The Third Formant

Poor Paul :(

R.I.P.

Paul Atreides

July 2005-May 2006

He was probably about 2 years old, really.

*sniff*

He got swim-bladder disorder, probably from constipation. He was swimming upside down and laying on the floor sideways. He knew us. He'd come out of his hidy-hole when we tapped on the tank, and swim up to say hi, 'cause he thought we were feeding him. He was a good fishy. He was buried beneath the rhododendron.

Carla now lives alone. With a bunch of tiny crustaceans living on the glass that came out of nowhere. Apparentely harmless.

Bathroom B & A

Dum dum DUM!

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I just put the first picture in for the kitty. The second one is colour-correct on an LCD monitor.

Office B & A

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Studio B & A

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Bedroom Before & After!

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Birdies!

Birds that have been spotted at or below our feeder:

House Finch
Black-capped Chickadee
Redwinged Blackbird
Mourning Dove
Rock Pigeon
American Robin
Northern Cardinal 06/20/06
House Sparrow 07/02/06
American Goldfinch 05/30/07
Purple Finch 05/07

Airport Adventures

For those of you who haven't heard about my airport adventures, here's what happened:

I arrived at Tulsa Intl. at about 12:30 to make my 2:30 flight. Security was a breeze. Oh well. Its always easy when you're not running late... So, I get to the gate to find out: eep! Chicago-O'Hare is having t-storms, so they're delaying incoming flights to prevent anyone from having to circle the airport in the storm. Small shuttle flights like ours are the first to get delayed. We weren't leaving until 4:30. Sigh. So I grab a snack and wait it out. 4:00 is boarding time, but we don't take off until about 5:00. My connecting flight leaves at 6:35. Eeep! So much for a two hour layover. I hope that my next flight is delayed...

Just before landing, the flight attendents give us all connection instructions. Turns out I'm in a different terminal and have to take a shuttle. And I don't get off the plane 'til 6:25. That doesn't count waiting for my checked bag. Should've checked it officially, instead of plane-side. Oops. I get my bag, run to the shuttle, then find that the shuttle takes me to the wrong end of my terminal. Argh! I powerwalk to my gate, arriving at 6:35. Blast. Then I look at the sign: my flight is delayed until 8:30. Sigh. The gates are incredibly crowded, so I make my space on the floor and start reading, snacking, calling Patrick, etc. While I'm on the phone, the gate agent announces that this is NOT my gate, the signs aren't working, and that I need to be a couple of gates over. And that my flight isn't taking off until 9:30. Double argh! I ended up moving twice, actually, because that gate wasn't my last. We boarded at 9:50 from the gate next to my original. Everyone was exhausted, bemused, and slightly (or more) confused. At one point, someone got out and started playing a saxophone, to many cheers. Our gate agents ended up sticking up taped-together paper signs with our flight numbers on them. I don't know when they finally got the computers working, but it wasn't when I was there. My plane finally took off at 10:30.

Everyone was really nice, though, so that helped make up for it all.

The first thing Jasmine did when I got home was to roll around in my new shoes, then cuddle into my jacket. Maybe she liked the smell of something on the plane? This is the cat that likes the taste of plastic bags...

New Nightstand

Well, actually, its a plant stand. But it fits perfectly! And it does the job, which is to be tall enough to level with the bed and thin enough to fit between the bed and the door.

This is a victorian plant stand. At least, its about 100 years old. Its made of metal and green marble. Prettier in person than in this picture.