Grandma

My paternal grandmother, who has been a complete vegetable for a year or so, finally died early yesterday morning. Everyone is very relieved.

Surreally, I woke up yesterday morning to the following two text messages that had been delivered while I slept, the first from brother and the second from mom:

“Another One Bites the Dust” is OK.

Grandma finally got to go home this morning.

I honestly don’t know how grandma would have reacted to this, but I think it’s pretty hilarious XD

No right, no wrong, no rules for me

We were supposed to be in Disneyland this week, but then we got all the snow in the world and our flight was cancelled. You would have seen history’s whiniest post from me here complaining about this, but we were able to reschedule for next week with no problem.

Ever since we came back from Washington, in eager anticipation of Disneyland, I’ve had a Disneyland dream practically every night. I won’t bother giving any details of them, because they’re generally the same… but one thing has shifted slightly ever since we went to Disney World a couple of years back: now, instead of, “Oh, crap, I forgot to go on [some particular ride I like] and now we’re about to leave” (or sometimes even, “Oh, crap, I forgot to go on any rides at all and now we’re about to leave”), it’s, “Oh, crap, I forgot to visit [one particular area of the park] and now we’re about to leave.” Not a major difference, but one I think is somewhat interesting. You can bet I won’t forget anything that’s available next week!

So I was going to go to work all week, but I’ve had two days in a row off because of aforementioned snow. My clinic closes along with a certain school district in town (one that is, incidentally, notorious for never closing, but this storm was srs bsns). Paycheck is going to be a joke again, but whatevs. I like days off.

Brother and I watched the entire first arc of SKU yesterday, which of course was awesome. The new DVD’s (which I’ve finally gotten around to buying) have subtitles that can actually be turned off for the duel songs, which means I can make all those music videos I’ve had planned literally for a decade.

However, they still went with the incredibly bad subtitles from the previous release, because people are shit. In a series this complex, it seems like you would want to exercise greater care with the translation than usual, but what do I know?

Hey, I don’t think I ever mentioned Beeks in the snow since that first time in, like, October. Turns out he is a regular snowdog, and goes bouncing through drifts in the funniest way imaginable (since he’s only, like, a foot and a half tall).

At one point in November when we got our first real accumulation of the season, he went out and jumped around in the snow for so long that I started to get worried and called him back inside. Then he had these little snowbugs all stuck to his entire underside —

–and I had to give him a half-bath to get them off. He looooves the snow. Right now it’s deeper than he is tall in many places, so we’ve had to maintain a snow-shovel path through the yard so he can get to someplace where pooping is an option. He loves his path, and runs along it so adorably, but he also still goes plunging into the drifts where they’re not too deep for him. So so cute.

Here are some more pictures as well:

This tree is outside the vet building at my old school; I used to park in front of it every day. I kinda love it.

TWEEZERS THAT WORK! I adore this type of hilariously straightforward advertising.

And speaking of straightforward, how about, “Muscles?” Not, “Has built-in muscles!” or, “Includes ripped muscles!” or something… just… “Muscles.”

A vegetable story and some pictures of Hiko

So brother (for some unknown reason) gives his cat plates of vegetables as treats. Galileo will eat anything, so it works, I guess. Obligate carnivore notwithstanding. Anyway, Hiko got at a plate of corn that was intended for Little Cat, and was then pooping and vomiting it up all over the place. Plus then Little Cat didn’t get his treat. So next time, when brother set up a plate of peas for Little Cat, he made sure it was inaccessible to Little Dog.

Well, Dog discovered that the peas were there, and he WANTED them. So he sat nearby and BARKED at them, presumably hoping they would come down if he asked just right. I brought him back upstairs a few times, and each time he would eventually return downstairs and continue barking at the peas. I find this endlessly hilarious.

Let’s have some pictures, starting with the three stages of falling asleep on the couch:



He snuggles with me in my bed sometimes too:

Also, he has no idea when he’s standing on a snakie: