March 2nd, 2009


Greetings from the nineteenth century. *waves*

I have mentioned before that we think our apartment was once a crack den. When we moved in the place was filthy, and before painting there was actual graffiti on some of the walls. We've put a lot of work into the place to make it habitable, but some things just come with an ancient building like this one and one of them is the wacky wiring. Whoever installed it was either high or exceptionally inept, as the distribution of circuits just defies logic. The living room and my roomies' bedrooms are on one circuit. The toaster oven, microwave, teakettle and range hood, as well as my bedroom (at the far end of the apartment), are on another. The bathroom and hallway have their own. Every so often, the lights flicker. Sometimes they go out, but this is an old building, and having lived in old buildings before, I know that all you have to do is go and reset the switch.

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As of about five minutes ago, though, Steve has re-united us with our electricity and the twenty-first century. Our stove will remain broken until tomorrow when Steve The Electrician (as opposed to Steve The Wraith) returns with the proper breaker.

In other news, we are now a canine household! We picked up artemisiabrisol's dog from the shelter last Friday. Meet Pekoe Brown.

According to the shelter people, Pekoe (like the tea) is apparently a "young adult," or "about a year old," but we're thinking she may be somewhat younger than they thought. She's a little gangly, her feet are enormous, and she is just full of energy. She enjoys rolling over, skidding on her bum, and standing on her head. (Videos forthcoming when we can catch her at it in a timely fashion.) She's supposedly an Aussie Shepherd/Border Collie, but of course as a shelter dog it's their best guess. She's got some bully characteristics like her brindle coat and her jaw, as well as (calantha42 tells us) the way she walks. But whatever. She looks a little like a tiger. :)

Pekoe and Danny (calantha42's cat) are in a state of detente. When asked his opinion of these changing domestic immigration policies, Mr. Gibson said:

Pekoe, who tested well with the feline persuasion at the shelter, could care less that Danny's a cat and simply thinks he's fascinating, whereas Danny has made his opinion of Pekoe as Filthy Usurper abundantly clear. Since yesterday, we have progressed from Status Red: Cat Sits On calantha42's Bed, Hissing, While Dog Makes WTF Faces From The Carpet, to Status Orange: Cat Sits On The Loveseat Muttering Vaguely Threatening Imprecations While Dog Hides Behind The Table. Pekoe seems to be well and truly cowed by the Grouchy Hissing Thing, and earlier today chose to escape the living room by leaping over the back of the couch rather than circle around the loveseat, close to the cat. This shouldn't be as funny as it is, but hey. We're only human.

Tomorrow, Pekoe goes for her first vet visit since being spayed (last week), and as her mum is going to be at school, I'm taking her. After that, I have a job interview! Evening data entry at a company that does searches for missing heirs in legal proceedings. It's data entry, involves geneology, and is within walking distance. Three of my favourite things! I will miss spending all day on the internet, editing books with no visible deadlines, and never putting on proper pants, but alas, all good things must come to an end.