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Now & Then (a Log)
I Was Never a Skater, But I Play One at My Job
Doing skater culture research for a project at work, I came across these nifty Quiet Life tees (click the "teeny tiny store" link). If I thought bright yellow wouldn't make me look like a corpse, I'd be tempted to pick up the "Snorkeling with Snacks" tee. I have this strange compulsion to print out the OHIOGIRL maze... quite a lovely home page. And this is kinda cool... Crailtap sells short stories! Gotta love the DIY thing. The Crailtap site is, in general, a big mystery to me.
Skater ads come in a variety of flavors; while some attempt to be slick, others cling to a wink-and-nod "yeah, we're trying to sell you some crap" mentality. I saw these self-aware enjoi ads the last time I did skater research, and they made me giggle again this time. Sure, some of them are pretty juvenile, but others border on ad genius. I'm particularly drawn to the "follow the heard," "more issues than national geographic," and "the scandal/potty-training my old lady" ads. I also dig some of the Toy Machine ads.
I could write more about about how researching this stuff gives me an odd disembodied feeling and reminds me ever more of my passing youth, and the fact that skater culture is filled with foreign tropes I could never hope to understand from my limited perspective, but I'm feeling lazy.
Meanwhile, it's all Elvis, all the time over at Bellona Times. If you've a hankering to learn more about the King, sidle on over there.
Just a wee Travis update today. He's doing well; went into the vet yesterday for a re-check and they didn't have to place a feeding tube (thank the gods!). They said he's looking well, or at least as well as can be expected, and now he just needs to get his strength back.
The Trav, He Eats!
Yes, it's another Travis update. His condition is consuming most of my mental energy right now, so pardon the cobwebs around here.
I brought him home last night, after a week of hospital care. He's looking well, purring contentedly, and mostly managing to make his way around the house. His belly has been shaved for an ultrasound (the hair had almost grown back from last time) so while he's probably a bit cold down there his bare belly looks awfully cute.
What he really needs to do now is eat; if he's not eating well by Thursday afternoon they'll have to place a nasal feeding tube. I went through weeks of tube feeding with him the last time he was sick, and it's a pain in the ass for both of us. This morning he ate some canned food (yay!) and let me give him some pills without too much of a fuss. I think he's so happy to be out of the hospital that he's not being as much of a brat as usual about the pills.
Last night he slept peacefully at my side, waking occasionally to purr and preen. Hope you'll send some eating energy to the Trav. We'd both appreciate it.
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