Packing is going along as well as packing can. Still need to get a few things on Craigslist, still need to try to pawn some items off on friends as well.
Recently spent a glorious couple of days watching Boogiepop Phantom. I really liked the series and need to find more anime like that to watch. Would also love to cosplay as Boogiepop if I get the chance.
Drew and I went to Fallout last night, the theme was “Rain”. Sprinklers and a hose were set up at random places on the ceiling, and lots of people danced around in swimsuits, which was really fun. Then, there was the rather large guy with black swastikas taped to his nipples. Later, I noticed he had a friend, wearing a t-shirt with a swastika on it. Both of them seemed to be socializing quite normally with random other people. Every time I noticed this, I kept thinking of this random pin I got back in high school from some college or another that was trying to recruit me. The pin said, “Don’t be so open minded that your brains fall out.” Fallout, being a private fetish-type club, is a safe space for people to express themselves in ways that they might not normally be able to openly express themselves in other circumstances. It seems that this isn’t always a good thing, and I really hope it’s not housing a burgeoning neo-nazi subculture.
And on a final note, we have gone from two cats to one cat. Velutha died this morning, from feline AIDS. She’s been sick for awhile, but it wasn’t until a few days ago that this actually became apparent. It’s hard to tell when you have cats: there’s been more food in the bowl lately, so we knew either one or both of them was eating less. I thought it might have to do with it getting warmer, though, and maybe them eating less to compensate for the heat. Velutha has also been sleeping a lot lately, but she’s always slept a lot. It’s kind of just what cats do. She’s gotten thinner, but it’s only been recently that we’ve noticed that it was significant, as she’s always been thin and didn’t really have all that much weight to lose in the first place. Then she started oozing something from her mouth the other day, and Drew took her to the vet. They confirmed the AIDS (along with lymphonia, I think), and he brought her home along with several medications. This morning, we go to find her to administer the medications and she is nowhere to be found. After an hour of searching we find her dead, under the bed. I suppose at least she got to be close to us as she died, even though we had no idea she was under the bed. Apparently, this might have been something she started out with. She was the last cat in a litter born in a barn, the rest of her siblings eaten by dogs. She was slightly mangled herself and covered with fleas when Drew’s cousin took her in. We only got her four years ago, and she was eight or nine years at death. Anyhow, it’s sad, but it’s probably for the best that it happened now. She would have had to spend about three days in a car pretty soon, which wouldn’t be fun for even the healthiest of cats.