A Disturbing Thought

You know, if they do actually go through with making Watchmen, and indeed it looks like they will what with casting and all, Ozymandias and Doctor Manhattan will be the most physically attractive males in the movie.

And pretty boys and powerful boys get TEH SUES.

(I do kinda want to see a Manhattan Sue. Only so he can get bored with her halfway through whatever it is that living nuclear reactors and attractive young women do... and just start taking her apart, atom by atom. I mean, after looking at the universe and creation and what not, sex has gotta lose its appeal at some point.)

I'm just pretending that there is no threat of Ror- or Pudge- Dan-sues. Ever. Kinda like how I'm pretending that my floor doesn't need to be vacuumed.

That hole in my foot from the rock-hard bit of something I stepped on earlier doesn't exist, either, because I refuse to believe that the floor needs vacuuming in the first place.

In other words:

LA LA LA I REJECT YOUR REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN

Hey fpilot

Found this video (<13 megs) while cleaning out some files:

http://download.yousendit.com/39440F0C76529CE7

I think it originally came from the website of a company that makes 3/4 and full-scale replicas. Though I've since lost the bookmark. Alas.

The noses of Dr.Is either make them look ridiculously happy or seriously pissed off, and I'm not entirely sure which it is.

Argh

Because I don't really feel like posting to stupidpetowers and getting the "YOU LET YOUR CATS OUTSIDE YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON" rant that they toss at people who do not wish to keep a fucking wandering predator indoors...

Shortly before I came home from school, some new neighbors moved in next door. Our house and those neighbors share a common, chainlink fence.



The blinking bit is their yard. We're the lower house with the garage, they the upper.

Aside from utterly terrifying the cats by screaming at all hours, playing loud music, and running through the alley, they also appearently have (had?) a dog. Or, someone that was visiting them had a dog.

It was... well, I'm not quite sure what it was. A mutt of some sort, to be sure. About the size of a toy Yorkshire terrier, maybe. And yappy as hell.

They tied it to the water spicket in their yard and gave it a single bowl of water that was maybe the size of a CD. Even though the dog was shielded from the sun, it was still at LEAST 100 degrees in the shade. (The news was reporting higher, so...) Even our cats, who normally say "screw this" and wander about in the heat, were inside in front of the air conditioner.

Now, it was there all day and well into the evening. By this time, I was concerned. Not because of the yapping (though it was driving me crazy) or for the dog, as it had made it through the worst part of the day and seemed no worse off for it, but because our cats start wandering at this time. We open the front door and keep it open after the sun sets, not just for the cats, but because our own A/C is obcenely expensive to run and it's just easier to let the house cool off that way once the sun is out of the picture. The dog was still on the other side of the fence. The holes in the fence were more than large enough for a curious little dog to stick its head through and get stuck. This seemed pretty likely if there were cats on the other side.

So why was all of this so disturbing to me?

Because the neighbors were not checking on their dog. They'd come out and payed it attention all of once, when they were leaving to go somewhere. And because Mousie is extremely territorial. And dog-aggressive. And, as far as she's concerned, that yard is hers. (She used to tolerate the old neighbors' cat because she may have kindasorta liked him in the one-night-stand way that Mousie seems to like all male cats.) She has nearly killed an alley dog that wandered into our yard after someone forgot to close the gate. It's "owners" came running, thinking we were torturing the thing. Nope. Just a kitteh.

If that little dog had somehow provoked Mousie, or even tried to chase her and gotten caught in the fence, Mousie would not have hesitated to go for the eyes.

We did consider keeping Mousie in for the night, but it became extremely obvious that, under no circumstances, would she use the indoor litterbox. This, you see, was for commoners and cats that live under the computer. So we let her out and just prayed we wouldn't end up paying for that damned dog's vet bills.

Thankfully, as soon as she was out the door, the neighbors pulled the little dog inside and we haven't seen it since.

Humph. Good riddance.