We were outside looking at the eclipse as it hit its peak. Something like 92% eclipsed. Way to go, Moon!
I tried to take a selfie of us with the glasses on. It’s tough to do when the glasses literally blind you. I did my best. Laugh at our goofiness.
I re-potted Bertha the Plant Clipping today. She’s in my step son’s room with me right now, sitting in front of the window and hopefully not dying.
Bertha the Plant Clipping is the plant on the right. The plant on the left is Bertie Botts Every Flavour Plant Clipping, which was clipped off of Bertha. Does that make Bertie the next generation, or is it the same generation in a different pot? What are the language rules on this kind of thing?
Bertie Botts Every Flavour Plant Clipping is still alive, but in the couple of weeks since I took her out of the glass of water and put her in a pot of dirt she hasn’t grown any new leaves. Bertha looked half dead (I did a lot of pruning off dead leaves today) and she’s grown two new leaves in the same amount of time. I’m getting worried about our little Berttie Botts.
Robin is a musical cat because she spent more time with my guitar today than I did.
I got myself a new personal torture device. I used it for five minutes and died of a heart attack 11 times. Honestly.
Pre-fab furniture, like a boss.
The kitchen remodel eternal.
If the weather ever gets nicer (that’s a big if) I’ll do this outside on the grill.
My 2000 Les Paul Standard 50’s has new strings. Now if I just had calluses on my finger tips and had the nine songs on my to-do list all practiced up and rehearsal ready. Ugh.
Hipstamatic shake to shuffle to celebrate.
I don’t think any pet is a bad pet if you love it. Some would be more… challenging than others, but in the interest of discussion let’s start with the good pet while I think of an answer for a bad pet.
You don’t have to scroll far into the history of this blog to figure out my answer. Cats. Cats are the best because they take work. There’s none of that unconditional love shit with cats. You have to earn their love and respect. You have to convince them that you’re their humans. It’s possible that they might think that we are their pets rather than the other way around, but that’s okay with me.
Okay… what animals make bad pets… besides none, of course. I was going to say something prone to serious violence like an alligator with anger management issues, or a rabid tiger. Instead I am going to borrow my answer from an early South Park episode.
An elephant would suck as a pet. As Kyle said on South Park, its poop would be bigger than your couch. If it tried to cuddle up against you it would squash you to jelly. That doesn’t sound like a terribly pleasant pet/human interaction at all! Yeah, an elephant as a pet would kind of suck.
