Sunday, November 25, 2012

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side.

My cat and my sister's cat were twins in that they were the only kittens born to the stray we took in. It amused us to call them that, being twins ourselves.  I was born 19 minutes after my sister; Freddie was born about eight hours after her sister, Monkey.  Monkey died exactly 20 days after Freddie.

Her health started to decline after Freddie died, and on October 29th my sister made the decision to have Monkey euthanized. We took her to Dignified Pets  afterward, and got her remains back a few days later. On Election night, actually. 

It's been hard, not having the girls in our lives anymore, but I think I can say for both of us that there are no regrets. We had 20 years with them, and they were all good years. The best years. 

Monkey and Freddie, not even a year old in 1993
Monkey and Freddie, not long after their 20th birthday in 2012

Winced my way through another Thanksgiving. I haven't celebrated this "holiday" in over 20 years, for many reasons. And now here comes Christmas. I'm the fucking Grinch, I hate Christmas. I hate the gimme gimme gimme want want want feral group mentality of the whole thing. I hate the spirituality of it, too. Religion is poison. 

In happier news, the Portland 2013 Comic Con is coming up in a few months. I'm definitely going. Norman Reedus, Sean Patrick Flanery, David Della Rocco, Michael Rooker, Lou Ferrigno, Stan Lee, Morena Baccarin... HOW COULD I NOT GO? Of course, I can't afford to buy photos for autographs so I can meet them all, but I haven't been to a Comic Con in years and I'm excited to just walk around the place and see everything going on. 

Since I started typing up this entry, two of my friends have chimed in about the Con. Looks like we're hitting the convention center on Sunday since it's the one day we all have off. 

We're having our Thanksgiving potluck at work this week.  Unavoidable, unfortunately. The theme is mexican food, so I said I'd make cupcakes: mexican hot chocolate cupcakes for the regulars and dulce sin leche  for the chocolate-intolerant. I've never made either before and I have NO idea where to get some of the ingredients, so I'm banking on a food disaster of major proportions. 

I've run out of things to say, so I'll end this with some Loki love.

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