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Okay, I'm a stoop. Maybe the illness (which now looks to be behind me, even though the lingering dizziness forced me to take a second day off work) has slowed up my brain a bit, but I never noticed there was a limit on how many photos I could upload to Blogger. If I'd realized that earlier I would've shrunk 'em all to web size. Ah well, no harm done. Since I was in bed much of the day with The Vapours, Amy kept me company and had muchness of cutitude. Oh, and I got a few of Datsa as well when he deigned to come within camera range. So I've decided to upload them to my Flickr account, which I don't use so, hey, why not?

Here's Amy's set.

Here's Datsa's set.

Guess I'll be experimenting with Flickr more now. As soon as I finish consolidating all of our iPhotos (mine are done, I just need to weave Robin's in).

*(Friday Cat Blogging is ™ Kevin Drum)

There's nothing better to lift my spirits during times of sickness (other than Robin waiting on me hand and foot as best he can) than the sound of children's squeals of jubilation, particularly when they're not taking place in the basement apartment of our house.



The intro is almost as good as the thing itself. Don't know if this informal "Rube Goldberg summer camp" actually exists, my brief Google search came out inconclusive, but if it's not a Real Thing in the World it should be. Via BoingBoing. Oh, and happy birthday to Robin's Dad!.

White Rabbits, and welcome to my favorite time of the year, as well as the countdown to Pen-Elayne's eighth blogiversary next Tuesday! The day hasn't gone as well for me as I'd hoped, however, and I'm currently typing this with a 100.1° fever (it had been 101.3° earlier this evening), so I won't be hanging out at the computer very long. Just long enough to pass along BoingBoing's problem solving flow chart. Alas, I haven't found anyone else to blame yet for this low-grade fever, so I must be, as the chart indicates, a Poor Bastard.

In attendance at last night's Yankees/A's game was practically a cavalcade of the architects of misery, as Michael Kay & co. introduced, in short order, Joe Lieberman, Henry Kissinger (no stand-seating for him, he was in a sky box), Bill O'Reilly and (sitting next to him) Donald Trump. Feel free to insert your own punchline in the comments. Meanwhile, there were quite a few repeats of that annoying New York Times Weekender ad, which I'm glad I can no longer watch without it bringing to mind this wonderful parody using the New York Post:



Via August Pollack. The sad reality is, of course, that the Post loves people like Trump and O'Reilly and Kissinger and even Lieberman.

Sometimes a gal just wants a little mindless escapist fantasy. On the surface I don't really have a problem with Disney princess movies, but then I love animation and I've loved fairy tales since I was a kid (I have the whole Lang Fairy Book collection). On the other hand, the grown-up no-fun-at-all* feminist in me recognizes the weird messages some of these cartoons send out. To women:



And to men:



That's all via Princess Xeni at BoingBoing. On the other hand, some gals from Second City just have fun with it:





Dang, now I want to go watch some Disney animated films again.

*sarky alert

Back home, being pestered by a constantly-meowing kitty, hoping to start dinner soon. Roast chicken, I think, but not Paula Deen style. Even so, I can still draw inspiration from PaulaDeenisms (via Erin at Serious Eats). Watch out for flying hams!

Off shortly to the Land that DSL Forgot, so I'll be AFK for around the next 24 hours or so. If I choose to go online, I should be just in time for the humor of the Hyper Text Coffee Pot Control Protocol (via BoingBoing), or perhaps some Tweets of Old (also via BoingBoing).

Ahoy, mateys! Biker extraordinare Carolyn Ibis sends along these two videos featuring the Pirates of Manhattan:





That second one looks like it was filmed over the winter. Shiver me timbers!

Starting to feel better, although the warned-about subdermal bruising is creeping me out a bit. Kitties were happy to see us return yesterday, though:



"Oh, you were gone?" Also, from Robin, it's the Revenge of the Cat:




Somehow I wouldn't have pictured Sylvester doing this...

*(Friday Cat Blogging is ™ Kevin Drum)

Long day, didn't leave the hospital until mid-afternoon (even longer story, not for blog publication 'cause it's icky female stuff and, you know, personal). Will know results in a week or so. Upper body aches. Need to know what Totally Looks Like what today (via I Can Has Cheezeburger?). This will soothe me.