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Our Family Has Grown By Four Paws

Published July 31, 2015 by ia84

When the boy and I first got together, I made it pretty clear that to love me is to love (or at least gracefully tolerate) any various pet (live or stuffed) that I may hold up in front of his face, while squealing something along the lines of, “Doesn’t he have just the most precious widdle face you’ve ever seen?”  We both agreed when we got married that eventually we’d have a dog or cat, but the timing wasn’t optimal at present.  I still needed to finish (and by that I mean start) unpacking, and we just needed to settle into being a married couple.  This is the first time either of us has lived with someone as more than just a roommate.  Adjusting has to happen.

The first few months, I did good.  Yes, I desperately wanted to go to the shelter and get a little unwanted kitty, but I knew the boy was right.  We needed to wait.  And then I got mono.

If you’ve read any of my recent posts, you’ll know the whole “yay, I got mono for the second time in my life”  story.   If you don’t know the story, basically I spent all of May trying to figure out why I felt so rotten.  Beginning of June, found out I had mono.  It was a pretty “magical” time in my life.

So, I was beginning to recover, when one of my friends let me know that the Humane Society was having a half-off sale on adult cats.  (I realize I should clarify, they weren’t selling half of a cat, it was half-off the price.  Wait, none of you needed me to explain that?  Oh well, here’s hoping at least one person out there found this terrible joke slightly funny…)  Thinking that it couldn’t hurt to at least look at the shelter’s website, as long as I stuck to my guns about not giving in to my desire for a kitty, I went browsing.  I’ll be honest, there were some pretty cute cats.  However, as I went from page to page, no image really leaped out and grabbed me.  Until I came across the image of a cat that looked exactly like my poor, dead Howie cat (except this cat had amber eyes instead of Howie’s green).

I stared at that picture, and I fell in love.  He was purrrrfect.  I wanted desperately to rush over to the Humane Society and adopt him immediately.  However, I knew the boy might have some issue if I did that.  Instead I waited until he got home, and then I kind of attacked him with all the information I had about the cat.  I’m relatively certain my ramblings went something like this, “He’s just so precious and adorable.  He really needs a home.  He’s four, and he’s been at the shelter for a month.  No one is going to want an older cat that’s already been there that long.  Just look at this picture!”  And that’s when I shoved my phone in his face, forcing him to look at the “perfect” cat.  I ended my sales pitch with, “We REALLY need a cat.”

I believe his response was something along the lines of, “I believe that you believe we really need a cat.”

“So, you’re saying we don’t need a cat?”

“I didn’t say that, I said that I believe that you believe we really need a cat.”

“So, if  I went and adopted him tomorrow, that’d be okay?”

“As you wish.”

I feel I should interject here, that when the boy says, “As you wish,” it’s super romantic and quite swoon-worthy because he’s actually saying, “I love you.”  And if you’re thinking that it sounds like I lifted that straight from Princess Bride, well, there’s a good reason for that.  I love when he says it, and I think he knows it.

Anyway, the next day my mom went with me, and I spent nearly two hours waiting to get to spend some time with the kitty.  Mom and I sat facing the row of windows, right in front of where he was sitting.  He came with the name Ziggy, but there was absolutely nothing about him that screamed Ziggy at me.  Maybe Garfield, but not Ziggy.  I spent the whole two hours being desperately afraid that somebody in line ahead of me would be there for Ziggy, and they’d get him before I could.  However, there were bunches of kittens, and they were definitely garnering more attention and visits than the big, fat, orange cat.

Finally, my number got called.

I found myself sitting in this little room with my mom and a humane society worker.  She asked some basic questions about my lifestyle and home, and then asked me why I wanted to adopt Ziggy.  I realized that I probably shouldn’t say, “He looks exactly like the reincarnation of my dead cat who I miss terribly.”  So, I gave some pat answer about how from what I’d read on Ziggy’s info, it looked like he would be a perfect fit for our home, and that I just wanted to give him at home.  I can’t remember exactly what I said, but I’m sure it sounded trite and formulaic.  I must have satisfied their questions, because they let him in the room to see how he’d do.

He did great.

I adopted him.

Then I texted the boy (who was at work) an adorable picture of Ziggy sticking his nose out through the holes in the carrier side, and captioned it, “Hi, dad!”  Unfortunately, the boy didn’t get the picture and only saw the text, and because he doesn’t equate pet ownership the same as being parents, he immediately thought that I meant a miracle had happened and I was pregnant.  Which led to him calling me with great excitement, and me realizing that maybe I should’ve worded my text message differently.  I had to burst his bubble, and tell him I was just referring to the kitty.  Later on, I had to give him a hard time about the fact that he actually thought that if I found out I was pregnant I would let him know via a text message.  Um…hello…that would be huge, life-altering, amazing news, and there is no way I’d tell him in a text message!  I could be 5000 miles away, and I’d find a way to get home so I could tell him face to face.

Ziggy came to live with us, and by that I mean, he spent the next few weeks primarily living under our bed.  He turned out to be afraid of  everything (side note: he’s only scared of mostly everything now, I see this as progress).  Since I was adamant he wasn’t a Ziggy, we started trying out new names.  For the first two weeks we called him Ajani (a cat character from Magic: The Gathering), but then I found out that Ajani is actually a girl’s name and put my foot down.  I said something about the fact that I didn’t care if he was fixed, I wasn’t giving him a girl’s name.  Which led to me calling him Monk, as in Adrian Monk, Tony Shalhoub’s character from Monk.  I figured that if the cat was scared of everything, it was a good fit.  And then the boy finished building the greatest cat house ever…

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He build a cat sized TARDIS.

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I’m 5’0″ tall, and I can barely see over the top of this thing.  And if building a TARDIS for my cat wasn’t enough, the boy came up with the most perfect name ever.

Doctor Mew.

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Dear BBC America

Published August 23, 2014 by ia84

It’s been a crappy week.  A really crappy week.  A week I sincerely hope I never ever have to experience ever again.

Sure, there were moments that weren’t so bad.  Like getting to watch Sharknado 2.  That was pretty fantastic.  It also rocked that the boy spent a considerable amount of time hanging out with me, and he didn’t ever press me to find out what exactly had happened to make my week such a disaster.

Yeah, disaster is a pretty fair summation of the week.

So, that brings me to the point of all this…

You chose this weekend to premier the new season of Doctor Who.  Not only the new season, but the new Doctor.  This is incredibly exciting!  Knowing there’s new Who to look forward to has helped me get through the week.

So…no pressure…but…

Please Please PLEASE let it be awesome and amazing!  Please don’t break my little Who loving heart!

Like I said, it’s been a crappy week.

Love,

Me

The Weird Things That Make Me Smile

Published January 29, 2014 by ia84

I’m kind of tired tonight, and it’s been a boring few days.  So, in lieu of actually writing, I’m going to share a number of things that never cease to make me smile.  Hopefully, if you’re feeling down, something I put up tonight will help raise your spirits.

First up, a music video that, to this day, I cannot explain what the people who put it together were thinking. The overall product is so delightfully bad, I can’t help but giggle.  (It’s kind of a shame it’s so bad, because David Hasselhoff actually has a pretty good voice.)

Still with me?  I didn’t scare you off?  Yay!

Next up, I give you the wonderful Tom Hiddleston hanging out with Cookie Monster…

Now, to delve into my favorites from imgur.

The importance of Elvish…

Spot the ghost:

This reminds me of the 1960’s Batman show, cause Batman always had words of advice for the youth about how to do things safely.  Plus, the comment is the most fantastic thing ever.

 

How I feel when I go to the art museum and weird, modern art is on display…

If you still need cheering up, here’s some random stuff that I’ve found on Pinterest that’s made me grin.

Spoilers for the next season of Game of Thrones

More Batman humor:

 

Normal people vs. Supernatural

It’s would’ve been shorter…

Poor Molly, she can’t win…

Proof that Sherlock is educational…

On to Star Wars

I’m not a Conan fan, but this is pretty fantastic:

Kind of self-explanatory:

A little Shakespeare…

Downton meets Austen:

 

Some LOTR

Indeed, where was Gondor?

I can’t be the only who sings this when I read it…

More Hobbit than LOTR:

Should I ever get married, and the groom is willing, this will happen…

 

 

I think I’ll wrap up with some Doctor Who.

 

 

 

 

Never judge a Whovian by their shirt.

Published November 27, 2013 by ia84

Today I encountered someone I know very slightly.  I was pretty sure I had seen her at the theater last night, so I was asking her if I it had been indeed her I had seen.  She informed me that she was, and then asked me what I thought of the episode.  I told her how much I enjoyed it, and that overall the end was fantastic.  Now, I was referring to seeing the return of Four.  However, I don’t think she understood that.  She proceeded to tell me that she was an old Who fan from way back, unlike those us of us who are new.  When I tried to interject that I’m not new to Who, she blew me off, and took to talking to someone else.

Now, I know that I don’t look like a teenager anymore, but I also don’t look like I’m nearly 30.  Plus, I was wearing my adorable new Who shirt that features Ten leaning against the TARDIS which bears the words “Bad Wolf.”  These two things combined screamed “NEW TO WHO.”  So, nothing about me said that I am a long time fan, or  that I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know about Doctor Who

I know that there’s quite a bit of frustration among Whovians over those who star watching just because “Matt Smith is, like, so totally hot.”  However, it makes me sad that some people seem to assume this about their fellow Whovians, and they don’t take a minute to find out the truth.

Spoilers!

Published November 25, 2013 by ia84

If you’ve not seen the 50th anniversary episode of Doctor Who, slowly back away and go watch it.   Seriously, I’m not going to hold back.  I’m about to spoil it with so many spoilers.

If you’ve seen it, or if you just don’t care, keep reading.

I was one of those fortunate few that got to see the episode on a really big screen, and it was even more fantastic than I hoped it would be.  I just got home a bit ago, and the feels are still really fresh, so I’m just going to fangirl for a few minutes.

One of the most fun parts of going to see it in the theater was being surrounded by hundreds of other Whovians.  Even better?  Some of those Whovians were in costume.

Oh, and K9 was there, too!

Then, there was the episode…which was amazing!!!!!!

First, there was a “Please behave yourself in the theater” video presented by Strax and his fellow clones.  Then, to tell us it was time to put on our 3D glasses there was this whole bit with Tennant and Smith do a back and forth bit of banter.

A list of amazing things from the episode…

1.  The return of David Tennant…and his hair!

2.  The return of Rose, even if she was only a computer interface.

3.  The screwdrivers!

4.  Clara pointing out that 3 geniuses didn’t bother to check to see if the door was locked.

5.  The opening credits.

6.  Peter Capaldi’s eyes.  Seriously, the man has amazing eyes.  I’m so excited to see what he’s going to do with the role.

7.  The Daleks.

8.  The line about kissing the Bad Wolf Girl…and Bad Wolf Girl’s response.   And Ten’s reaction to the exchange.

To me, there are two things that stick out more than anything else.  First, the constant image of Rose being right next to Ten, but he was unable to see her.   Knowing their history, it was really heartbreaking, and yet so perfect.  Second, however, is what made it all worth it: The Curator.

I had really hoped that Tom Baker would be in this episode, but knowing his age, and that they can just add some make-up to make him look like he did in the 1970’s, I had my doubts he would truly be there.  When he showed up, I cried.

This episode really was the perfect gift to us fans.

“I Don’t Want To Go”

Published June 5, 2013 by ia84

These words turned me into a sobbing mess a few years ago.  David Tennant was leaving Who, and as far as I was concerned there was no way anyone could ever equal his fantasticness (yes, that is totally a word).  In case you have no clue what I’m talking about, here’s the clip:

So, yes, it was incredibly dramatic, and it took me quite a while before I would watch any of the new episodes with Matt Smith.  However, my love of the story won out, and eventually I caved and got sucked into the Amy/Rory/River story.  Honestly, I was never the biggest Amy fan, but I loved Rory and River, so it was okay.  Then Clara came along, and I absolutely adore her.  I’ve really enjoyed the stories in the last 3 seasons, but I’ve never turned into a huge Matt Smith fan.  I think he’s done a good job, and has certainly gotten better as time has passed.  However, I’ve been ready for the next regeneration since the end of season 5.

If you can’t guess, I’m in the minority on this one.

See, there’s a lot of people who are experiencing the emotions I felt when Tennant left.  I’ve read everything from “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” to “The show must be cancelled, because there’s no other reason Matt Smith would leave.”  Well, all I can say is, “Welcome to Doctor Who.”

Up until a few years ago most people weren’t aware of the quirky little show.  Sometime between season 1 and season 5 (Doctors 9-11), the majority of the world realized there was this fantastic, absurb, wonderful show made by the BBC.

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This is why everyone is so upset.  For them, Matt Smith was the first Doctor.  Sure, they know that there were loads of other Doctors.  They may even be able to name them (number and corresponding actor).  However, none of those other Doctors introduced them to the TARDIS, and Daleks, and Cybermen, and Weeping Angels, and Ice Warriors, and the Sonic Screwdriver, and well, you get the idea.  Matt introduced so many to Who, and that’s absolutely fantastic.

However, for those that are about to experience the regeneration of “their” Doctor, this is going to be an incredibly difficult rest of the year.  So, if you’re like me and this isn’t your first rodeo, sit back and enjoy the ride.  If, however, this is your first time to experience this, let me tell you…It will be awful.  It will actually be worse than you prepare yourself for.  However, in August 2014 (I believe that’s when the season 8 is due to premiere), grit your teeth, tune in, and watch the episodes.  Yes, the next Doctor will not be Eleven.  It will be someone new with a completely different take and approach to our favorite Time Lord.  It will be hard.  Then, it will get a little easier.  Eventually, you’ll either find yourself in the boat I’m in currently (enjoying the show, but anxiously awaiting the next regeneration), or you’ll come to love the new Doctor almost as much as you love Eleven.

Now, onto the super important question.  Who’s my pick for the 12th Doctor?  Well, I doubt that it would ever happen, but my pick would be Robert Carlyle.

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He’s currently doing a fantastic job as Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin on Once Upon A Time, and that seems like a gig that’s going to keep going for a while.  True, he’s not as young as Matt Smith or David Tennant, but he’s got a charm and a darkness that would be perfect for Who.

Whosday

Published March 26, 2013 by ia84

I’m so excited about Sunday!  Not just because it’s Easter (one of my favorite holidays), but also because the rest of season 7 of Doctor Who will be premiering that evening.  Here’s the  prequel episode that showed up online a few days ago:

Overall, it’s a cute prequel.  I do have a bit of concern about it, though.  There’s a fair handful of kids who watch Who, and I seriously hope they understand that this is just a tv show.  It’s never a good idea to talk to random adult strangers (in the park, or anywhere else).  I hate that we live in a world where this is a genuine concern.

 

Whosday

Published January 1, 2013 by ia84

Alrighty, it’s 2013.  Today is the first day of the rest of the year, or something like that…  So, before I get to my Doctor Who weekly obsession (who are we kidding, it’s more like a daily obsession), it’s time to get the list of goals for the new year listed.

Malia’s 2013 Goals

1.  Lose weight.  (This is kind of a no brainer, and I’m sure I’m not alone in having this at the very top of my list.)

2.  Exercise a minimum of 30 minutes 3 days a week.

3.  Write a blog entry once a day.

4.  Write non-blog related things.

5.  Finish the blanket I promised mom I’d make her 3 years ago.

6.  Read through the Bible in a year.

7.  Take at least 1 photograph everyday.

8.  Watch all the Doctor Who episodes, starting with the first ones from back in 1963.

Okay, so this leads into my weekly (at minimum) discussion of all things Who.  It occurred to me two days ago that I can’t really call myself a true Whovian unless I go all the way back to the beginning.  There are a couple hundred episodes and more than a few Doctors for me to catch up on.  I actually started this monumental task on the 30th, but I figured it was better to start early than not at all.  So far I’ve made it through the first three sets of episodes from season 1 (1963).  Here’s my initial conclusions…

-The stories are really good.  Even though there’s so much I dislike about these early episodes, I really like the plots, so it makes it worth it.

-So far, the companion Ian, does almost everything.  The Doctor is pretty much this old guy-that I spend most of the episodes wondering if he’s a dementia patient-that does nothing but be a jerk and cause more problems than actually do any good.  Susan, the Doctor’s granddaughter, is incredibly annoying.  The first episode, Ian and Barabara (her teachers, who end up becoming the first human companions to the Doctor) both spend quite awhile discussing how smart Susan is.  I’m not necessarily doubting her intelligence, but I’d like to be given some evidence of it.

-Speaking of the women, man have times changed since 1963.  Basically, the sole role of the women thus far has been to scream at everything and do absolutely nothing to help themselves.  Seriously.  There’s one part where Susan gets tapped on the shoulder when she thinks she’s alone, and instead of investigating (like one of the modern female companions) she screams and basically has a meltdown.  There’s a lot of screaming done by these two women.  Also, it really bugs me that there’s this general attitude that if the young handsome men don’t do something, it can’t be trusted to be done right.

Also, I spent New Year’s Eve, and New Year’s Day getting mom and dad caught up on season 6 & 7 of the current Doctor.  I’ve now seen the ending of The Angels Take Manhattan about 4 times, and I still bawl like a baby.  I’m super excited to see the Christmas episode and the rest of season 7.

In closing, here’s today’s photos (remember, taking at least one photo every day):

So, I got this bee in my bonnet to try making these brownies I saw on Pinterest.  I started with a box of brownie mix and several packages of peanut butter cups:

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I then made the batter:

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I then poured part of the batter into the bottom of the pan:

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I then laid out the peanut butter cups:

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Then I covered that with the remainder of the brownie batter and popped them in the oven.  Then out came this:

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Mom cut them:

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And I ate one:

045The brownies needed to have cooked longer.  Honestly, thought they were done, but I basically ended up with brownie batter goo in the middle (the top and sides were mostly completely cooked).  However, if you’re going to end up with brownie batter goo, it’s best to have Reese’s right in the middle of it.  Peanut butter cups make any baking “disaster” much better.

Now, here’s some pictures of my cats.  Howard wasn’t thrilled I was taking pictures:

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Best picture I’ve ever gotten of Gracie (She always moves before the picture finishes taking, no matter how fast I’ve got the speed set):

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Gracie also has a thing about boxes (mostly, she likes to eat them):

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Then, there was sunset and dusk:

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And now, it’s bedtime for Bonzo.

 

 

 

 

Whosday

Published October 2, 2012 by ia84

Angels Take Manhattan episode poster from nerdist.com

I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry.   I think I made it about half-way through before I started tearing up.  By the last ten minutes I was sobbing uncontrollably.

If you haven’t read one of the many recaps of this episode drifting around online, let me give you a quick (spoiler free-ish) summary:

The Doctor, Amy, & Rory are in modern day New York City.  The weeping angels show up, and decide to time zap Rory (send him back in time).  The remainder of the episode is all about getting to Rory and dealing with the angels.  Also, there’s great use of the Statue of Liberty.

Would this episode have required as many tissues if we (the viewers) hadn’t known that this was the Pond’s final episode?  I don’t think it would’ve.  There were so many rumors circulating, “Amy & Rory die,” “Amy & Rory end up in a situation that prevents them from ever returning,” well, you get the idea.  Normally, an episode like this, I’d be sitting there, waiting for the impossible, but logical solution.  However, knowing the theories swirling around, I found myself expecting each turn of events to be the very sad solution.

This season has definitely made me a bigger fan of Matt Smith as the Doctor.  It’s taken me awhile to really warm up to him, but this season has been excellent.  Also, I think this is the first time that a companion has departed, and I’m actually excited to see the new companion.  Of course, it helps that the new companion was absolutely adorable and charming in her first episode at the start of the season.

I can’t wait for the rest of the season!

Whosday

Published September 11, 2012 by ia84

I know it’s not really that important, but sometimes I’m really happy that my parents introduced me to Doctor Who long before it was something that was so well known.  However, I’m happy that it’s more well known now.  People are less likely to look at me like I’ve lost my mind when I mention Whovian things.  Also, Adipose!