Cat update

I've named him "Pookie." **EDIT: In honor of Michael Jackson, his full name is "Pookie, king of pop."

Pooks is in pretty bad shape. His right front paw is completely lame, and he keeps it tucked up to his chest. This explains why he hasn't really moved from under the awning on the side of our house -- he isn't very mobile. He's pretty much been sleeping the days away, which sucks, because it rains a lot and is hot a lot.

I found a crappy white tupperware thing without a lid that we weren't using and filled it with water which I set out right in front of him. He wouldn't go near it while I was looking at him, so I left, but I peeked right before going in the house and he was drinking.

New Haven animal control is taking their sweet time. I called them at like noon today, and the dispatcher said they were out on another call.

**EDIT: Second cat update

Called Animal Control again today, and they finally dispatched an officer. He took forever to get here, so I befriended Leo, the nice old landlord of the house next door, who's been feeding the strays, including Pookie. When the officer got here, he gave up trying to catch Pooks almost immediately, and instead left a crate with Leo and me. Leo's going to try to lure him into the crate with food and then I'm going to call Animal Control and they can take him to the shelter.

This process is taking absolutely forever, and this is just one injured cat. There's four-five other strays, including two kittens, that are going to be way harder to catch.

Buy 5

Aditya introduced me to engrish.com.

Anway, since I started living in BHouse and buying my own food, I started noticing buy 1 get 1 free, etc.

So, I thought this picture was hilarious. That is all. My laptop is still broken, as far as I know. Argh.

Aditya is a baller

Aditya, oh Aditya.

Aditya likes milk. We have already spoken of this. But Aditya also likes Oreos. A lot. This is one night's work for Aditya. Man's going to kill himself.



Also, Aditya has this fear of the BHouse. He doesn't think we should anger the spirits that live in it. Like the ones behind this previously unopened door.


Aditya begged us not to, citing the angry spirits that would murder us in our sleep. But Katie is an Egyptologist, and I a man of science. So we pried that door open. We found a rotary saw. And a vacuum. And some screwdrivers. If one of us is found dead with a screwdriver in our backs, we'll know we have angered the spirits. Until then, I'm going to keep exploring... there's a stash of crap under the stairs that is begging to be rummaged through.

Enter Paul

So, Tuesday night was my first full night back from Florida. I got ready for bed early, which was a tad unusual, because I was really tired, and figured I would read the rest of "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" and go to sleep. But things got a little out of hand.




I would say it isn't what it looks like, but...













So then more of BHouse appeared, and things degenerated even further. Paul, Joe's suitemate who will take Aditya's room when he leaves but has made himself a nest in the upper "Den of Sin" common room in the meantime, arrived.

We were unsure about Paul. He was Joe's friend, so that was a good sign. But we were worried we would destroy him, break him, make him question everything he held dear. We weren't sure if he could handle the B in BHouse. So we baptized him by fire, with a simple test. We saw how he handled this:

One from each class. Porn Horse is in the foreground out of the picture.

He seemed unfazed. We told him to take a picture of us. He picked up the camera, aimed it, then paused... and bolted from the room. I thought he couldn't take it anymore, and had just fled. But then he came back:



He had a head lamp too! Yay Paul! He's one of us!

Gone Shopping... again

BHouse just spent ~$300 on food. It'll hold us somewhere between a week and two. Yikes.

We should totally get a bar

OK, much like the title of this post, this is a way more awesome idea than it sounds, and it already sounds pretty awesome -- ready?

I'm going to legally adopt the cats that live under BHouse. I'm still working on a game plan. One of them has kittens.

Bring the rain!

Inspired by this list of situations in which shouting the phrase “bring the rain” is even less appropriate than it is in the new Transformer's movie, I’ve decided to create my own list.

While attempting to repair outdoor wiring.

While hydroplaning

While standing in a large open-air turkey pen.

While working with unstable sodium or perchlorate compounds in said large open-air turkey pen.

During the performance of a Native American tribal rain dance.

At an all-female pre-Labor Day white clothing parade.

Upon entering a rabies treatment clinic.

To break the tension at the starting line of the premier elderly mobility scooter racing competition at the National Buggy Championships in Holland.

Upon discovering levy inadequacies shortly before landfall of Hurricane Katrina.