Things that just seem wrong
Jan. 31st, 2011 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gina_r_snapeSo it seems there was a change in the power dynamics of my household this morning. Not sure what it means, but it was interesting to witness. Nymphadora has reclaimed the top rung of the kitty condo. It used to be hers, until Calliope came along and made it her territory.
So Calliope sat on a chair, glowering. She then hopped to the top of my shoe shelf, what is normally Nymphadora's spot.
I observed no deleterious effects thus far. But I hope I don't come home to find Kittygeddon has taken place in my absence.
It was suggested to me yesterday during our outing that I ought to look at an Army Navy store for boots in the style I want. So just now whilst sucking down a Red Bull (slow moving Saturday has turned into crawl-moving Monday) I had a look at their website and below the usual fare of combat boots, duck boots and hiking boots they had Vegan Jungle Boots.
My brain is still going WHUUUUUUUUUUH??? Vegan and Army/Navy seems oxymoronic.
On a more serious note, if anyone has been following the news about Uganda, Brenda Namiggade was granted a temporary reprieve to stay in the UK. She is in fear of her life as a lesbian in a country where a man was recently murdered for being gay and an activist for LGBT rights. Where legislators are fighting to make same-sex activity punishable by death. What's wrong about her being granted a reprieve, you might ask? Her reprieve is temporary because a prior immigration judge "found on the evidence before them that Ms Namiggade was not homosexual." So what exactly does one have to do (or not do) to prove sexual orientation and fear for one's life?
Lastly, on a lighter note, a coffee and a red bull were invited to do a tango in my blood stream this morning after a seemingly humble and happy cup of tea laughed in my face. Pamplona did not erupt in my nervous system. I still feel groggy and limp. I shouldn't complain. I couldn't have had a more pleasant morning in other respects. But I was promised better living through chemistry.
So Calliope sat on a chair, glowering. She then hopped to the top of my shoe shelf, what is normally Nymphadora's spot.
I observed no deleterious effects thus far. But I hope I don't come home to find Kittygeddon has taken place in my absence.
It was suggested to me yesterday during our outing that I ought to look at an Army Navy store for boots in the style I want. So just now whilst sucking down a Red Bull (slow moving Saturday has turned into crawl-moving Monday) I had a look at their website and below the usual fare of combat boots, duck boots and hiking boots they had Vegan Jungle Boots.
My brain is still going WHUUUUUUUUUUH??? Vegan and Army/Navy seems oxymoronic.
On a more serious note, if anyone has been following the news about Uganda, Brenda Namiggade was granted a temporary reprieve to stay in the UK. She is in fear of her life as a lesbian in a country where a man was recently murdered for being gay and an activist for LGBT rights. Where legislators are fighting to make same-sex activity punishable by death. What's wrong about her being granted a reprieve, you might ask? Her reprieve is temporary because a prior immigration judge "found on the evidence before them that Ms Namiggade was not homosexual." So what exactly does one have to do (or not do) to prove sexual orientation and fear for one's life?
Lastly, on a lighter note, a coffee and a red bull were invited to do a tango in my blood stream this morning after a seemingly humble and happy cup of tea laughed in my face. Pamplona did not erupt in my nervous system. I still feel groggy and limp. I shouldn't complain. I couldn't have had a more pleasant morning in other respects. But I was promised better living through chemistry.
