Sumomo's Diary

Sumomo just came back from her monthly nail trim and weigh-in. She's now up to six point six kilos, up another point since the last visit. Somomo, child, keep this up and I'm going to have to change your name to "Sumo".

When I get home, I grab a bowl of cereal. One telemarketer later and I discover she's found the little bit of milk left in the bowl and helped herself to a couple of tablespoons worth. (Why is it that cats like milk, when milk hates cats? They tend to be quite lactose-intolerant.) And for the next half hour, I'm chasing the damnfool cat around the apartment as she finds a delightful new place to upchuck. Thank the heavens I don't have carpeting.

Great, not only to I have a cat that has to fight the battle of the bulge, she's developing bulimia. >_<

(Maybe I should shave her, and keep her shaved? I read somewhere that kids raised nudist had far fewer cases of eating disorders than their not-raised-as-nudist peers, wonder if that equates to domestic felines...)

Slashdot quote

For those of you not regulars on the geeky news site Slashdot, they have a quote at the bottom of their screen. It changes about once every 24 hours, and right now has this quite accurate line:

The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not "Eureka!" (I found it!) but "That's funny ..." -- Isaac Asimov

Of course, this is also the most exciting phrase for talk shows' gag writers to hear, too. Doesn't necessarily lead to new discoveries, but it's exciting to hear.

(no subject)

That test is illogical. My result should have been "Spock".


Your results:
You are Will Riker

Will Riker 80% Data 73% Jean-Luc Picard 65% Leonard McCoy (Bones) 65% Beverly Crusher 60% Spock 59% An Expendable Character (Redshirt) 55% Worf 50% Geordi LaForge 50% Chekov 45% James T. Kirk (Captain) 45% Uhura 40% Deanna Troi 35% Mr. Scott 25% Mr. Sulu 25%

At times you are self-centered but you have many friends. You love many women, but the right woman could get you to settle down.

Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Test

Swim kitties!!

So tonight, a friend of mine from the ORB club gave me a ride up to a swim a bunch from Newmarket held at a private facility. It was no recreational facility - it was a cross between a training facility and a rehab facility. That meant the larger pool was regulation competition size, and the warm pool (the nice and comfy warmer pool) was geared for aquafitness and aquatic therapy. In addition, the facility had been switched in the last year or so to using salts instead of chlorine, which means my eyes tonight are not their usual red and sore status. I still smell of pool water, only now of salt water instead of chlorine.

I managed to do a few laps of the "cold" pool before deciding it would be a good idea to go back to the warm pool before the night was over.

And this facility had not one but three mascots: jet-black kitties, Ben, Jerry and Cody. (Ben & Jerry, geddit?) Ben is apparently not the pool lover that the other two are, but all like to lap up the salty water and Jerry likes to get quite close to the bathers and get his noggin scratched. The ORB president Apollo brought his two daughters with him; at one point his eight-year-old daughter Jenny caught Ben (to Ben's discomfiture, but he put up with it mankittyfully and didn't complain).

Afterwards, we went to a local restaurant. Normally it's not open that late, but someone from Newmarket had made special arrangements with the owner. Limited menu (two items, chicken on a bun with fries or lasagna with Cesar salad), and not terribly fancy, but Tom's put on a nice feast after the evening's swimming.

Next Saturday is the Wave Pool adventure with the ORB club up in Richmond Hill. A lot of the Newmarket crew will be there as well. It promises to be a lot of fun.