I'm happy. Everything is right in my world. For the moment. That'll all change when the fucktard gas company people show up tomorrow. I'm going to stay far, far away from them... better for both our sakes, me thinks.
Anyway...
All is at this moment, right in my world. Yup. Let me count the ways...
1. House is back. After suffering withdrawal symptoms for two fucking weeks... my show is back. So terribly happy about that. I'm not used to having to watch on a schedule, you know. A schedule tossed out on a whim by network yahoos. This is the first full season I've watched first run episodes on broadcast TV. Drives me fucking crazy that I have to wait a week... let alone three, ok? (I watched the first four & a half seasons on dvd or internet... which I could watch whenever I wanted. See?)
2. I have/had new episodes of Dexter to watch, compliments of my ferrety friend. Now. I have said I'm not that impressed by the show... and I'm not. Dexter, the character... well, I'm sorta indifferent to him. I don't dislike him. I feel sorry for him, really... and I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him. But... he's a fucking sociopath. A sympathetic one, sure... but still. It's hard for me to make a connection with someone who's crazy as a motherfucker. I do like the characters of Angel and Doakes. Especially Angel. For whatever reason, he amuses the shit outta me. Regardless of what I think of the show and characters, however, it's something to watch that I haven't seen before... that's good. I'm seriously outta those things.
3. IHop Tuesday.
4. Modern Warfare 2
5. I have tonight off. I actually forgot all about it. Veteran's Day. I mean... I knew I had Veteran's Day off... I never forget holidays. Ever. I just didn't realize it was Veteran's Day already. I mean, I did... but whatever... it snuck up on me while I wasn't looking or some shit like that. Surprise holiday! Can't beat that. Though it's sorta pointless as I slept all day (I was soooo tired by like 11a) and I'll be up all night... and I'll have to sleep all day tomorrow so I can be up all night Wednesday for work. Blah, blah, blah. But. Whatever. I'll play ModernWarfare 2 all night, I guess. Practice up my shooting skills.
Hmmmmmmm... I think that's about it. Whatever. That's not a bad list, right? Five things? And four days of work? Work two, off one, work two? See? It's not bad. It's all good. Seriously.
Work
Eh. Work was blah, blah. Nothing going on there at all. Literally. Since Kelly's not leaving, there's no supervisory replacement to be pondering... no new gossip going on that I'm aware of... not that anyone gossips with me anyway, because they don't... but whatever. Inmates all well behaved enough.
Really nothing going on.
On Sunday, I brought all my unauthorized belongs into control. All the ones that they're "cracking down" on... And, of course, no supervisor said a fucking thing about it. And they're not going to... they know better. You make someone just sit in there all night on 3rd shift, without a fucking thing to do, they'll either be sleeping or they'll be me... if I'm bored, I create my own entertainment. That usually ends up amusing for me and universally annoying for the rest of humanity. The supervisors understand that I'm not going to be bored... so it's better to let me bring something to do than for me to have to create something to do. You see?
IHop
My poor friend. She had me laughing so hard this morning, that I had tears. She had tears too... but it was because she wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry. Her parents are driving her bat shit crazy. Seriously... and she was telling me this shit... and I couldn't help but laugh, cuz it's so fucking funny.
First her dad went to Walmart and bought a $5 litter pan. Ok? One of those As Seen On TV deals. It's the one, apparently, that has three parts... one of the parts is basically a sifter... a pan with holes in the bottom that goes inside another pan, then is covered in litter... when it gets dirty you lift the 2nd pan, the sifter pan, and the poo and all stays on that while the litter gets sifted back into the main pan. The third pan is so that you can transfer the sifter pan (after you've dumped said poo) into it and then poor the litter from the 1st pan on top. (Not the best description, but you should get the picture... unless you're dense. )
Well... my friend's dad can't figure this out. He is absolutely convinced that he has purchased three seperate litter pans and can't understand why one has holes in the bottom. My friend even took out the instructions and showed him how it went together. Then got some item or another to play the part of poo... and demonstrated how this is supposed to work... and he still doesn't get it.
And tomorrow? He's going to fix the holes in that 3rd pan.
And, of course, I'm just imagining him out in the garage tomorrow, spackling all those holes shut.
She also told me while she was grilling yesterday evening, her dad tried to make her wear one of those little headlamp things that comes with headgear? For like... outdoorsy stuff and guys who work on cars and what not? He was not only trying to convince her she needed to wear this contraption to see the grill, but he was trying to forcefully put it on her head. (Well... not forcefully, as in maliciously... but as in not stopping when he was asked to stop.) She also said that her mother had set out a half pound of hamburger... to make 6 hamburgers... and the patties were itty bitty. She said it seriously looked like she was grilling meat balls.
And then, of course, her parents ate the mini burgers on regular sized buns.
Oh my goodness. I seriously had tears going. Because I know her parents and I can picture every bit of this in my head... especially the itty bitty burgers on the big old buns. That's some funny ass shit. Grilling meat balls!
Magnus, Eli & Isaac
My ferrets that were sick (they decided to share a tummy bug) way back in... what the end of September? Yeah. Magnus & Eli... back to 100%. I might've said that once already. I can't remember. Eating normal, playing normal... just back to the way they're supposed to be.
Isaac, you'll remember, has been the slowest to recover. He was the first one to get sick, the one that got the sickest and he has taken the longest to recover. He is still not eating kibble that I'm aware of... he has a great appetite... for either my friend's ferret chicken gravy (homemade food) or Science Diet A/D prescription cat food. (High calorie) Oh... and treats. He loves his Bil-Jaks. (Chicken liver based dog treats. Dogs love them and ferrets, I think, love them even more. My guys think they're the greatest thing ever!) I'm only giving him the "special" food (not kibble) twice a day... once in the morning and once in the evening to encourage him to eat kibble. So far that strategy isn't working... or not working well.
The good news and the reason for going here in the first place? The past two mornings in a row... Isaac has played. Rough housed, bounced around... acted like a ferret. He has not done that in over a month! Finally... finally he is starting to feel better and starting to be himself again. That is a long ass time for a little guy like a ferret to be feeling punky, let me tell you.
Roran
I'm going to strangle that ferret one day, I really am. He's just soooooo incredibly lucky that he's an incredibly handsome ferrety soul... because he is such a little twat. I'm not kidding. He is the only ferret I've ever had that is naughty on purpose. He knows exactly what bit of naughtiness he's up to, as well, and will head for the hills as soon as he's made. The little shit ass.
Roran at a local lake this past January.
Yesterday, he decided to go under the entertainment center. And refuse to come out. Now... he used to do this quite frequently... but doesn't do it so much now. Thankfully. Because getting him out? Takes an act of God & congress... because he sure as shit isn't coming out just because I want him to... oh, no.
His markings cause him to have a perpetually pissed off look... Which is even more pronounced when he actually is pissed off.
To get his naughty ass out from under the entertainment center (and he knows damn well that I want him out, the little shit.), I have to take the TV off the entertainment center... that thing weighs about... 180 lbs. Then, I have to start carefully pulling the entertainment center (a full wall unit) away from the wall. Carefully, because I don't want to hurt the naughty little fucker or tip the entertainment center over...
He is a handsome bloke, though, ain't he?
He made me drag that thing out about 2 ft on each end yesterday, the furry little fucker. Normally, I only have to pull out one end about... 6" maybe... and he'll poke his head out... like he hasn't a clue I've been lookingn for him, of course, and I'll snatch him up. But yesterday? Yeah. He wasn't poking his head out for anything.
He finally did, of course.
And before I could grab him, he made a break for it and ran under the futon. And then we had a lovely game of "Chase the naughty little fucker around the room because he doesn't want to go back into the cage"... we play this game often. Usually when it's time for me to go to work or when I want to go to bed. Of course.
He finally got caught, of course. And then he just turns into a lump of cuddle ferret. I think he does that on purpose, too. Manipulative little bitch.
Today's Illness
Leishmaniasis. Yes. I know what it is. If you Google it, so will you. And do a Google image search for the full effect. (You're welcome. ) Had a bit of a time there... took me a few tries to get the spelling correct. For some reason, thought the "i" needed to come before the "e"... hmmmmmmm...
House
Just a few set photos from last night's episode Known Uknowns.
In case you're lost, you know...
Lakeside...
Director Greg Yaitanes with the PotW's puffy leg.
And, in case you're dying to know, last night's episode was filmed at Lake Arrowhead Resort & Spa. And now you know. Looks like a very pretty place... and like a place I couldn't afford to stay at... but still cool.
Today's Video
From the newly released Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, which I picked up my copy of this morning. Both of the CoD:MF games have been intense. (Well, I've only just played a bit of this current one...) Good gaming experiences, but not what I'd call "fun", necessarily. You're too immersed in the game... and the game is about war.. and war isn't exactly fun. Both of these games have, at times, left me feeling really, really angry. Angry and a couple of times just... in shock, I guess would be the best way to describe it.
You know a game's good when it brings out real emotion. Eh?
This new game is intense to the point of having the ability to skip over levels that "some may find disturbing or offensive". (Maybe like the part right at the beginning where the Russian bad guy & crew machine guns to death an entire airport full of civilians???)
Practice up my shooting skills. 
And, of course, no supervisor said a fucking thing about it. And they're not going to... they know better. You make someone just sit in there all night on 3rd shift, without a fucking thing to do, they'll either be sleeping or they'll be me... if I'm bored, I create my own entertainment. That usually ends up amusing for me and universally annoying for the rest of humanity. The supervisors understand that I'm not going to be bored... so it's better to let me bring something to do than for me to have to create something to do. You see?
