Something’s missing from this blog

I do believe my personal touch seems to have gone by the wayside. I rarely post about anything but the news anymore, and, well, I think you guys are getting bored with that.

I used to have a little more fun.

I wonder what happened… oh, yeah. I got busier.

But I miss posts like this. And comments like this. (Yeah, I REALLY miss Ilyka, but she just dropped off the face of the internet a while back and I can’t seem to find her again.)

I have cat pictures to put up, but it’s been a pain in the butt to choose them and get them ready for publishing, so they’re just staying in my camera. I have to find that darn cable again, too.

Last night, I took a few pictures of my new Shelob. There’s a spider who has set up her web in the corner of my garage, outside the door, so I’ve been watching in fascination as she comes out each night. Yesterday, she was doing something to a ladybug that had gotten caught in her web. I have no idea what, as she’d already half-cocooned her. I guess she was fully cocooning the ladybug. That must be the spider version of putting the food into the fridge.

Oh, the reason behind this post? I went back to find the date of this post (warning to guys who don’t like icky girl talk—don’t click the link) because I need information for a new doctor that I’m seeing later this afternoon.

Oh, and yesterday, I developed a new way to describe the onset of menopause: EFFING menopause. You have to say the word “effing” for real, and add a really, really, REALLY huge helping of scorn in order to get the effect. But that is what I am now calling EFFING menopause. I will find out later today if I’m really in it yet or not. This is not, by the way, a club that I want to be in. Alas, I have no choice.

And by the way, to all those women out there who like to glorify, sanctify, and make holy the onset of EFFING menopause: You’re all EFFING morons. Come visit me while I’m going through HulkMS. We’ll talk.