way home from the NJ Bar, we stopped at Matt’s Red Rooster Grill to celebrate. Never mind being so unbelievably tired. A stop at Matt’s was in order. To Great Victory! We got a patio table and they set Styx up with his own plate and water. I did not sleep away the day after the Bar. I woke up the next afternoon to help Trevor move. Ryan was coming back from WA (and is now back--yay--told you so dance!) and Trevor had to move to a bigger place. Helping Trevor move sucked, namely because he wasn’t fully packed, we had one night, and Trevor lived in a 4th floor walkup of an old Victorian townhouse (i.e. super-tall stairs and abnormally tall floors). (I live in a 4th floor walkup right now but it would only come up to about 2/3 the height of Trevor’s old building). I’m pretty handy in a move because I’ve got a lot of experience (a dozen times in ten years!), I’m good at packing, and I can always get stuff to fit (safely). What I’m not however, is a good mover because I lack the big and burly. Unfortunately, what Trevor really needed that night was a good mover, but it was just him and me. Determined to be just as good a helpmate to Trevor as he had been to me during the Bar, I attempted to compensate for my lack of the big and burly by making extra trips. True, I could not carry the big boxes, but I could carry a lot of medium sized boxes many times. And so I did, up and down four flights, for the next 12 hours, till about 8 the next morning. That was not too bad I thought, when I collapsed into bed at 9. The real problem started when I woke up around 5 and I physically could not remove myself from the bed. Lying down was all right but any lifting movement = shooting pain. I gave up after a few minutes and just went back to sleep. Trevor came home about 7 and since he has the big and burly, he just picked me up out of the bed. Once on my feet, I could shift from side to side, like a sumo wrestler, in order to move. It was still painful but not as much as trying to lift myself out of bed. Different muscles I guess. We went–Trevor went, I leaned on Trevor and hobbled–to Johnny Rockets for dinner and then saw 500 Days of Summer. Very simple premise. Disillusioned with love Girl, disillusions the not-yet-disillusioned with love Boy. But Boy should've seen it coming. The guy lead was very cute, remarkably Rob-like. This is exactly the kind of guy I fall for but shouldn't because I need someone meaner and leaner, a total ice creamer. You can quote me on that. Cute lines abounded. Anybody need anything?" "I think you know what I need!" Silence. "Uhh, toner please." I was impressed by the chalkboard wall. And I really liked the "Holy Shit" moment when Boy finds that Girl also loves The Smiths and he's instantly smitten. (That's exactly how I fall for people! Some unexpected trait and WHAM, I'm a goner.) All in all, a sweet non-waste of my time. B. Hobbling out of the theater, my dignity suffered a blow when a 90 yr old granny overtook me. In a walker. Handily. The next day was no better. I went to the post office with Styx, hooked his leash to a pole outside, and hobbled in to mail a letter. The nice lady then informed me that I didn't need to leave my service dog outside. Yay proactive ADA compliance! Boo shooting pain in my body!
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| Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 |
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We were absolutely forbidden from removing these bracelets for two days. See that? Fists of rage. That's right, 13,000 students across the state, all property of the NYS Bar Examiners. Heading down for NJ now. Will post the ugly when I am back. |
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| Sunday, June 21st, 2009 |
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It's been raining like the devil for two weeks straight. No, seriously. The toll on my psyche is palpable. I don't think I'd hack it in Seattle. On the other hand, my new Gorton's fisherman raincoat has been more than useful. But what about Styx? I'm ok with some dampness; he doesn't get that awful wet dog smell. But his undersides get soppy and muddy and plain gross. Research shows no dog raincoats with adequate belly protection. Then I remembered I had one of those plastic garment bags, the kind you get back when you send your stuff to the dry cleaners. I just made the hanger hole big enough for his head and poked spaces for his front legs...and voila! I'm a genius! ("Does this make me look fat?") Or not. Trevor pointed out that he would still need to pee--and outside the bag would be ideal. So I pulled it forward and tied up the ends. It wasn't perfect; his back end still got muddied, but I had half as much to wipe down when we got back, a partial victory. ("I've been babushka-ed!") |
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| Friday, June 19th, 2009 |
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The Kooba Lauren is being sent back. As lovely as the leather and design was, it didn't wear right. I knew it was a slouchy bag, which is why I liked it but it went beyond slouchy to puffed out. Much like my dog and his new bag: Had my first bar stressed cry yesterday. Came out of nowhere? Right after a phone call where my mom told me to eat and sleep right and I realized I hadn't slept right in a month and that I wouldn't be for another month. It was the first time Styx had seen me cry. He came right over and nosed me, as if to say "Hey, what's wrong?" That made me feel better. Then he licked me (which he knows I don't like) and I scowled at him. That made him feel better. "Everything's back to normal!" He's my infectious happiness disease. I don't know why the stress? Odds are I'll pass. We have a close to 90% pass rate and there's a strong correlation between your grades and passing. My grades were good enough to swing honors so I shouldn't be in that wretched 10%. But I am stressed nevertheless. That 10% is not just about people who didn't do well in law school and likely don't have a good enough grasp on the foundations to pass. That 10% also includes people who did well in law school but CHOKE. Chokers! I'm a choker! I'll trip and break my brain the day before. I'll sit down at the exam and have everything slosh out my ears. Something. I'm having a hard time keeping up the studies. Then Barbri sent me the NJ materials. I don't have enough time to study for NY dammit. So I won't be studying for NJ. We'll see how that goes. I wonder, where is that oomph that got me through Thesis? Have I used it up? So quickly? And I realize that's because Thesis stretched my mind, made it work in funny new ways. A worthy opponent brings out my best. Bar prep on the other hand is pure brain rot. Memorize memorize memorize. Then spit. I can't muster the energy for something so unworthy. You know what's pissing me off/adding to the pressure? Everyone saying "Don't worry, you'll pass Esther." That's the last thing I want to hear. You people are all JINXING ME. The collective force of your confidence will cause the universe to rise up and spite me for the hell of it. And when I choke, not only will I have let myself down, but everyone else. WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, KILL ME WITH DISAPPOINTMENT? The only one who gets me is my kitty: "Leave me alone and get to work. Or how will you support me in the manner to which I've become accustomed?" (I really like this photo for the scowl (or cool cat-like condescension) on his face. But also for how it emphasizes the tail. Yes mals are famed for the plumed tail but this one shows off Styx's special wisp of white that I like so much, like someone dipped it in paint and tried to use it as a brush. It wasn't me I swear!) |
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| Friday, June 5th, 2009 |
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I don't know how to explain my new shoes. How about this. Converses started out uncool. Then they became cool. And then too cool for their own good. So when they became too cool as to become uncool again, I knew that was time to buy my first pair. If you recall, I bought bright blue happy ones. They are happy because when I put them on, I feel an unnameable joy. See? Even a photo of them makes me smile. They are happy indeed. But on with the story. Devil take the idiot who thought doubleheader barbri lectures today would be a good solution to the lecture hall's unavailability on Monday. I sat through eight hours of New York Practice, burning the finer points of Third Party Contribution in Worker's Compensation cases into my brain while wishing I could dash my skull to bits on the desk instead. Eight hours of the worst subject on the NY bar is bound to make anyone a little wonky. I mean, why New York Practice? Why not wills or commercial paper or secured transactions, tolerable topics. You'll recall this was the exam during which I lost my will to live (a first) and drew rocket ships to compensate. (If you're wondering, B-.) So I assure you, it was not my fault when I was at the mall afterward (to make an innocent return) and in an unexplainable fit of madness, purchased this: Yes, for the sharp-eyed, they are covered in sequins. (Thereby violating Personal Fashion Rule #2--no sequins.) This second pair is the older, more worldly, gay drag queen brother to my joyful originals. I assure you, the photo hardly does them lurid justice. They are much more....outstanding in person. I don't know what came over me. I should return them. But for some reason, likely another side effect from eight hours of New York Practice, I am considering keeping them. |
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| Saturday, April 4th, 2009 |
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Today was Styx's birthday! And what did he get? - a visit to the vet! - a needle in his leg! - another needle in his butt! And........HUMILIATION. Styx, are you 1? Styx, are you 2? No Styx, you're 3! |
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| Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 |
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I know the site works outside the LAN because I ganked my neighbor's wireless on Monday for a moment to log in and it worked. Imagine my surprise Tuesday when I tried to log in from school and I got a standard site not responding error. WTF, my site is damned well responding. My phone was able to get in on the EDGE network. I realize my school secretly blocks the website. The not responding error is a fakeout for them actually blocking it. Their firewall rules have it pegged as porn (why does everyone think a webcam feed is automatically porn-based???) Trevor suggested using a proxy yesterday. Why didn't I think of that? I did some lunchtime fiddling just now and voila! The lascivious doggy action is back on! Hot! |
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| Thursday, March 5th, 2009 |
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Towels are fun! THANKS DASHA! Help, I'm stuck! Please don't kill me. (Or, "What do you mean, it's time for a bath?") |
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| Friday, February 6th, 2009 |
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Styx's favorite thing to do (after mooching food and running me into the ground), is sleep. Sometimes Styx sleeps like a circle. Other times, he tucks his legs under him, and sleeps like a stick. But his favorite at night, is to sleep like a half-twisted W. |
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| Thursday, January 29th, 2009 |
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I would never be hungry at night again! |
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| Wednesday, December 17th, 2008 |
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| Friday, October 31st, 2008 |
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I'm not dressing up, but Styx is going as a steampunk time traveler. Or as Erin's brother says: "CyberBalto must go back in time to save Nome from Diptheria!" Yes, he winked at me! It was a perfect click. |
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| Monday, October 27th, 2008 |
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I am up and about. And I can move around for periods longer than 10 minutes without getting dizzy and weak. I still have a hacking cough and a phlegm factory in my nose that just won't quit, but I can go to class (armed with tissues and tea) and function like a real person. Here is a picture of a thoughtful rabbit: |
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| Friday, October 24th, 2008 |
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We're going to The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant, to celebrate. Then we'll go home, put on a movie, eat Entenmann's cake, and burn our Batman candle--like we do every year. Sometimes it's Pepperidge Farm cake, but this year it's Entenmann's. I love supermarket robot cake. Last year we watched Must Love Dogs. This year, I think we'll watch Casanova. Here is a picture of my sleeping rabbit. (Those are rabbity ears!) |
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| Monday, August 18th, 2008 |
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For his birthday, I got Chiz a Penny Arcade print of one of his favorite strips ("I Hope You Like Text" http://www.penny-arcade.com/ Top Ten (Or Eleven) Favorite PA Comics In No Particular Order 1) "A Waste Sensation" (Like a shark) 2) "It Looks Delicious" (It's litter) 3) "Oh My Dear Sweet Lord" (This isn't Cinnabon) 4) "Undisclosed Propensities, Part 5" (Deputy Gabe) I also like the followup, the Dixie Twist. 5) "Couch Diplomacy" (He's lying!) 6) "Armadeaddon: Ominous Moniker" (Roll for initiative) I also like the followup where Gabe munches on his cinnabon. 7) "Welcome To Camp Terror" (Charles hugging his Mac!) 8) "On Perspective" (Then I will be ten) 9) "Doldrums" (Slapnuts) 10) "BFF!" (It's a goddamn, it's a goddamn mystery) 11) "Djinn And Juice" (Unicorn Insurance)
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LiveJournal for The Scarlett Dreamery.
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