Cally Out the Airlock

Our sentiments regarding last night's Battlestar Galactica episode are poised somewhere between "OMG!" and "What the frak?"

Reclaiming the Dirt

So, today Jonathan taught me about the magic of composting, aka "dirt." Having grown up in a (very) suburban environment, I always thought dirt was something that was just naturally there or, if not, then something one could easily procure at the local garden shop. But, it turns out there is a third method for obtaining dirt: MAKE IT YOURSELF! And, it's easy. Start with dirt, add some stuff, wait a few months, and, viola, MORE DIRT. The "stuff" is "organic material," including food waste, grass clippings, and leaves. All of which mixes together, initiating a chemical process that causes decomposition. Now, if the compost pile is only partially decomposed, then one is faced with some dirt mixed with some stuff. And, as I learned today, one must reclaim the dirt! This involves sifting the whole messy, smelly concoction through a large wire sieve, reserving the dirt part and throwing the stuff part back into the compost pile. It's a physically demanding process, involving shovels, wheelbarrows, buckets, and such. And, it's pretty amazing to see, say, the vibrant, lively zucchini from last year's garden discarded, only to become part of the means to support new growth. I never realized how cool dirt could be.

A Day in the Brain of Coco the Cat

BREAKFAST!!!!! I MUST HAVE BREAKFAST! Will YOU feed me breakfast? Perhaps if I walk on your head, it will make you want to get out of bed and FEED ME BREAKFAST! No? Well, how about if I scratch everything in sight? Meow? Meow more pitifully? Walk on your head again? No? FINE! I'll just go and...no, wait, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE feed me breakfast!!

Oh, you're awake now? Sweet, sweet breakfast time! But, wait, you're not doing it fast enough. Perhaps if I follow your every step, that will make you go faster.

OH, BREAKFAST, BREAKFAST, BREAKFAST! How I love breakfast....

And, now, I shall roll upon the ground and be cute.

And, now, I shall take a seven-hour nap.

And, now, it is time for you to pay attention to me. Oh, you're working? Well, surely you can type, write, stand up, sit down, and do everything else you need to do WHILE HOLDING AND PETTING ME. No? How about if I walk on your keyboard? Will that help? No? FINE! I'll just find something else to entertain myself...like scratching everything in sight...and...oh, PLEASE, oh, PLEASE, oh PLEASE won't you pay attention to me?????

Oh, now you're petting me. That's good. Keep doing it. Ahhhhhhhhhh....

Well, I've had enough of you now.

It's time for me to go outside. You must let me outside. I know I have a way of getting outside without any effort on your part, BUT I WANT YOU TO LET ME OUTSIDE. And, now I shall poop in the garden. And, now I shall roll around in the dirt so I can roll around on the carpet later and get dirt all over the carpet. And, now I shall chase THAT SQUIRREL! WHO DOES IT THINK IT IS?? GETTING IN MY YARD?! THE NERVE!!!!! Oh, it's gone now. I shall now lie in the sun for a three-hour nap.

DINNER!!!!! I MUST HAVE DINNER! Will YOU feed me dinner? Perhaps if I stand and stare at you, it will make you want to FEED ME DINNER! No? Well, how about if I scratch everything in sight? Meow? Meow more pitifully? Run up and down the hallway? No? FINE! I'll just go and...no, wait, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE feed me dinner!!

Oh, you're ready to feed me dinner? Can it be true? Sweet, sweet dinner time! But, wait, you're not doing it fast enough. Perhaps if I follow your every step, that will make you go faster.

OH, DINNER, DINNER, DINNER! How I love dinner....

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Barbie Waffles

So, we're in the King Soopers, trying to find waffles for Jonathan. He developed a hankering for waffles within the past couple of weeks. He claims he bolted upright in the middle of the night, exclaiming, "WAFFLES!" Karen was unaware of such an outburst, but it makes a good story, so we'll go with it. So, there we are, beneath the godawful fluorescent lights, before the clinical glass doors, checking out the waffles. Like everything else in King Soopers, there are about a million varieties of frozen waffles. Round, square, blueberries.... So, there we are, mulling over the waffles, and suddenly we see them: Barbie Waffles. Otherwise unremarkable, these are round waffles with images of Barbie printed on them. Yep. And, they become a shiny beacon calling out to us: "Be true to your 1970s upbringing, cultural iconism, and sense of scathing irony. BUY US!" And, so we did.