Meme from Finn

Ten fictional characters I would like to have sex with, in no particular order:

1. Starbuck, from the new Battlestar Galactica.

2. Lister, from Red Dwarf (shut up, I find him funny).

3. The Doctor, from the just-ended season of Dr. Who.

4. Nero Wolfe. Okay, I'm not sure if I'd like to have sex with him (his extreme dislike of being touched might get in the way, not to mention his inherent dislike of women), but I'd certainly like to spend some time living in his house.

5. Xena. Nuff said.

6 & 7. Zoë and Mal from Firefly

8. Ares, from Xena.

9. Pandora, from Shrödinger & Pandora

10. Arthur Dent, from HHGTTG (book, not movie).

Hrm. Only two of the above ten are from books (although one is from a play that I read, rather than saw). I think I need to read more.

In theory I'm supposed to tag five people to do this meme, but I can't be bothered. I'm interested in the responses of everyone on my friends list.

The cats are getting out of hand.

It all started with Buttons and Zoid. I believe I've blogged about them before, but in case I haven't, they're the two cats who first started hanging out on my balcony this spring. Buttons and Zoid are kind of shy (Zoid especially is quite skittish). For the longest time they bolted every time I opened my back door or made a loud noise in the kitchen, but now they're more used to me and will let me pet them and rub their bellies.

I put out a bowl of water for them and figured, cool, I've made some new friends. And all was well. Occasionally, when I was out on the balcony petting one of them, they'd try to walk into my apartment, but I managed to discourage that and it seemed we had an understanding.

Then, a couple weeks ago, I was in my kitchen when this *enormous* feline walks out of the corner where Buttons and Zoid hang out, and plants itself in front of the doorway, staring at me. I swear, this animal weighed at least 20lbs, mostly muscle, and it had cheeks like I've never seen on a domestic cat before. They stuck out, like the cheeks you'd find on a lioness or something. Creepy. Anyway, this monster just sits on the balcony, staring at me through slitted eyes, and making me extremely uncomfortable. I try to go about my kitchenly business (I think I was making lunch), but it's hard with this gaze on me. Finally it gets bored, gives its butt a few licks, and heads down the fire escape. I was relieved. Now I know this isn't like me, I'm not usually the type of person who holds it against someone if they're not conventionally attractive but, well, there was just nothing cute about this cat. It was downright intimidating. It came back a couple days later and I tried to force my lookist tendancies down, and petted it a bit, but the experience was wholely unsatisfying, I think for the cat as well as me.

Now, as if that wasn't strange enough, yesterday evening I lying on the couch, reading, when I see some movement out of the corner of my eye. It looks kind of like a cat's face, but I figure my brain's playing tricks on me, it was probably just a paper or piece of clothing moving in the breeze from the fan. But then I see it again, and it's decidedly cat-like, so I take my eyes off my bike and look straight at it. Sure enough, there's a completely unfamiliar little Siamese poking its nose through my livingroom door. I get up and walk towards it, which is enough to chase it down the hall to the kitchen, and as I follow it it heads back out to the balcony and into the little corner nook the cats seem so fond of. I follow it all the way out and give it a few scritches behind the ear to indicate that it's welcome on my balcony, just not in my apartment, then I go inside.

Once inside I decide I want to take a bath. I'm in the bathroom, running water, when the Siamese comes back into the apartment to keep me company. I shoo it away, this time flicking some water off my hands at it, and it manages to fall down in its rush to turn around and run out.

Dave shows up while I'm in the bath, and once I'm out we hang out in the kitchen, tidying up a bit. The Siamese comes back and is very persistent. Dave and I have to lift it up and carry it out to the balcony (with it purring the whole time) three times before I finally give up on the idea of having air circulation and just close the back door.

I feel kind of badly now, because I haven't seen the Siamese since last night, and Buttons and Zoid (who, apparently, live in one of the apartments one floor down from me, but tend to go visiting throughout the building) haven't been around much lately. In theory I would love to let the neighbourhood cats hang out in my apartment and keep my company while I work, as long as they're reasonably clean and don't use my floor as a litterbox, but I'm just too allergic to cats to do that. It's too bad.

Money Meme

Via Bitch Ph.D. and Frog

1. How much money is in your wallet right now?
About 15$

2. How much money would you need in the bank to feel secure? Rich?

Secure, about 10K. Enough to live on for a year if I lost my job. Rich, geez, I dunno. If I had 50K$ or more, with an income on top of it, I'd feel great.

3. If someone gave you $100, no strings attached, what would you do with it?
I'd put it towards my upcoming vacation. Or maybe I'd buy a new bike lock.

4. If someone gave you $1 million, no strings attached, what would you do with it?
I'd invest it. With the income, I would get a nicer apartment, with a proper back yard and a closed office. Then I would cut back my hours at my job to half-time, so that I could focus more on knitting, gardening, and generally creating. I'd give monthly donations to Kids' Help Phone, Women's eNews, Amnesty International, and Planned Parenthood. Other than that my life plan wouldn't change that much. I'd still do the intensive French immersion camp that I'm planning to do, then go to school to become a paramedic, then get a farm in rural quebec and work as a paramedic. I'm not doing any of that for the money, but heaven knows the money would help.

Snails and Jews

I. Snails

My snails have spent the last two days either mating or conducting a very slow-motion fight over who gets to wrap their entire body around what's left of the cuttlefish bone. Since I already have one clutch of eggs that I have no idea what to do with, I'm hoping it's the latter.

II. Jews

Why does the Orthodox-Jewish owned patisserie always have to be closed on Friday evenings when I'm most likely to be craving pastries?
(Although I suppose an equally valid question would be "why do I always crave pastries on Friday evenings when the patisserie is guaranteed to be closed?") Dammit, I want my cookies!

I've made a discovery

People who buy books for kids are really just looking for an excuse to buy and read the books themselves.

I was reading Books Are Pretty by Flea of One Good Thing and found myself thinking, of the children's books "Hmm, who can I buy that for? That seems like such a good book.... For a kid! I mean for a kid! Why would *I* want to read a book aimed at 7-year-olds? Although I could read it *to* the kid.... that seems like a really good book."

Although I'm happy to admit, consciously, to myself and others, that I enjoy kids' books, apparently my subconscious is still embarrassed by this.