You just get back on the bull

[rinue]

At work, we have picked up a sports channel and have all been asked to learn at least one sport. I have picked bull riding, because heck yes I want to get paid to watch bull riding and to be able to break out bull riding trivia at parties. My current favorite bull is named Chik'N Fried, which is mostly the reason he's my favorite, but he also seems to be a fearsome and tricky bull. Also, some of the bulls sometimes go by psuedonyms for sponsorship reasons, so they will come out named after a company that vulcanizes rubber or something. But they are just being coy and are secretly this other bull which we all recognize and respect. These are some of the things I already know about bull riding that I might say at a cocktail party.

Item: I need to hold a cocktail party.

Also, I know the audio number for Bloomberg Television by heart and have the congressional switchboard on my cell phone, both of which make me feel like an insider.

Lots of bad news yesterday. Friends fired, friends' children in hospitals, the sudden demise of Chad's cat (son of my old and as far as I know still alive cat Scarface). Ciro made me carrots for dinner, which I am not used to liking but like a lot when he makes them. I played some classical guitar pieces because my fingerstyle is getting rusty (I've mostly been strumming lately) and because I miss classical music. (I mostly listen to music in my car, and the dynamic range of most cultivated music makes it function badly in that environment.)

I made a salad of grilled grapefruit and blood oranges. It looks like alien food.

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[marveloustrick.livejournal.com]

Scarface is alive and well. I'm sad to hear about Udo, I was just telling tales of his "black lightning" antics to some friends that were having trouble with cats in odd places. I have not seen Scarface for over a year now. When I moved out to California, I could not bring her with me easily. Briana and I are looking into a bigger apartment now, but the locale is not quite settled. In a coupe months, we may take the opportunity to take her back.

In the mean time, my parents are taking care of "Kitty." I think she sneers at them every time they use that name. She loves my dad, though. She will hop into his lap without coaxing.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

I have to admit that although the name Scarface was earned, it did always seem a little bit hardcore for a cat who just wanted to sit on things and purr. Kitty is a vile name, but is at least not Miss Kitty. Or Princess Kitty.

Udo's death was sudden, as cat deaths often are - some kind of liver failure. Chad's pretty traumatized.

Did I hear you had a goat? If so, I am jealous. If I made that up, I am still jealous.

[marveloustrick.livejournal.com]

Mother sometimes calls her "Miss Kitty", but only rarely. I have never heard her say "Princess." I'm hoping this discussion will not somehow inject the suggestion into the collective unconscious.

I sort of had goats. When I was still unemployed in Texas after the first Great California Debacle, I spent a lot of time living at my, then new, girlfriend's parent's place. They have a few acres just outside McKinney. They kept goats and chickens. The goats were smelly, vile creatures, but endearing in their own ways. Chickens were exactly as fun to raise as you'd expect. Also, the eggs were fantastic. They laid close to an egg a day or more. I had not idea that their rate of ... production... was so fast.

Just before Briana and I left for California, I had the opportunity to help the goats deliver some kids. I named one Ferdinand because he liked flowers. I do credit you with introducing me to that story. Goats are fragile creatures, but I do believe Ferdinand is still alive.

Incidentally, I may be about to move into Hollywood proper. Three companies are courting me with offers, and one of the best would require moving to that neighborhood. The others are in Toronto, Canada and , of all places, Dallas.