So yesterday the apartment complex's carpet guys came and shampooed the carpets in the apartment where my iceberg is docked. They did a crappy job, of course -- they're paid by the apartment, so they did the minimum work they could do, they didn't even slide my futon forward to shampoo underneath it (not all my furniture fit in the kitchen or patio!) -- but hey, at least the carpets are a LITTLE less dirty than they were.
So anyhow, all my computer gear is sitting on a kitchen counter, except for this laptop of course. And my carpets are still wet. So I'm just sitting here on the futon watching iTube videos. Right now it's KT Tunstall, who is only okay as a songwriter but good eye candy and a fine singer. Hey, 2 out of 3 ain't bad, eh? (As vs. moi, who is a good songwriter but lousy eye candy and can't sing a lick!). She does get bonus points for naming her loop pedal "Wee Bastard" and for laying down her own beats with it when she's not playing with the full band. Sure beats all those poppy little girls who know three chords and couldn't play their songs solo if their life depended on it...
Oh -- the cats did *not* appreciate being locked in the bathroom all day. But they've forgiven me. Almost mugged me, actually...
- Badtux the Soggy Penguin
Wet carpets? Ha! You don't know what wet carpets are. Two weeks ago, one of the sprinkler heads decided to pop off (for no reason, since there wasn't a fire), and it dumped about 1500 gallons of water onto the second floor before they could get it shut off. Does anyone (else) realize how much damage 1500 gallons of water can do to an office complex? They're still working on drying the carpets out!
ReplyDeleteDave
At least a hurricane did not wet your carpets, car etc. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHow is Fang's diet going?
ReplyDeleteFang's diet? Not so good :(. I gave the cats another cup of food to keep them occupied in their bathroom abode while the carpet people were putzing about. By that evening, it was gone. I figure the Mighty Fang ate most of it all by his lonesome. Then he insisted on jumping up on my lap all evening long inbetween me getting up to relocate fans (to try to dry the carpet) and me typing on my laptop. 18 pounds of cat. On lap. Ooof! Then, because my lap was not big enough, he kept putting his paws up on my chest and telling me to lean back, and when I leaned back, I had 18 pounds of cat lying across my chest with hind feet on my lap and front feet kneading my neck as he purred up a storm.
ReplyDeleteHopefully with things back to normal, I can get back to getting him to his normal weight, which is 15 pounds. Yeah, he's a big cat!
- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin