Freshly fixed, vaccinated, chipped, freed from the confines of the laundry room and master bathroom, and finally named. I note that “Jones” did come in as a suggestion, no more than a few hours after me thinking that I could do worse than naming the dude after the cat from ALIEN. Great minds think alike, clearly.
A bunch of good stuff this month, including some surprises, but I think I’m going to have to give Book of the Month to War Girls, by Tochi Onyebuchi, despite the fact that I never got around to reviewing it here and there are books on there that I did.
I said something last month about how my unread shelf was completely out of control. There are the exact same number of books in this photo as there were last month. I am terrible at this, apparently. 🙂
I’m, like, four posts deep right now, by the way, so there may be a bit of a flurry of them over the next couple of days. November was pretty light so I suspect y’all will forgive me.
So it turns out that the iPhone’s Portrait mode works really well on cats, too, to the point where I’m figuring the people who coded it set it up that way on purpose. Dude still doesn’t have a name. Ten minutes ago I thought he had a name, and was ready to announce it, but he does not. Soon, though! He’s ours legally now, and we’ve got an appointment to get him fixed on Monday, so he really ought to have a name by then. Yesterday was the day the fifteen-day hold officially expired, though, so he’s ours.
Maybe that’ll be his name. We’ll just call him Ours. Sure.
I do not typically have Difficult Family Holidays, and do not actually have the crazy racist uncle that so many of us seem to have to tiptoe around on the holidays– or, if I do, he’s made certain to never be such in my presence or at my house. I wanted to make a joke here, the first was about my mother-in-law and the second was about my sister-in-law’s husband’s vague resemblance to Saddam Hussein, but both of them are landing rather poorly so just pretend I said something funny here.
So while we’re splitting Thanksgiving over two days this year– the Electric Boogaloo version is tomorrow– neither should be especially stressful, especially since I seem to be using my lingering illness as an excuse to go Full Metal Masculine and not be helpful in any real way at all.
I’m going to have to cook the whole goddamn meal next year to make up for this year, is what I’m saying.
But: while still ailing, I remain at least nominally alive, which is still an improvement over earlier this week, and I had mashed potatoes today and did not deliberately eat myself into a food coma, which may be a sign that I’m getting smarter as I get older but is probably just a sign that I remember I get two of them this year. So now I get to spend two days stressing about grading and a day actually grading, and then there’s a two-and-a-half week run to Winter Break, and then I can fall into a damn coma for all anyone cares.
Book of the Month: MIDDLEGAME, by Seanan McGuire. Also possibly interesting, this is the first MR picture taken with the new phone, which can take a picture of a stack of books in Portrait mode. I love how it looks.
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