On the day I wear black and refer to as The Crispus Attucks St. Valentine’s Massacre Memorial, the rest of the world celebrates Hallmark’s day and overspends on chocolate, jewelry, flowers, and all things pink and red. Last year we presented valentines in this space of a special variety. This year we’ve gathered some of the best that showed up in our Twitter feed. And by “best” we mean Geekiest. Enjoy.
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The dual basket idea worked, apparently
When we decided to put a second basket on top of the upright freezer as a cat bed, we had hoped that eventually the cats would be able to use them at the same time. And so they have.
Yesterday, as I was finally finishing up the major kitchen cleaning and reorganization project I mentioned earlier, I put out the jar that holds cat treat and stocked it. That got someone’s attention.
Today in Equality
With the opening of the Sochi Olympic games on Friday there are all sorts of things going on right now to remind us that the world is full of both hateful bigots (I’m looking at you, Putin) and wonderful people (Canada, Scotland, that would be you.)
This is what has popped up in the latter category in my various news feeds today. Enjoy.
I welcome our new feline overlords
A little while back Shakay sent us a link to this website. The design is fantastic and the fact that this is all designed for cats just thrills me to pieces.
It also terrifies me.
Recent news roundup- Political cartoon edition
These are mostly what has been popping up on my Google+ feed lately. Some of them are doozies. Enjoy.
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Major kitchen reorganization and cleaning, supervised by Scratch
My big project this week has been the kitchen. I have wanted to do a major cleaning for a while now, and it’s as good a time as any. This also gives me a chance to do some reorganizing since I have a good idea now of what new kitchen items (I mean post-wedding) get used more often than others. So my electric griddle gets put somewhere that makes it easier to use, for example. The clam boil pot, as much as I love it, might get used once or twice a year and so it can go somewhere out of the way.
Anyway, as I was cleaning yesterday Scratch decided he was going to “help” by heading up to his new cat bed, up on the freezer. Now, before I get into this too deeply, some background is required.
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The kitteh who wants to be a puppeh
One of the things we always say about my cat Scratch is that since he grew up with a dachshund, and since he spends so much time with the dogs, he wants to be a dog. He has always wanted to go outside with the dogs whenever they go out to do their business. And he tends to curl up with them to nap from time to time, especially when the weather is cold.
Well, it turns out he also likes to burrow into the blankets, just like the dachshunds do. And I managed to snap a few pictures for once.
What we’re reading now – Nerd Edition
This is probably more like what I’m reading now as these are all my geeky contributions. Either way, this post was inspired by this first link. Enjoy.
I’m as interested in design and the engineering behind things as the next person. I’m also interested in Star Trek and I think Wil Wheaton is a great writer. That being said, I grew up watching Star Trek TNG and I’ve heard all sorts of stories about it over the years. Somewhere I heard a story about how the uniforms on TNG required special Star Trek issued underpants. I can’t find it ANYWHERE on the internets, but I remember reading it somewhere. That’s why I found this article so interesting.
For my church organist friends
This popped up on our Twitter feed this morning. Somehow I suspect you’ll all understand.
~Kelly
The cat thermometer
There’s a joke somewhere on the internet about how you can use your cat to tell how cold it is. At some point around freezing the cat gets friendly enough to let you pet him, below freezing he’ll actually cuddle with you, and at some point near zero the cat tears open your midsection while you sleep and warms himself in your viscera a la Luke on Hoth.
That’s not quite how it works in our house.
The Books are Taking Over... 