The holidays have come and gone, obviously. Mine were full of six-hour car rides, a village in New York that was approximately a hop, skip, and a jump away from the Canadian border, Rock Band, family (not mine, of course), A Christmas Story, children, delicious alfredo sauce, knitting, cats, cats in cones, a shiny new laptop (which was long overdue; my old lappy practically literally no longer functioned; thanks Clark), painting, book unpacking (finally! I never really feel at home until the books come out), friends, diet chocolate soda, pasta buffet, Coloretto, New Super Mario Bros. Wii, Quiddler, Wii Fit Plus, Hoity Toity, Cranium, BeanBoozled® jelly beans, The Little Mermaid: 3-D Under the Sea Adventure Game, multilayered bean dip, air mattresses, ball drops, and The Road.
Despite the fact that I generally loathe people, ritual, and busyness, it was fun times.
Catch-up points worthy of further elaboration:
Cats in cones: Shortly before Christmas, we got our cats neutered/spayed. This was highly desireable because we did not want kittens or to be scarred for life (our cats are sibliings and while this did not stop Leon from attempting to molest Ada about 20 times a day, it was upsetting for us humans to watch, what with our silly ideas about incest and such). Ada left the vet with stitches, so she had to wear a cone for a week to make sure she didn't pull them out (which she would have, there's nothing that cat spends more time doing than licking--herself, Leon, me, clothes, hair, whatever's within her zone of influence). I thought this would be somewhat amusing. But actually it was the saddest, most pathetic thing I've ever seen. She hated the cone. When we first brought her home, she kept bumping into things and trying to shake off the cone. She also wouldn't let us touch her and growled at me for the first time ever. It was rather traumatizing, especially since I already felt pretty bad about the spaying/neutering. I mean, taking away a creature's ability to reproduce, especially just for convenience's sake, seems like one of the most horrible things one being can do to another. Fortunately, Leon, being the big, stupid, incorrigible cat he is, was totally unfazed by his surgery. He was back to climbing onto the counters and knocking over his water bowl in no time.
New Super Mario Bros. Wii: Although this game can be absolutely rage inducing when playing multiplayer on the normal levels (one person always gets everything that pops out of the blocks, you get in each other's way, you can never time the jumps right so that everyone makes it across those perfectly mario-sized abysses, etc.), turns out the coin battle mode is great fun with multiple people since the whole point is to thwart the other players. For example, if you want all the coins for yourself, what better way to achieve that goal than to jump on a Yoshi, swallow a teamate, then spit her out into a pirana plant?
BeanBoozled® jelly beans: Apparently Jelly Belly thinks it's amusing to create a pack of jelly beans in which a black bean might taste like liccorice or skunk spray, green might taste like pear or boogers, yellow like popcorn or rotten egg, orange like peach or vomit, etc., and you have no way of knowing until you bite in. All I have to say is this: boy, do I never want to taste rotten egg ever again. I heard centipede was pretty awful, too.
Knitting: (Slytherin) scarf,
hat,
and mittens are done.
As you can see, the first mitten was too small, the second mitten was too large, but the third mitten was just right. Then I just had to make another. Sigh. On the up side, I'm pretty much a mitten knitting master now. Next up: leg warmers.
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