I’ll Miss You, Tuesday

tuesdayatvet Since I was 18, I had a little goofy black cat named Tuesday.  I got her from a house on the west side when my landlords at the time told me I couldn’t get a dog.  Then they threw in, “You can get a cat, though, if you want!”

My roommate, Greg, was gone for the summer, so I was alone in the house.  I used to drive to clear my head, or to just think sometimes (back when gas was cheap) and that’s what I did this one Saturday.  I saw a sign for free kittens, and without even knowing if I was going to take one, I stopped in.  As I was talking to the family, one little black kitten climbed my jeans leg with her little needle claws, and when she reached my knee, she let out a little beep.  I immediately fell in love.

I have no idea how I came up with her name.  As we were driving home, she kept climbing up on my head, wanting to wrestle.  Somehow, I said “Tuesday” once while getting her off of me, and I liked it and it stuck.  I didn’t get her on a Tuesday, she was born on Easter 1998.

Since then, she’s been the PERFECT cat.  She comes when she’s called, she doesn’t scratch much, and she doesn’t mess with wires (which is a good thing in my apartment).

This Christmas Eve, I noticed a little lump on her shoulder.  I took her to the vet after I noticed it larger a week later.  The vet said it was bad news; an aggressive cancer that he’d seen very little success in treating.  He said the best thing I could do was to watch her “Three A’s”; appetite, activity and attitude.  He thought she’d make it weeks, maybe months.  She made it out another six weeks or so, but then the tumor got to be too much for her, and it made it hard for her to move around, and caused her to limp.

I made the decision to end her suffering after spending some quality time with her for a few days.  It was a tough decision, but I didn’t want to be selfish, keeping her around as her tumor killed her, just so I wouldn’t be lonely at home. 

She would have turned 12 on April 12th.  I will miss her very much.

New Year, Same Old Blog Issues

ve1I still don’t have that much interesting stuff to write. 

I’m posting a link to an interview done with Lewis and Theresa by RogueCinema.com.  They were asked about the movie “victimEYES”.  There’s some stuff in there even I hadn’t heard before, so I thought it was a good read.  RogueCinema is also the group that wrote that review of “victimEYES” on its IMDb page.

This weekend, we shot in sub-freezing temperatures in the woods for Marx Pyle’s new film, “Silence of the Belle”.  It was fun but COLD!

Christmas was fun, New Years was fun.  My brother Garth was in town and it was good to hang out with him for a while.

Cousin Damon and newly dubbed “Cousin” Meredith were in for the holidays, too.  We’re now in discussions for a trip to the left coast to visit.

Angie, the kids and I went to Nashville for a baby vacation.  It was really nice to get out of town and just wander around a different place for a while.

I suppose I had more than I thought.  Happy New Year!

Learning the Ropes, Halo-Style

Darren, Chris and I recently played a round of Halo 3.  Darren, being a beginner, was dropped frequently as he learned the weapons, the vehicles and the controls altogether.   The next night, he decided to cut a musical montage of his more interesting deaths, which I begged him to let me upload and share. It's attached below.  Enjoy! 

Disrupted, and Fallen Favorites

Like Darren, I don’t know that whining about my own personal struggle is prudent, considering that many people aren’t even CLOSE to getting services restored, but I had an interesting talk with a co-worker that kind of got me thinking.  This ice storm we’re having is the most disruptive weather-related situation I can recall.  When there’s snow, schools close, roads close, but it goes away.  When there’s a tornado, there’s a path of destruction, and though it’s completely devastating to that area, its effects are not felt widespread. 

This ice storm knocked hundreds of thousands of people out of power in the dead of winter, which had a domino effect which then salted the wounds of the power outage.  Because it was such a massive attack on the power grids, KEY facilities like hospitals, schools and water treatment plants weren’t able to be instantly restored as they would in other emergency situations.  There are TONS of boil advisories in the western part of Kentucky now, because they can’t treat the water without electricity.  I heard stories of police taking doctors and nurses to work because they couldn’t get there otherwise.

My power was restored only three days later, and my comfort level with being Angie’s guest was beginning to wear.  Not because of my host, AT ALL, just because of my INABILITY to BE HOME.  I like being home.  But more to the point, I like the OPTION of being home.  And that wasn’t available to me.  So I can’t IMAGINE what it’s like for the people still affected, in hotels, with relatives or out of town, waiting for service.

My mother and dad lost power, twice, over the course of the week.  Once immediately, the next time for about an hour and a half on Friday.  At the time of writing this, Angie’s parents are STILL without power, and are with Angie.  In situations like that, it can’t be easy for anyone involved.

Changing the subject a bit, I’m really glad we ended up watching the Super Bowl.  Angie and I were a bit ‘meh’ on the whole situation, since we didn’t give a crap about either team involved, but after talking, both settled on the Cardinals; Angie because of their apparent underdog status, me because Warner used to play for the Rams.  If I HAVE a favorite team, I suppose it would be them.  They’re the only ones I pay much attention to at all.  Living in Colts/Bears country, it’s a no-no, anyway.

<rant> I’m going to say it, and you may disagree with me, and I don’t care.  I don’t even like typing this phrase because of its severe overuse recently.  If I can find another way to describe it, I’ll rephrase this statement, but here it goes:  The Office has jumped the shark.  I’m not sure when.  I don’t have a specific instance in mind.  I just keep watching it and thinking, “Man, this show used to be FUNNY.”  I keep giving it pity-viewings, hoping it will snap out of it, but I just don’t find it as funny anymore, ESPECIALLY the ones Paul Lieberstein writes.  After every especially bad one, Angie or I say, “I bet Toby wrote this one”, and we’re generally right.  What’s really a bummer is that I LOVE Toby’s character on the show.  I think he’s one of the most underused characters, actually.  I love Michael’s completely unfounded resentment and anger towards him.  But when Paul writes Michael Scott, he writes him like a mean, self-centered moron.  The best Michael episodes, to me, are when he’s written like a well-intentioned, un-hip, bumbling guy that has a ridiculous vocabulary, but loves his job and the people that work for him. </rant>

Stay warm, Tri-State.

2008… Good Riddance?

That’s the feel I’m getting around the net as I look at several countdowns and year-in-review articles, that this year just wasn’t so great.

I didn’t really get that.  I can’t really think of stuff that happened to me this year that was much different than in years before.  Yes, the economy is not doing well, but I was reading that several economic institutions are saying that spending was up around 2% from last year, which is the smallest increase from year to year in recent history, but it’s still UP.  That I found surprising.

I have often thought about whether working in news numbs me to a lot of things, maybe making me more cynical, or take big news with a grain of salt.  Perhaps that’s why not much phased me, but who knows?

I had a great time with Angie, the kids, my parents, siblings, aunts, cousins and friends this holiday season, so it’s going out on a high note for me, personally.

Anybody get anything cool for Christmas?  I did.  HD Camcorder!  If I can figure out why the video output is kinda choppy, I’ll post some vids on here soon.