Not a monster

I'm trying to combat boredom by posting, having already kept Marc from his paper for about an hour on the phone. I've also made a mug of vanilla chai tea, so far without milk or sugar, and it's steaming and smelling weird on my desk. The internet makes it too easy to stay bored. Not bored enough that you find something better to do, but always bored. It's insidious like that. Sometimes I go look at weird old websites I frequented in college, and it feels like visiting highschool, like I've changed and the world's changed but everything in this one place is still more or less exactly how it was. I think I stole that from Ms Hunnings. Actually, I must have. I've never even been back to my highschool since I graduated. Not inside, at least.

Of course, sometimes the old, more obscure websites have changed since I last looked, or been abandoned, or disappeared. And that always annoys me. Do you know what I mean? Is that weird? I hate dead links. They're so depressing.

I took about a hundred pictures today at work, of Ivy. Mostly of her sitting or standing in exactly the same place. One of them I posted below. Late in the afternoon she put on a pair of knitted slippers she'd dragged from a trunk filled with costumes, and was scampering around in them when she slipped on the hardwood floor and fell on her butt. She'd bitten her lip and knew it, so it was a 2nd degree cry, not the forgotten-about-in-matter-of-seconds-cry I get most often. Anyway, there was quite a bit of blood. I remember from being a kid, how alarming it was that lips bled so much. But it was fine. Shannon appeared from the basement, as if from nowhere, where she'd been painting, and that's an instant cure for the 2nd degree cry.

If I wasn't bored, I wouldn't have bothered telling that story. If I were bored more often, and not so goddamn full of myself, possibly there would be more of Ivy's misadventures on Klovharu. But that might make me look bad. Babies just fall a lot! They do!

Animal Planet is going to stop it's 31 free days tomorrow, so I'm desperate for my mother (the only one with the authority) to call Shaw and tell them we'll pay, we'll pay anything, just so I won't have to go without Animal Cops: Detroit. I'm so addicted to this program. As Marian pointed out, it sounds like it features little dogs dressed as cops, but it's about the Michigan Humane Society workers who respond to animal neglect/abuse calls, and I'm in love with each and every one of them.

Marc does an impression of the typical animal rights violator on the show that I'm going to try and replicate in text: No'n dis'n, dis ain't ma dawg. I don' know who's dawg dat is. I saw some... some other guy, he was over here wid' the, uh, dawg, and I don' know nothing about no fighting. It got in a fight tho', I guess, 'cause it all torn up, yeah...

Animal Cops: Houston is almost as good. More big cats, and more horses. Less pit fighting. These shows make me think Vancouver is a pretty sweet place for animals, relatively. And they make me appreciate people that spend their lives trying to fix this stuff. And sometimes there are really happy endings, you know? So, please, Animal Planet, don't leave me. I can change. I will change.