Sunday, April 11, 2010

In which Holly expends emotional energy on something fictional

I finished BSG! I loved the finale; it was so good. I ended up being glad I saw the spoiler I did early on... it made things easier to take. At any rate, to mark this momentous occasion, I wanted to share my favorite Roslin/Adama Battlestar icons I've found scouting around livejournal the last few months. I hope you enjoy the pretty; it's a bit overwhelming, but I narrowed it down from hundreds, so, well, there you go. If you want to know who made one, I usually save them by artist, so just ask.


































































Saturday, April 3, 2010

"I love cats because I enjoy my home, and little by little they become its visible soul." - Jean Cocteau

Cats can be such a pain. There are days when Gracie won't stop yowling at my roommate's door and Garfunkel won't stop trying to get his 22 lb bulk onto my lap, even though I'm obviously not in the mood. Days when Garfunkel's defecated outside the litterbox, Gracie's peed on the couch, and one of them's barfed all over the living room carpet... all before I've managed to leave for work in the morning.

But there are days when they've both made me laugh out loud before I've been awake even an hour and a half. Garfunkel, who I swear was some sort of pervy stalker in another life, has an obsession with rolling around in my dirty laundry. When I woke up today to the sight of him emersed in a pile of laundry, tail twitching, with two pairs of dirty underwear clutched in his paws, rubbing them on his head, I almost split a gut. Then, Gracie, the more standoffish of the two, was in her endearing uber-affectionate mood, which quickly turned into her wide-eyed OMG MUST PLAY AND SLASH YOUR ARMS OPEN mood. This, albeit dangerous, is one of the cuter and funnier things on the planet. On the whole, I guess they're worth having around.

Gracie is also the more curious and mischevious of the two. I was super amused the other day to find her perched precariously on the upper reaches of my bookshelf:



But even more amused when I went flipping back through my camera to discover that this was the last picture I'd taken, months earlier:



I need to find something new to take pictures of.

In other news, it's raining and I ate chocolate cake for breakfast. Not a bad Saturday so far.