Google Maps and Google Earth are two of the most fundamental changes to our lives in the last ten years, but no one really notices them anymore. They’re just part of the background.
Carry on.
Merry Christmas to me.
I’ve been blogging and tweeting about this, but here it is some more. The Extraordinary Contraptions need your help with their Kickstarter campaign. They need it because of the nature of the Kickstarter system; unless their goal is reached, they don’t get anything. Nada. Nothing. Nil. They need to get bumped over the shiny hill of $2,500 in order to leverage the generosity of the 55 people who’ve contributed to date.
So if you haven’t contributed, go help out! Even one dollar will help. Tell some friends about it. You or they are not getting nothing for your something: $5 gets you unreleased live music. $10 gets you the entire album—which is going to be a big discount—plus the live music. More gets you more! Go look at their page and see what all the fun rewards are. This is the perfect OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO GET JACK A GIFT gift for Christmas. Just sign them up and $10 later you’ve purchased them a gift that they’ll get now, AND LATER! It’s the perfect win-win double gift whammy.
Help some excellent independent musicians publish their music. Instead of giving your money to the faceless record companies, you’re giving it directly to the artists. Check out their music; they don’t suck. I recommend Cold Comforts.
I have to go to work today, but before I do I am presenting you with something I found this morning that has made it awesome.
Watch it. It’s well worth your eight minutes.
With Apollo and Artemis making themselves at home in our bedroom, things are just a bit different than they were a couple days ago. We’ve got two fuzzy creatures running about, finding all sorts of things to knock over and pull on. We were a bit spoiled with Psyche because she was an older cat, well past her “play with everything” stage. Aside from occasionally clawing the couch, Psyche was a sedate feline. She hardly ever made any kind of mess.
Now we have kittens. Kittens are designed for making messes. I think we’re going to have to go through the house once more and ensure all cat-accessible surfaces are cleaned of breakable-upon-falling objects.
They were a bit more social last evening, but only a bit. It had only been 24 hours, though, so I’m not exactly worried. During the night, they both were on the bed with us at least a couple of times; mostly, it seems, to reenact Pearl Harbor by assaulting our feet. Good job, cats. Those feet might be up to something, you know.
As I mentioned yesterday there is a distinctly new smell in the bedroom, what with the kitty litter in the bathroom (and the door open so they can access it) and their cat food dishes in the bedroom. I’m looking forward to getting them socialized enough that we can let them out into the rest of the house, and put their kitty litter back in the guest bathroom.
You may have seen the link for Cello Wars making the rounds, and I highly recommend watching it, however after perusing the catalog of the guys who produced that, I came across this number which dropped my jaw on the floor. Firstly, the music is great. Secondly, the videography is out of this fucking world! It’s so good, it’s beyond good and wrapping around the klein bottle into the fourth dimension of awesome. Make sure you watch and listen to their other stuff as well.
Apollo is a twelve week old kitten who has already started to evince an outgoing nature. He took his time last night getting out of the cat carrier, but since then he’s been the one bounding around the room and exploring all things cat-sized.
For now, we’re keeping both him and his sister, Artemis, in our master bedroom suite. We’ve got their next to our windows and their litter box is in the bathroom. Unfortunately, as I discovered last night about 3:00 AM, these kittens have some seriously stinky bowel movements. We’ll get them comfortable with this room and then let them out into the rest of the house at which point we’ll move the litter box back into the other bathroom.
Apollo matches our comforter quite well, doesn’t he?
Artemis is still very shy and skittish. She’s been occupying the space either beneath the bed, or beneath our dressers. Until she becomes a bit more comfortable, I’m afraid no images will be forthcoming.