A Meerkat's Bolthole

The new television* is successfully set up. The new blu-ray player is successfully set up and hooked into the home network (after a mighty battle** skalds would not scorn to sing).

I am going to celebrate by wailing on a scene that needs to be revised and put to bed. Hey, you have your victory celebrations, I have mine***.






*my friends insisted I needed a 46-50 inch television for the lounge area. My friends are size queens. The 40" does the job perfectly well without overwhelming the space.
** seriously. It was a battle of wills and ice-cold hate and steely determination, and in the end, the player blinked.
*** and, at some point after that, I need to rearrange the artwork, because moving one piece meant everything else had to be reconsidered, too...

Sick joke of the day:

"To tell you how much rain we've gotten in the past week? We're thisclose, thisclose to being ignored by FEMA." (David Letterman, of course)


Less funny to me right now, seeing as how the crack-and-leak in the hall ceiling this morning turned into a bulge this eveneing turned into a thud-crash-oh shit pile of debris in the hallway. We all gathered to badmouth the guys who put the new roof on, not three years before. Other apartments report leaks as well. Nothing in the home of we_felines_four, thankfully. Long may the dryness and intactness continue...

I think I'm going to put away the work, pour myself a glass of something soothing, and stay under cover.


"Doesn't that make you just want to go into a nice warm bar -- and stay there until Labor Day?" (Letterman again, speaking of the view outside)