Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Snowed In

I was supposed to go in to work today to shriek and snarl at the Accursed Catalog but there's just way too much snow out there on the streets still. Not for me--I can skip on down to the bus stop on one of the few streets they always scrape first (Emergency Snow Route) and I'm good. No, my boss lives on a side street that most likely won't be scraped for a couple days yet and since most of the catalog stuff was going to involve the both of us I got to sleep in.

I'd better be able to make the day up, or I'm eating ramen for the next week.

Of course I had to go out in the stuff to buy cat litter today. It never fails. You pour in 3" of the last of your fresh litter hoping it will last until the blizzard/hurricane/zombie nightmare is over and your little darling either drinks several gallons of water or he invites several of his incontinent friends over in the night. So for the past two days I've been dumping baking soda in, hopefully to make my apartment a bit less cattified until I could get down to the supermarket today. They claimed we got maybe 7" here. HA. What I floundered through was at least 10" and I refuse to even discuss the snowdrifts I attempted to climb over only to sink down about two feet. So I got to flail helplessly around in the stuff carrying a 7-lb. bag of litter home, which Grady has completely ignored. I'm guessing he'd squeezed out every bit of cat waste products over the weekend and he's got to get loaded up again.

I'm so effing bored with the snow I couldn't be bothered to take any pictures of it this time. To add insult to injury it was too cold for it to pack into snowballs. I mean, what's the point of that? I may as well be throwing loose flour at people. Feh.


Observe the Prince of Whales. That's my size-10 foot next to him for comparison. At this point pouncing on my head in the night is no longer cute.


This is the second stink bug I've found in my apartment since December. These damn things should be either dead or frozen solid at this time of year. It was flying around slamming into lampshades and driving Grady nuts, or at least until it landed and he got a good whiff of the thing. The only bug Grady hasn't attempted to eat.

Ehhhh. What's next? New Etsy stuff to photograph, and the stockings, a handful of patterns to post to the Stitch-O-Rama, etc.

Or I could curl up on the sofa with the cat and take a nap.