Huh... *scratches head* Limbo, eh?

( The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you... )

And here I thought for sure I'd be headed either for purgatory or maybe the seventh circle (violent against self), but there you go. Apparently, despite being Christian, I'm a virtuous non-believer. Bah. The third circle wouldn't have been a bad choice either: I like food. ;)

NCIP update

Well, things have settled down considerably, although Gretzky is still having problems letting either George or Pan-Pan come within more than a foot or so of her.

George is determined to get in close, and keeps making bull rushes at her, then leaping aside as though stung when she hisses at him. It's kind of funny, actually.

Pan-Pan has taken to hiding under the bed, as he always does when New And Scary Situations™ arise.

On the plus side, Gretzky is actively wandering around the apartment and doesn't seem intimidated in the least by her new surroundings. She's also very affectionate and purrs loudly when petted. So all in all I think things should work out in the next few days or so.

*smooches paganmommy*

Michelle, you rock my world.

For those of you who (understandably) don't read every single comment to every single one of my entries, she has introduced me to FLY Lady, which is a godsend, I swear.

Together with my whirlwind cleanup of Monday night and Tuesday morning, I am going to take on the Forces of Clutter and Nastiness that have heretofore been the plague of my existence. No more Sloppy!Phnee! w00t!

Umm, yeah. Some of what she says seems suspect (for one, I'm not supposed to wear shoes indoors because it disturbs the downstairs neighbours, so I won't be doing that), but the whole "baby steps" approach is one that I like. I currently have hot water and bleach working its magic in my (now free of dishes!) kitchen sink. Sparkly sink, here I come!

( More rambling about household cleaning stuff which isn't interesting except for me )

Oh, I'm thinking of making a filter for these entries 'cause they're boring. Here's a poll, and please answer thruthfully, I'll make the answers private. See, if everyone replies that they want to be on the filter, I just won't make one, as it wouldn't be useful. ;)


[Poll #129856]

Yet another reason to stay in the closet... :P

I'll get to the rest of my day in another post, since it mostly went well. A word of warning: if you have little to no patience with bogots, you may want to skip this post.


So I was having dinner with my parents (can we see where this all started to go downhill?) when my father brought up what was really a harmless anecdote about a colleague of his who got a fine for walking through a park to get home after midnight. It appears that there's a new law out there that prohibits people from being in a public park after dark these days (11pm or midnight or thereabouts).

My mother rolled her eyes at my father and coolly informed him that of course this law was in effect and had been for years (not the case, in case you were wondering). The reason, she stated, as though pointing out the obvious to a particularly slow-witted child, was because of all the homosexual activities (emphasis hers, complete with disgusted tone) that go on in Mount Royal after dark.

After I laughed at her (because what else can you do when faced with a statement like that?), she stared at me coldly and told me to research the data before I laughed. I was trying to point out to her that there were doubtless many other people up to hanky-panky in the wee hours of the morning in parks, but she would have none of it. Of course it was the homosexuals, and not just any homosexuals, but male homosexuals.

My mother is not Queen Victoria, I hasten to assure you. She holds female homosexuals in just as much contempt. She just thinks they're all feminists who have no sense of hygiene and just haven't found the right man yet.

It's all I can do not to cry.

I don't think I'll be telling her I'm gay any time soon. *sigh*