Either I'm out of shape or my bike's parts were a bit contracted because of the cold while I was out riding just now in Prospect Park. I suspect it was the latter, since the bike was going pretty slow during the downhill parts, which are usually like that Sony game that Kate and Dade are playing in the Cyberdelia scene in Hackers. I don't know what that game is called. But man, it was really pretty out. The sun had just set, and when I got to the southern part of the park, there all these apartment buildings decked out with Christmas lights just kind of popped up. It reminded me of walking though Central Park after hours like Chris and I used to do and coming upon the Egyptian wing of the Met like some floating Mesopotamian castle hiding behind the trees. It was fairly warm out, but riding the bike made it windy, so you better believe snot rockets got blown.
I had to take Muffin / Mimi to the vet again today because she just won't fucking leave her stomach alone. It was pretty difficult to get her into the carrier. I had a pretty solid plan -- put the carrier end-up in the bedroom, grab her while she was sleeping on the couch, and dump her in -- but there was a single hitch that fouled it up -- she kicked the carrier door closed with her foot while I was trying to stuff her in. So I dropped her, and she managed to pry the bedroom door open and went straight for the bathroom, where she dove into her litter box and puffed herself out and started hissing and swiveling her head around to prevent me from getting the Vulcan neck-grip on her. But I got her and I got her in the box and I got her to the vet (he gave me some prednisone pills for her) and I got her back. I thought she was going to sulk for the rest of the day, but I gave her a salmon treat while she was under the couch and that seemed to cheer her up considerably. She's cuddling me as I type this.
I hate Zionists. On the rilla. Fuck 'em. If we don't support religious states for brown people (and rightly so), we shouldn't support religious states for swarthy, hairy white people, especially when they're so arrogant about encroaching on the territory of other countries. Hearing these people -- on both sides, mind you -- talk just makes me care less about what happens to them. Keep killing each other (please target the ones still within their reproductive heyday, please). It means fewer religious people in the world.
I fixed some irritating bugs in OpenRPG with the indirect help of the nice people in #c on FreeNode. It looks like the networking subsystem is going to require a design overhaul, but in a good way -- it'll be much more in line with the code-organization style I described in the previous entry.
I am not looking forward to going to Florida on Thursday. I do not fucking like old people, and I have much better things to do than visit them while they await death. All the old creeps in my family haven't done anything except spend money on themselves and go on vacation; I'm sure there are nice, productive geriatrics out there, but I haven't seen 'em. We need to legalize doctor-assisted suicide, and we need to make it mandatory, and we need to do it before Thursday morning.
My mom got me a book for Christmas, and that is very nice. But she wouldn't stop bugging me about gifts, so I told her she could write me a check if she needed to give things so badly. Was that rude? It's hard for me to tell. Maybe I'm autistic, I don't know.
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