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Look who I found near my apartment. What should I name her?
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Well, Lent begins today. And, I thought I'd mention some oft overlooked aspects of scripture.

Jesus and Mary were a couple of lookers, weren't they? I mean, I could certainly see why God chose to knock up Mary. And Jesus? I would walk behind him any day of the week. Unf. God's chosen indeed.

I just wanna give up sleep I think entirely. Regular sleep isn't much better than weirdo Dream sleep. Here I thought I could catch a break.

Has anyone been to the Food Truck Fare on Wednesdays, in Costa Mesa? It's very intriguing, but I haven't wanted to venture there by myself. I know that most people would inquire as to why anyone would trust food from a truck but did you know that they actually have more strict health code standards than a free-standing restaurant? I mean, really, the state of unclean ceilings, walls, and floors and questionable residue you can get away with having in a restaurant before it reaches the category of 'critical violation' is very interesting.

An old friend of mine told me about this forum and said it's the most entertaining thing he's read in months, and I just figured, why not sign up too? And add it to my list of websites to check daily during my coffee break in addition to Google News, CNN, Al Jazeera, and Etsy. Wendy Darling is my name. It's nice to meet you all.

The last few days, I've woken up with my fridge open and Sir Pounce-a-lot's dinner lying half eaten on the floor. I've just assumed that I hadn't been closing the fridge properly.

But I think I'm in the process of watching him attempt to get it open himself. I will keep this riveting tale of the Cat that Could updated as details emerge.

... I don't know what I'm going to do if he has figured out how to open the fridge.

Sir Pounce-a-lot is such a smart kitty. The smartest kitty in the whole wide world.

EDIT: Yes. Sir Pounce has indeed figured out how to open the fridge. Knickerweasles.

EDIT #2: ( Photographic proof )

((OOC: In the interest of consistency, please ignore the black cat in the last photo, and pretend the kitchen is much smaller. ... For anyone who isn't already aware, Sir Pounce-a-lot is played by my kitty, Yue, and this is totally an excuse to show off my cat.))

How sad is it that the only calls I got this weekend were about my student loans and a heart surgery?

I do wish that I would stop dreaming about being pulled along behind a horse in chains, and being woken up by a woman wearing armour kicking me in the head. At the very least, if I could stop waking up with a splitting headache, that would be nice. Though, maybe that's a hangover...

It's a bit of an annoyance when habits of who you dream to be in a different world somehow squeeze their way into here. It's almost an instinct to say 'Maker's breath!' in the place of something like 'oh my god!' Or whatever other equivalence there is. Goodness. And there might also be an incoming headache, in regards to my memory suddenly being stuffed by everything that pertains to Andrastian theology.

And darkspawn. Let's discuss those hellish creatures, why don't we?

I'm a bit cranky, and I think it's time for some spiked tea, thank you.

I had protestors outside my office this afternoon. It proved entertaining.

Hello, people of the internet! I guess it's about high time I start meeting people; I've been here long enough. So uh, hi! I'm Anders. I volunteer at the free medical clinic in Santa Ana. Maybe I've met a few of you before.

So. In lieu of anything to talk about and the fact that strangers always love cats, here's my cat. His name is Sir Pounce-a-lot. And he's just the cutest wutest little thing in the whole world.

( Sir Pounce-A-Lot! <3 )

Wow, my dad in my dreams is kind of an asshole. My mom told him I was gay, even though she promised she wouldn't and he threatened to call the police on Brian since I'm only seventeen in the dreams. Then he threatened to send me to military school and slapped me after I got in a fight at school. And to top it all off, he somehow found out what kind of car Brian drove and rear ended him, giving him a concussion.

It wasn't all bad though, cause I met up with Brian's lesbian friends and I wound up selling some of my art at the Gay & Lesbian Center's art show. Then for whatever reason I decided to get my nipple pierced. Apparently I thought Brian would like it.

For those of you going to Pride, we're gonna be meeting at [airport Gaz's jet is at] Friday afternoon. If anyone needs a ride, let me know.

I just witnessed the most adorable thing in the world during my break. As a result of the marriage equality news today, Peter Pan proposed to Aladdin in the middle of the break room. They've been dating almost as long as me and Huck and everyone knew it was coming eventually, but since California was being an asshat until now, they were waiting. The best part was that Aladdin wasn't even expecting it. I'm so incredibly excited for them.

God, some of the things I've witnessed in our break room would probably have some parents outraged. I love it.

I put on a ton of sunscreen and I still got sunburnt. Go figure.

Have the animals shut up yet? I haven't really been paying attention. Mostly I keep my headphones on so I don't have to put up with their singing or whatever.

It's so annoying.

There are new pictures of me modeling some of Peter's clothing in the newest magazine of.. whatever. I forget the name. Vogue maybe. I think I look amazing.

Who wants to take me to dinner? I need company.

So I eloped and am now "married" by Vegas wedding people. Oh well. Still counts IMO.

Imagine having an actual discussion with a cat about why he has to be neutered ( probably not safe for work )

I will say, however, that dogs going under anesthetic and coming out of it are the most hilarious thing that I have ever heard, and all the surgeries went smoothly, so there's that. Having my cat berate me for forgetting to change the litter this morning on the way to work though, is something it'll take some getting used to.

How's everybody else in this?

Today I had a patient in my clinic who wanted to inquire about possible homeopathic treatments. It's difficult to respond to such a question; I merely stood back and admired the purity of the patient's stupidity...much in the way I admire the botfly. It's a disgusting little beast that I wouldn't touch with a barge pole, but I admire it's evolutionary perfection. As for the patient, I tossed her from my building.

People talk about 'alternative' treatments, but what they mean is 'magic' or 'God'...both meaningless terms. When real treatments, real alternative treatments and real scientific strides arise in the public eye....people shriek and cry and whine in terror. They complain about risk, and the politicians rush to get such practices banned in the name of petty, time-relative morality. Ignorance is prevalent...people cling to it like a security blanket. Discovery can be terrifying, and this is a world of cowards.

Science, or hogwash. Those are your choices. In the end, those are the only choices.

Hello there network. I come to you with yet another request but this one actually doesn't involve you adopting anything or dealing with kittens in any way, shape or form. Unless you wanted them , I mean.

This request involves posing a question and getting your answers based on how you would respond to the situation.

( fire and arrests of a sort. Oh and psych wards )

Wise men compose books of spells
They collect strange, mystic tools
But ere thou speak the magic words...
You have to learn the rules!

A staff in the hand may be quite continental
But potions are a girl's best friend
A wand may be grand but it won't pay the rental
Or make car payments
Or feed you more than cheap ramen
Wizards old and wizards bold
They all have their charms in the end
Even young magi grow weary, but dry those tears, deary
Potions are a girl's best friend!

Magius! Gandalf the Grey! Zedicus! Merlin!
Talk to me, Harry Dresden, tell me all about it!
There may come a day when a lass needs a lawyer
But potions are a girl's best friend!

One of the "perks" of being an unofficial cat rescue is that people seem to drop their injured animals off a lot, or the general public lets me know where injured cats ARE and I get to go play rescue. I never COULD leave one alone if I know it's in trouble somewhere, no matter what. Too compassionate toward the little beasties for my own good? Probably am.

At any rate, today was one of those riding out to play Cat Rescue games. As a result of what went down, I'm voice posting this from the E.R where I'm being given antibiodics and some pain meds through an IV. I get to go home after since they think they caught it, but I also get to take augmentin with me, and given that the bite's on my right finger, something tells me that I'm calling out tomorrow.

This is when you really, really start to think about getting a partner or at least assistant with reasonable clinical qualifications to free me up while this is going on. It won't help for tomorrow and very probably my Wednesday-Thursday surgery days (wait damn it IS Wednesday now, isn't it? I don't know, the drugs are good), and I've already made plans involving The View, Dr. Phil and the soaps in my DVR queue, but IS there anyone on this who knows another vet, perhaps a student who could assist with exams if this comes up again?

And how many sympathy kisses do all of you think I can solicit if I take my story to the pub?

I have just invented a whole new flavor; well, not so much invented as stumbled upon, but really what are inventions if not happy accidents? It's a wonderful thing though, tastes amazing, a bit refreshing and a bit odd really. Still, fantastic!

Mint Jammie Dodger with a hint of salt.

May I suggest trying it? It's absolutely wonderful.

Central air is FANTASTIC.

But it's still really hot in the attic. How do I fix this?? I have things! Things I need to do up here! In the attic!

In other news.
( LOOK AT OUR ADORABLE KITTENS )

Hey, I'm new and my name's Anders.

Can we all take a minute to discuss kittens on the valarnet, here? Kittens are insanely adorable little things with adorably tiny paws and great big eyes and the little noses that twitch and their whiskers and all the fluff...

I might be going a LITTLE thick there, sorry. But so. Kittens. We’ve established that they are adorable. They are also, usually, incredibly cuddly and make the sweetest little cooing sounds besides the meows, or at least the gorgeous litter of maine coons someone dropped off at the office this week. They’re absolutely precious little cooing balls of awesome already, really really laid back, and would be great with kids, old people, students who are allowed to have pets, people in their teens to over a hundred..., busy people, people with time to have a companion who likes to curl up with you, tea drinkers, coffee lovers, anybody who doesn’t have an allergy...

Okay so the point is you really need to come and meet our kittens.

We’re in the situation where we’re not a shelter, and that probably won’t happen for another couple years if we get funding, but people bring their kittens to me all the time, and the overnight stay enclosures for the cats are getting pretty full and I’ve had to start doubling them up so my patients can have the peace they need after surgeries.

The dog area is looking much, much better as far as housing them these days, NOT that I’m saying people should run and drop their puppies off with me either. I’m REALLY not a puppy person, even though dogs can be nice, but I have a lot of kittens, and some older cats all really looking for homes who I DON’T want to have to drive to the shelter if I don’t have to. These guys are perfectly healthy, come with shots, and a bag of the food they’re getting here, and when they’re old enough, I’ll throw in a spay and neuter. I’d take them all back with me if I could, but seeing as that’s kind of not an option, I’m going to turn to all of you.

PLEASE come meet the kitties out at City Lickers in Irvine any time you can, we’re even open Sundays, and maybe think about giving one of those precious little faces a good home?

I don't know if anybody here is interested in this or not, but the Wayne Enterprises Grey Flannel Suits have their first game, a doubleheader tomorrow, starting at noon. If you want to come and laugh at a bunch of corporate employees while we try to play a game of ball, twice, we'll be playing on the field at Wayne Park, with a full concession stand, proceeds going to charity.

Against all sound advice, and sanity, I will be catching. Yes, I am scared too. So come on out to see me break my jaw again!

In an attempt to remove the stick from my ass Hi I'm Dani and I'm stupidly socially awkward outside of alcohol This is stupid it's just a bbq you idiot FUCK IT

I have a gigantic backyard and like to make fajitas. I don't get Monday off (no way in hell they're letting a park ranger have Memorial Day off), but my shift ends pretty early if anyone wants to join me for grilled fajitas and beers.

I have a dog if that matters in one way or another. She's friendly though.

Send a PM or whatever if you want to come over and I'll give you the address. I don't imagine I'll get too many responses to this, but I'll probably cap this out at 10 people or so.

EDIT: Wow, you guys. Awesome turnout! I think that's about all the people I can handle, but this should be pretty fun! Or a complete disaster.

((ooc note: handwaving the PM's of addresses. You can all assume that those who wanted to attend got one with directions to Casa Dani))

... And it's a nice pet shop! I was really blessed to get a location that is clean and neat and doesn't look like scary people are going to pop up out of nowhere and mug you and steal your pets and wallets.

I know I wouldn't want to buy a pet from a place like that!

It's over in Huntington Beach, and it's called Fluttershy's Menagerie. Oh, Fluttershy is... I guess... kind of a nickname of mine.

I'm bad at this. I'm Minerva, hello internet. It's a lot easier to type here than it is to advertise and make commercials and things.

Anyway, I do a lot of the breeding myself, and I sort of made the mistake of getting a bunny friend for my rabbit, Angel...

And now I have ... well... a whole LOT of bunnies for sale. SO many bunnies for sale. They're all adorable and need love and happy homes, won't you come by and take some of these bunnies off my hands?

I would really appreciate it... if you know, it's not too much trouble.