Wednesday, August 31, 2011

To Bed....

For the Sherlock fans out there, they have finished shooting the second season which will run in 2012 here in the US on PBS. If you have not watched season one yet, I think it is one Netflix streaming.

Vintage London

Wonderful film of very early 1950's London via author Christopher Fowler's blog.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Still Hard

I've had so many pets die (mostly because I've had so many) over the past 10 years, but it is still heartbreaking when it happens.

A friend had to put a lovely kitty to sleep yesterday (?) which reminded me that I had not posted that Alley Cat died about a month ago. Old age, over 100 degree weather and a ninja like ability to slip outside and disappear for days on end did her in.
Sweet kitty.
I'll miss her.

Change in the Light

There is a lovely phenomenon that happens in the summer when the air changes overnight from heavy and overbearing to, well, normal. When that happens breathing becomes less of a chore, the contrast between shade and light is more pronounced, colors richer.
That happened today.
It was still cool enough when I woke at 10 am (stop judging people) to catch a few morning glories still open.

I love the way the light illuminates the back of this flower.

 Angus in his jungle getting his chow on.

A cup of tea and I already feel less bitter.

Thursday, August 25, 2011



I keep having this argument with my husband about women.
He is disappointed that once women go into management most of them act just like the male soul crushers at work.
He uses the C word...a lot....I do too, but that is besides the point.
His argument is that after all the trouble getting equal rights and feminism and all that that women have gone though to get where we, are we should be better people.
At least as management.
My argument is that it would be nice if that happened, but women are human beings and there are just as many douchey women* as men and in the end the women's rights movement is about women having the right to be an ass* as much as a man.
One of my favorite writers, Caitlin Moran summed my point up in her book How To Be a Woman:

The purpose of feminism isn’t to make a particular type of woman. The idea that there are inherently wrong and inherently right ‘types’ of women is what’s screwed feminism for so long – this belief that ‘we’ wouldn’t accept slaggy birds, dim birds, birds that bitch, birds that hire cleaners, birds that stay at home with their kids, birds that have pink Mini Metros with ‘Powered By Fairy Dust!’ bumper stickers, birds in burkas, or birds that like to pretend, in their heads, that they’re married to Zach Braff from Scrubs, and that you sometimes have sex in an ambulance while the rest of the cast watch and, latterly, clap. You know what? Feminism will have all of you.
What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy and smug they might be.

*see Palin and/or Bachmen
*recent studies have shown that assholes actual make more money then nice people so that is probably why we all tend to end up working for such cunts (used in the more British way to signify male and/or female ass) in the end.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I Would Sell My Son For This

Or even my right boob.
Anyway, it has a habit of getting in the way.
Via @retroruth (No Pattern Required) on Twitter.

I am old.
How old you may ask.
So old that when the news (which also leads to the question of why would this story be on the news) "The Smiths" I think of this:

Not Will and Jada Smith.
Seriously, I just don't care.