In the Pre-Octoberish Season
Sep. 1st, 2008 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rain_gryphonSo, the whole hurricane thing seems a bit of an anti-climax. Michael Moore must be wondering why God has forsaken him.
I found myself wishing they'd use Geraldo in some hurricane-related experiment. Perhaps attach a parachute to him, and see where he'd land or something. I'm sure it'd be good for ratings.
I wonder what we'll do in future disasters, now that we're all so sensitive that we can't imagine doing something cheerful while our fellow Americans are in distress? It was a nice thing to do this once (and most assuredly a politically wise move), but I'm sure it won't stop here. This is the kind of thing that has the potential to get stupid real fast.
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The time spent cleaning my carpet steamer is time spent meta-cleaning.
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Flaster has just about stopped peeing in the corner. This started back in May, when the neighbor had to have his central air conditioner removed, an undertaking which required the liberal use of a sledgehammer and power tools. I was somewhat upset and apprehensive at the time about other things, and the combination of my defensive mood and the raucous repairmen caused Flaster to assume that they were after our territory. He did some territorial peeing around the place in consequence.
I couldn't really scold him for it, since he was trying to help defend us. I've tut-tutted, and made a big production of cleaning it up every time he marks, and it seems to have largely sunk in. It helps that he dreads the noisy steamer. At any rate, he's down to very ocassional episodes (this is the first in more than a month) in the one corner in front of the door that hides the furnace and water heater. I'm not sure if he thinks someone might actually come through that door or what. I'm sure he understands the idea of doors marking out different spaces. I've shown him what's behind it, although when I was very young I don't think that I was entirely sure that what was behind a closed door was the same thing that was behind it when it was open, and I think a lot of Flaster's conceptualizing operates on that level. I know he envisions spaces and their connections differently than I do, since when we had the balcony that ran the length of the upstairs, it didn't register with him that if the closest door was closed, then he could enter through the open door at the far end, then go through the hall to get to me, rather than having to have me open the door that he could see me through.
You can hear the neighbors pretty plainly through the piping run there, which might be a lot of it.
I found myself wishing they'd use Geraldo in some hurricane-related experiment. Perhaps attach a parachute to him, and see where he'd land or something. I'm sure it'd be good for ratings.
I wonder what we'll do in future disasters, now that we're all so sensitive that we can't imagine doing something cheerful while our fellow Americans are in distress? It was a nice thing to do this once (and most assuredly a politically wise move), but I'm sure it won't stop here. This is the kind of thing that has the potential to get stupid real fast.
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The time spent cleaning my carpet steamer is time spent meta-cleaning.
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Flaster has just about stopped peeing in the corner. This started back in May, when the neighbor had to have his central air conditioner removed, an undertaking which required the liberal use of a sledgehammer and power tools. I was somewhat upset and apprehensive at the time about other things, and the combination of my defensive mood and the raucous repairmen caused Flaster to assume that they were after our territory. He did some territorial peeing around the place in consequence.
I couldn't really scold him for it, since he was trying to help defend us. I've tut-tutted, and made a big production of cleaning it up every time he marks, and it seems to have largely sunk in. It helps that he dreads the noisy steamer. At any rate, he's down to very ocassional episodes (this is the first in more than a month) in the one corner in front of the door that hides the furnace and water heater. I'm not sure if he thinks someone might actually come through that door or what. I'm sure he understands the idea of doors marking out different spaces. I've shown him what's behind it, although when I was very young I don't think that I was entirely sure that what was behind a closed door was the same thing that was behind it when it was open, and I think a lot of Flaster's conceptualizing operates on that level. I know he envisions spaces and their connections differently than I do, since when we had the balcony that ran the length of the upstairs, it didn't register with him that if the closest door was closed, then he could enter through the open door at the far end, then go through the hall to get to me, rather than having to have me open the door that he could see me through.
You can hear the neighbors pretty plainly through the piping run there, which might be a lot of it.
