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[apocalypsos]

So I called home last night and talked to my brother. Alas, no messing-up stories out of the kid, so no round of "What did Bryan do this time?" to play. Although he's apparently going to a Breaking Benjamin concert this weekend, and I'm hopefully going to a Muse concert on his birthday, and we both showed the same amount of "Ooooooooo" at our respective tickets. He and I seriously need to go to a concert together one of these days, considering we have the same taste in live bands. :)

Then I talked to my mother, and wenchamok, if you're starved for hockey stories, my mom, dad, and cousins went to see the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre Penguins play in Philly in what I think she said was a playoff game. They were leading 3-0 in the first period, and then they let the other team score three goals during the course of the game. My cousin was going spastic like she does every time it looks like the Pens might lose, because it was the end of the third period and they were tied, and then in the last couple of minutes, the Pens scored and the entire place went nuts. Aaaaaand then my mother got off the phone to watch Miracle. Hee. We're such a hockey family. ;)

In other news, I'm thiiiiiiiiiiiis close to being three-quarters of the way done with Monsters of Minooka. And only twelve more chapters to go. *happy dance* (Yay to me, because I thought I had way more than that to do. :))

Also, a man cooking in his kitchen was shot after one of his cats knocked his 9mm handgun onto the floor, discharging the weapon. ACK! They're armed now! Run for your lives!

EDIT AND A HALF: Did I mention that my father's been busy teaching one of the cats how to fetch? He keeps putting one of the cat toys on the ceiling fan, then getting Spencer to run up his body to his shoulders and knock it off the fan blade. My mom and I have firmly decided that she's there to feed them and change the litter and he'd there to teach them stupid pet tricks. :)

EDIT: Ugh, I have to come up with two more authors for Fanfic Author Appreciation Week. I'll have to see who I can remember over the course of the day. This is like my taste in music, where I normally like songs and not specific bands. Off the top of my head, I mostly like stories, not specific writers. I mean, I know I can come up with two writers, just ... sigh. I need to come up with some Buffy writers, considering how much Buffy fic I wrote. Oh, and Highlander writers, too.

OTHER EDIT: Hey, dumbass, if you're going on Maury Povich because your girlfriend thinks you're cheating, and you end up in a room with a sexy chick, she's a decoy, you moron. See, the way you can tell is the telephoto lenses where her nipples are supposed to be.

AND THIS IS MY OTHER BROTHER EDIT: You know, m_butterfly and tzikeh put the mental image of a Puppet House in my head, just like Puppet Angel, and all I could think about was that there needs to be a fanfic challenge like that. Turn one of the characters in your fandom into a puppet, see how the other characters react. There are some characters who desperately need to be puppets. Puppet Bree expertly laundering herself, Puppet Alan Shore and Denny Crane defending someone in court, Puppet Charlie and Puppet Hurley running around the island ... *snerk*

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You GO, dad of Trollprincess!

[teenygozer.livejournal.com]

EDIT AND A HALF:
Teaching a cat tricks is a terrific idea, as it lets the cat know who's boss (you, not him), makes a cat more sociable, and keeps its mind active. Our cat, Zack, can sit, sit up and beg, and I'm currently teaching him to jump through a hoop. It's hilarious.

http://www.clickertraining.com/home/

We were forced to clicker-train Zack, as he was an aggressive, biting cat with psychological problems (who put my husband in the hospital when a cat-bite got infected), but it's good for the mental health of non-insane cats, too.

PS: Zack is fine, with clicker training, he's become one of the best cats we ever had.

Re: You GO, dad of Trollprincess!

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Oh, my dad's great with teaching the cats tricks. He does it all the time. His favorite cat, Rudy, would jump up on his shoulders and lie there like a lion, fetch, and ride in his pickup truck with him and just sit quietly looking out the window from the passenger seat.

Then again, that cat worshipped the ground he walked on. Whenever he went away on snowmobiling trips, Rudy would sit at the sliding glass doors and cry for days on end.

Of course, now he's training Spencer, who's like a mini-Rudy in terms of how trainable he is. And again with the Dad-worship, too. :)

Re: You GO, dad of Trollprincess!

[teenygozer.livejournal.com]

Of course, now he's training Spencer, who's like a mini-Rudy in terms of how trainable he is. And again with the Dad-worship, too. :)

I'm the one who spent HOURS training Zack, and Zack... worships the ground my husband walks on. *sigh* I don't get no respect.