Coming Soon...

So I've decided on a new project for my blog. I know I'm not so good at following through with projects I start in this here space, but hey. This is where I get to be myself completely, and part of who I am is a lazy jerk who never finishes a damn thing.
What is my new project?
One of my favorite sites in the whole internet is Television Without Pity. One of my favorite shows ever on television is How I Met Your Mother. However. TWoP does not have recaps of all of season one and half of season two. After ordering seasons one and two of HIMYM waaaaay back in February (seriously people, Magical Prices sucks ass. Never buy through them.), I have decided to rectify this situation. That's right. I'm going to post recaps of season one of How I Met Your Mother up in this joint.
That's the plan anyway.

So Much Better

After the whole unravelling stitches fiasco, things with Singe are going much better. This is due in large part to the giant cage that I bought to contain her. I bought the biggest dog kennel/crate/whatchamacallit that I could find, got a nice flat cushion for her so she won't get stuck on it like she was her beds with their tricky side walls, and add a regular litter box into the mix and presto, perfect kitty prison. I had to get her a normal litter box because the LitterMaid that I have now turned out to be a trap for cats with cones on their heads. That was not a fun day.
So now, aside from her howling and scrabbling at the floor trying to dig her way out, both of which actions are brought to a halt be showing her a squirt bottle of water, she is really calm. Yesterday she was sleeping so deeply that she didn't even move when I opened the door to check on her water.

We are not Amused

Pretty gross right? Singe had/has some crazy ass infection (best case) or some weird kind of lymphoma (worst case), all up under her skin on her back leg. She had surgery on it yesterday, and the above picture is the result. What I don't have pictures of is when her stitches started unravelling from the bottom upward and I had to take her to Animal ER last night at 11:00. She spent the night there, and today I am picking her up and taking her back to the vet. Then I need to purchase one of those big ass dog crates to lock her in while she recuperates. Which she is going to hate. Which she is going to be very loud about hating.

ACK!

This chair is made of pure evil. I lost the website that I saw it on, but it was some sort of sports and hunting equipment place that apparently also sells home furnishings. But seriously. See those two spots that are the eyes? The deer head makes the nose and the mouth made out of pointy antlers. This chair wants to eat you.

I'm going to have nightmares about this damn thing.

Giggle

This is one of the best things I have ever read on these here internets. The following comment (with a big ol' [sic]) is on a story that Spencer Pratt has declared a Twitter Douche Off with Ashton Kutcher. Behold:

NOW Ashton Kutcher is doing ANY stupid thing....what?without his mom-I mean Dumi Mooron with he fake-and look at this Scout daughter of hers-she ain't got no nostrils-where did they go george where did they go?NO NOSTRILS and with all of their $$$$$$$$$$ you'd think they could build her some nostrils.I guarentee people laugh behind he back when she snorts cocaine.I wonder if when at one time or another,she took playdough and made a pair of nostrils,I can only wonder.

I mean, seriously? "she ain't got no nostrils"? Gold. Pure. Comedy. Gold.