I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

I started reading the New York Times article about online dating on the bus today and it had me laughing out loud. Love this quote: "I have no one to ask whether Greg is a man-whore but Greg himself." I'm very interested in new ways of creating community, though, so it had me thinking, too.

I was also thinking that the SF novels that I like - well, of the cyberpunk genre - have all too frequently fallen into a few narrow plot categories. First: There's a Virus Loose on the Net - and it's Killing People! Second: I Thought I Was Just a Human - Then I Discovered I Was Engineered to be the genetic future of mankind (Hermetech)/ a substitute for the sister of the greatest nano-scientist ever, genetically imprinted with the future of mankind (Queen City Jazz)/ Aimee Mann (forget the book). I'd guess there's a few more plots out there, but right now if I figure out it's falling into the first category, I send it right to the Twice Sold Tales pile.

I'm reaching a state of total Turkey immersion right now. I have been working on the "Be Our Guest" magazine for two days and spent a good part of this morning coordinating who was bringing what. I also got highly distracted by the
pie recipes on Epicurious. If these or other foodly thoughts have proven of great distraction to you, I offer an article about the calorie restriction diet as a counter balance. ( Collapse )
You may also want to read about reducing holiday stress.

I must say, the "Holiday in Rio" office party sounds pretty swank. I've got concert tickets for that night, but I somehow expect I'll be leaving early ...
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One of my husband's coworker's has kindly offered to take care of Hestia while we're out of town this weekend (hiding out from what will be a tolietless house). She also referred us to a very good website about taking care of older cats. It looks like it's possible I should take her in for a urine analysis tomorrow to see if her kidneys have finally given out. If they have, I should apparently put her to sleep quickly. ("Once urea levels reach a certain threshold, death is inevitable and unpleasant so most vets recommend euthanasia before that point.")
I haven't seen her eat a thing in two days, though, which means that at this rate, she'll have starved to death before we come back. I feel like I need to make a decision soon - I don't want to have her dying on Suzanne.

I didn't get any of my baking done tonight (although I finished my shopping), but since I went to pilates I think I should really take a shower before I go to bed. I'm planning on leaving work early tomorrow and getting some serious cooking done in the afternoon - and picking up the tile, and possibly going to the vet.