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January 12th, 2011

That Was 1/11/11 [Jan. 12th, 2011|12:00 am]
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Portia keeps trying to groom my hoodie. Worse, she does it while I'm wearing it. It's quite disconcerting to have a cat suddenly start licking one's garb. She must think it's my fur, but if she thinks that then she must also think she's the dominant partner in the relationship. The dominant cat always grooms the other. When she starts biting my neck the way mother cats bite their kittens, necks, I'll have to put a stop to it. She'll be going outside and Alger and Farah can move into the house. Then the worst thing that will happen is that Farah will chew my pant legs to shreds while I sleep.

In cold front news, I've just about stopped sneezing, but now my nose is stopped up. I've dribbled several times while drinking water because its coldness has made me inhale with shock and I have no nose to inhale through. If I try to inhale through a mouth full of water I'll choke, so I have to let the water run out. Maybe if that happened while Portia was grooming my hoodie she'd get soaked and give up her fantasy of dominance. But so far all I've soaked is myself, some upholstery, and a patch of carpet or two. I hate colds.
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Complaints [Jan. 12th, 2011|11:07 pm]
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When I have a cold I always end up watching a lot of television. The medium has not improved in recent years. The more channels there are, the less likely it becomes that I'll find anything to hold my interest. At any given hour, it seems that reruns are at least two thirds of what is available. There just isn't enough programming to fill all those channels. It wouldn't be so bad if more than a handful of those reruns were things that I'd have wanted to watch even when they were new, but they aren't, and I still don't want to see them.

I can't even find any movies I'd like to watch among the dozens available from the cable company's on demand feature. That feature appears to have become the last refuge of bad direct-to-video releases from the last thirty years. Perusing the list of what's available I'd be grateful to find even a Francis the Talking Mule movie, and I didn't think those especially amusing even when I was five years old.

As for the regular channels, when did advertising agencies decide that it would be a good idea to put whistling on the sound track of every single commercial? Now, as far as my ears go I'm a statistical outlier, and I could listen to fingernails on a blackboard all day long with minimal irritation, but my auditory apparatus is set up in such a way that whistling drives me batshit crazy. Certain notes boarder on painful, and having my sinuses stopped up doesn't change that. My thumb is sore from hitting the mute button on the remote.

Well, at least there is a mute button. It there weren't, I'd have to turn the television off and read a book, and reading when I have a cold gives me a headache. So does sitting at the computer, unfortunately. Goodnight, Internets. Maybe I'll recover enough to be less crabby by tomorrow.
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