I wonder why I never get around to blogging holiday wishes until after most of my regular readers are asleep and the holiday is over. On the other hand, what the hell is wrong with you people anyway? I’m still going strong at midnight.
‘Twas three years ago today that Miss Autumn came to live with us and became my new master.
That photo was snapped just a moment before the last, similar one, before she was fully annoyed with me for futzing about with the phone rather than loving on The Cat.
I joined Amethyst for her annual Autumnal Equinox ritual, which thankfully is a short and simple one. She’s not so big on elaborate ceremonies. Hell, our wedding ceremony didn’t last five minutes. We know what’s important: The reception lasted four days.
In other news, the cool new (car) cell phone mount that I ordered last week arrived today. It’s the first one I’ve seen that I’ve actually liked — its predecessors were selected based upon how they rated in suck factor, but none went past zero into non-suck territory. This one’s a flexible gooseneck that bolts to the seat mount, and not so easily flexed that it’s going to wander around with my relatively large phone on it. It’s not going to fall off of the windshield on hot days, or cold days, or any days at all. And the gooseneck is long enough at 22″ to put the phone in a great location where I can reach it to poke the car mode buttons and easily glance at it to see what I need to see on the GPS. So yay.
I was also supposed to receive my bluetooth car kit today, but the fleabay seller fucked up. Or fleabay did. Either way, when I ordered it I got punched in the face with an alert dialog telling me that the seller doesn’t ship to PO boxes, so I changed the shipping address to our home address. Then the thing was shipped via USPS — and there’s no mail delivery to our home or to any homes in our neighborhood, so the package got to ride all around this end of the county and then go back to the postal orifice. Fortunately it’s Dinkytown, and we’re known to the folks who inhabit the postal orifice (and especially so because Amethyst worked there), so the package isn’t going all the way back to California just to get one line of the address changed.
Later this week, the old truck will become bluetooth enabled and then we’ll be uptown. I’m not going to pretend that I have anything in common with the cool kids, though.
Since none of this shit is interesting despite being the best I’ve got at the moment, I’ll get out of the way and let you find something worth paying attention to, if there is such a thing still in existence these days.
Be well, friends and neighbors!