Troper Updates II, Part II

Well, my cat is finally in the process of dying, after like three years of being at death's door. He was a good cat, for a while. Then he stopped shitting in places he was supposed to, and then he wouldn't eat any meal that wasn't 90% liquid and gourmet to the extreme. Then he'd constantly move under your legs no matter what you were doing, which is normal cat behavior but he took it to a new goddamn level. He stopped being a cat at some point, and became more of a smelly skeleton wearing cat skin. If he didn't die now, he'd be suffering until he did. Also, he'd make the house smell like the grave for longer than he should've. May he find rest forever more, and may we find rest in his absence.

UPDAYE: The cat is now in the ground. The good news is we didn't have to shoot him.

edited 23rd Oct '16 11:25:07 AM by MaxwellDaring

It's really sad how everyone suffers before they die. How dying is basically falling apart. I realize that's what death basically is, but damn if it isn't sad and scary.

Damn.

One of our family's (well primarly my sister's) cats died recently too. She had some problems with appetite, but didn't seem too bad until one morning she just started meowing in pain whenever touched. Getting her into a carry to get to a vet was nerve-wracking, sis broke down in tears. The cat passed away in the car on the way.

I'm sorry to hear about your cat. My fiancee's parents recently had to put down one of their dogs, who was having all sorts of issues including some senility, hip problems, being unable to control his bowels, etc.

As for me, I broke a bone today for the first time today. I fractured a rib, which, as my dad put it, "it's the pain that keeps on giving." (Apparently he broke a bunch of them all at once when he was in the military.)

So, I've watched this at least 15 times today and I feel like I enjoy it too much, and that intensifies each time I watch it.

Must be the work of an enemy stand.

Very important advice: Do not eat spinach dip right before a job interview without making time to go to the bathroom to check your teeth. Don't do it! Don't end up like me, dammit!

Managed to finish my job an hour early.

now what do I do

I just spent the past half an hour tracing a quote on Wikipedia back to an academic source, chasing through footnote after footnote, so I could cite it in my essay. I feel like I've accomplished something.

So far, both of the Halloween costume ideas I've gotten any traction with involve sweaters.

I don't want to spend much money on a costume, so it has to be something I can make mostly from my wardrobe. I don't know what I'm going to be doing on Halloween, so that's making the choice difficult.

The first idea I got really excited about was Mr. Rogers. I'd mainly just have to put some grey in my hair. But I'd have to shave my beard to make that work. And if I don't come up with any activity for Halloween night, my default is sitting on my porch so the neighborhood kids know that I'm a trick or treat stop, and Halloween or no, it seems kinda creepy for the neighborhood loner to be handing out candy dressed as Mr. Rogers.

The other idea I got today was an Undecided Voter. I could make some badges with confused campaign slogans and apply a question mark motif (kinda wish I had the Seventh Doctor's question mark jumper). Mix with a red sweater and people would spot Ken Bone a mile away. But I really want my Halloween to be a break from politics.

You should make a costume that's just a giant papier-mâché penis.

And tell people you're Donald Trump.

Oh wait, that's political.

So I've recently started watching the US version of Shameless. I used to think Fiona Gallagher was the hottest chick in the show, until Estefania showed up. Good god, that woman is so hot slapping her ass would give 1st degree burns.

So my mom was in the hospital last night for chest pains so bad, they were indistinguishable from a heart attack. Not only was it not a heart attack, but at age (almost) 55, Mom will most likely never have a heart attack. It was most likely her pituitary being unable to regulate her electrolytes properly. And the insane amount of stress she's under probably did not help matters. She's back home and resting well.

My mom's been in the ER with chest pains many times, and each time they were gone by the time the doctors could look at her, so all they could say was, "we don't know what it was, but 10-30 hours of testing later, we know it definitely wasn't a heart attack".

Glad to hear your mother is out of hospital. Hope she gets more better.

Meanwhile, I got re-elected Chairman of my apartment block's tenant's association along with the rest of my committee retaining their jobs. Unopposed, again. Yay for me. And my committee.

edited 26th Oct '16 12:27:34 PM by TamH70

I got the grades on my two math midterms back. A 92 and a 98. Not too bad.

Excellent work. Well done.

Thanks!!

Wait, 98 (which I'm assuming is out of 100) is "not too bad"?

Oh, and I also got my anthropology midterm back! Check it◊ I guess having a professor going on about how "beautiful" your essay is a good sign.

Now I get to relax for a bit, and as a reward I'm treating myself to the Botanical Gardens this weekend. I shall frolic among the flowers!

edited 26th Oct '16 12:50:01 PM by Cailleach

Rossy, Cailleach is probably like me: The default state is perfection. So starting from zero, there's no point getting excited about the 98 points earned, because they're assumed. What's important is the 2 points that were missed, because those are aberrant. I don't want to know why I earned 98 points. I know why. I earned them because I know the material. What I want to know is why I missed 2 points—because why, when I know the material, would I miss the points?

And it was such a dumb mistake too

I know that feel.

I'm actually immensely grateful that I didn't lose points on a particular question on my Physics midterm. Basically, it was a two-part question along the lines of "Given initial velocity, ending velocity, and distance traveled, what is a) the period of time taken, and b) the rate of acceleration?"

And the answer was in an essay-ish format where I was expected to show/explain all work, which I did, and calculated the correct answers.

But the last sentence I wrote was "Therefore the answers to the problem are a) approximately 8.7 m/s², and b) approximately 3.1 s."

In other words I gave the answer to a) as the answer to b), and vice versa.

But he gave me full points because in solving the problem I explicitly stated that the time was 3.1 s and the rate of acceleration was 8.7 meters per second squared, so he knew that I did it right, I just got turned around at the very end.

Still embarrassing, though.

That's not as bad as my mistake on my proofs test (the one I got the 92 on) I did the proof right, but in the explanation I wrote the word "odd" when I meant to write "even" and all my work was with an even number but since it was written wrong I got a five point deduction

In other news, after a lot of peer pressure from my writing group, I'm going to try using Scrivener to write with. I just started my free trial. Let's see if it's as great as people say it is.

edited 27th Oct '16 7:44:04 AM by Cailleach

Scrivener is great. I can attest to this.

But is it forty-freaking-dollars great?

edited 27th Oct '16 7:47:25 AM by Cailleach