Scattered Brainings XII

24 02 2011

* Who invented the bags that flour, sugar, and other necessities/ baking materials are packaged in? How do they think we’re supposed to get it open without ripping it apart (okay, I exaggerate, let’s rather say ‘tear’) since the glue is so stubborn?

* I’ve been really lazy this last week or two when it comes to reading… and yet, when one takes into consideration that we’re nearing the end of February, is it amazing, sad or scary to think that I have already read 26 books this year?

* My Significant Other’s a programmer, while I’m pro-grammar. It works.

* I have learnt that boredom leads you to doing things that you haven’t done in a very long time: painting your toenails… then adding a top layer with golden glitter/ shimmer in *sigh*

* “For a crazy cat lady, what comes first? The cats or the crazy?”

* We had quite a fon-due (fun do, get it?) over the weekend with amazing friends of ours. Pity that I don’t eat pork – besides bacon & ham – but I’m very pleased with myself that I wasn’t nauseous… although it was close, at one point during the evening. Hurray for endurance!

* I cried while watching EAT PRAY LOVE. Not really because of the film, but because I was feeling oddly emotional at the time. It was fun watching it with two programmers/ developers, though.

* Smudgy is a real opportunist. While I was taking a shower the other day, she stole the rest of my oats cookie (she did look a little bit guilty). And if I’m sitting on her chair, she’ll meow at me to get off… and sometimes even meow some more until I put the fan on! Such a demanding little miss.

* I love buying people gifts that they love, want and appreciate 🙂

* FUTURAMA is better than I remember. Back in the day I watched the first season, found the characters annoying, then dropped it. Now I even laugh or smile in amusement at times… because yes, stupidity is funny.

* Found out that a writer friend of mine is going to name a very minor ‘character’ (who the reader only hears about) after me in his latest book. Then a lot of other people can mispronounce my name – goody! 😉

* Some Facebook games are really stupid. Take your relationship, match it to the fruit on this list and then post it on your status to show your support for Breast Cancer Awareness? Uh-huh… Some people have whole fruit salads going on!!…

*…Soon (i.e. upon getting married) I’ll be going from an apple to a banana – what a transition!

* Thank you very much, Universe. You seem to want me to be jobless.

* Cats are disgusting. Then again, they probably feel the say way about humans. Smudgy is busy playing with a huge grasshopper… in. our. apartment.

* I ❤ Stephen King. You’ll be hearing it until you get sick of it (and me) – and then some!





I <3 Simon’s Cat

23 02 2011

You’ve all heard of Simon’s Cat… right? I hope so!

If you’ve watched the videos and seen some of the pictures/ cartoon strips  that Simon Tofield has done, you’ll smile knowingly about the antics his cat gets up to, only to end up asking for food (that’s how the videos end, mostly). And if you’re a cat person, you’ll be nodding in agreement, understanding what Simon has drawn 150%

That said, I was delighted to learn that the great Master Tofield now does a Simon’s Cat strip for the Daily Mirror (this started on Monday, 21 February, so luckily we’re only three days in and you haven’t missed much). As such, I’ll be sharing today’s comic with you, since it reminds me a lot about my cat Smudgy. Not so much the ending, although it does happen at times, but the fact that she’s always very excited when it comes to food…

She meows me awake every morning before 6AM, after all.





Today’s word: depression/ depressed

17 02 2011

I’m feeling it again… the depression…

Unhappiness, despair, sadness, downheartedness, misery, hopelessness, melancholy, dejection, gloominess – yeah, pretty much all of that.

I’m depressed, unhappy, miserable, blue, disheartened, despondent, dejected, down in the dumps… discouraged to say the very least.

And why, you might ask?

Because the internship ended on the 13th of January, and I am the only one out of the total ten ex-interns that has yet to be employed. I am, in other words, the only one that is JOBLESS.

Spell it out: J-O-B-L-E-S-S-.

If that’s not enough to depress you, then I don’t know what is.

I’ve done some ‘personal’ freelancing – personal in the sense that I’ve done a translation for my future father-in-law and proofread & copy-edited a friend’s 250-page Masters thesis. Yesterday I signed up on the PASA (Publishers’ Association of South Africa) freelancers database, though I have yet to hear from them. The one or two jobs that I have applied for have resulted in fruitlessness… and it’s likely that, upon hearing how I won’t be available for about three weeks in May due to my honeymoon, nobody will want to employ me.

This after my hard work, efficiency, can-do attitude, no complaints about my work whatsoever… and just wanting to feel like I’m doing something worthwhile for the industry.

After sitting at home feeling very depressed for eight months after completing my Honours, and after six wonderful months at a great publisher and amazing publishing team, I am back to the drawing board: I have been at home for just over a month now, again unemployed, and the prospects are not looking too peachy-keen.

Although having an income (no matter how small it may be) would be great, since I feel like the biggest leech ever for not paying for the rent or groceries or even the payment on my own study loan, the fact of the matter is that I feel lazy because I am at home doing nothing – I feel like I’m wasting my time, that my talents are becoming ‘dulled’ and that the lack of accomplishing something in the workplace will somehow set me back later when I actually am employed again. After all, how bad does it look on one’s CV that you haven’t worked for months? Do they actually care that you have been putting in a lot of effort to search and apply for jobs? *laugh* Please…

But that’s enough of a rant from me. Guess I’ll just go back to my reading… I already baked oats cookies this morning (at 6AM, actually) – let’s see what else I can get up to.

Oh, wait, is that the bed calling to me? Gosh, it’s noon – should I take a nap? *zzzzzz*

I live with my Significant Other - but he's got the gist of it.





That Darn Cat

16 02 2011

I love my cat, Smudgy. Probably more than a lot of people I know… but hey – she’s ‘family’! Plus a cat, which sort of already places her above the human species.

[I am not a crazy cat lady, I am not a crazy cat lady, I am not a crazy cat lady…]

Being the cute, not-always-but-at-least-sometimes loving cat that she is, I obviously care about her well-being, hoping that she doesn’t stray outside the complex’s gate to go explore the wide world down the street and meet with unpleasant circumstances (say, the yapping dogs or kids on skateboards or such).

So, one could argue, I was validly worried when I started to find her food bowl empty so frequently and she kept staying hungry – to the point that I had to refill her bowl two or three times daily, with a bit more food than usual. Sure, she’s active. She likes running about outside and regularly comes in with bits and pieces of thorns and brambles and ‘sticky’ flowers and whatever else stuck in her tail. But still: having to give her a lot of food so regularly, causing the large bag of Whiskas to disappear practically overnight?

There was a snake in the grass…

…or cat leaping through the window, if you like. Literally.

Exhibit A (and B, and C, if you want to get technical) – one of our neighbours’ cats:

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

I took these pictures at the end of September – almost a full five months ago. Let’s call the cat Dusty, since my English readers probably won’t be able to pronounce his real, Afrikaans name.

Now, Dusty is a sweet old thing. He doesn’t mind if you pet him, and he has this cute meow that doesn’t seem to fit him. About a month ago, I raised my concern with our landlady that the cat might neglected or something, since he actually started to come running to me once he saw me, meowing and rubbing against me, wanting to come into our apartment… I fed him for three evenings, I believe, waiting out the weekend to see whether or not his owners were away for the weekend and perhaps their apartment window had banged shut, thus cutting off Dusty’s entryway to his food supply. I doubted this, however, since said neighbours have another cat, and s/he seemed to be doing just fine.

I ended up feeling a bit foolish – Dusty’s owner came to thank me for my concern, then told me that he has some kind of cat virus/infection, which means that he’s on a special diet and does get three meals a day, plus a treat at six in the evening. Turns out he was the first cat to live in the complex (three years ago), thus he sees himself as the king of this here ‘castle’ and was accordingly playing me for the sucker in order to get more food.

Pretty foolish…

But now, however, I’ve had enough. We caught him sneaking into the apartment once or twice through the window we leave open for Smudgy in the evenings, so my Significant Other gave the cat a hiding (just to scare him a little bit, so he wouldn’t come back), and we didn’t see him at our apartment for a while. Yet since Smudgy’s food started ‘vanishing’ so rapidly, we started to suspect that Dusty – or That Darn Cat, for future reference – might be coming in again…

And what do you know: this morning Smudgy sat silently next to the bed, so I got up to feed her. I even let her out of the apartment myself. Then a while later, I heard the soft tinkling of a bell, and I knew it probably wasn’t Smudgy. I caught the culprit in the act, voraciously nomming at my cat’s food bowl, which by that point was just about empty, give or take a few crumbs. That Darn Cat saw me, fled to the balcony, and then made a dash for the study and the open window.

I don’t know what to do. There’s no use talking to his owner, because she cannot lock him in at night. And I cannot not leave the window open for Smudgy, otherwise she’ll meowing my ears off. We’re thinking of moving her food bowl right next to our bed in the evenings – and if we find That Darn Cat, we’ll simply spray him with water, or something… I honestly don’t know 😦

PS: did I mention that Dusty’s owner is an animal behaviorist?! Yip…





Happy Valentine’s Day (I suppose)

14 02 2011

For what it’s worth, and whether or not you care about the day, I’d like to wish all my blog readers a very happy Valentine’s Day.

You don’t have to be in a relationship (i.e. married, engaged, having a boyfriend/ girlfriend) to enjoy the day – there are plenty of people out there who care about you, so why not just direct your sentiments towards them? You don’t have to buy into the commercialism…

If you’re doing something special today – good for you. If not – don’t feel ‘left out’. After all, every day is an occasion to show those around you that you care!!

A special heart to all my readers!





Happy 3 years together!

8 02 2011

It’s the 8th of February. The sun is shining, the weather is warm, and Smudgy has already meowed my ears off (metaphorically, of course) for reasons that are yet to become apparent to me.

But today is a special today… because today, my Significant Other and I have been together (officially) for three years.

I’m not going to tell you the whole story of where we met and how we ended up together – if you really want to know, you can read my blog post “The age-old question“.

I would, however, like to thank my Significant Other for the three years we’ve been a part of one another’s lives – for the love, the laughter, the tears, the joy, the anger, the good times… for just being him, and for making me feel like a person of value. He’s my Life, my Love – my Everything ❤

And in three months’ time, we’ll already be married and on a plane to Scotland!! Cannot wait for that bit of Lily & Marshall-ness to commence 😉

 

My heart - you're in it ❤





Jane Austen quotations

7 02 2011

* Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

* Nobody minds having what is too good for them.

* There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

* I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

* How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

* There is hardly any personal defect which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

* You are never sure of a good impression being durable.

* Why not seize the pleasure at once? How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!

* I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me that trouble of liking them.

* For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?

* There’s nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

* I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing!

* In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

* No man is offended by another man’s admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.