Photos come in threes
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katiefooleryDid you ever have one of those days when words just won’t behave? I’ve been trying to write this cursed post for the last half hour or so and it’s been rapidly driving me insane. All I have to do is provide captions for three photos. It’s not too much to ask. But, oh no, the words would much rather hide just out of reach or run away giggling when they see me coming.
Perhaps they’re irritated by the fact that they’re out-numbered by the photos, because I do not intend to write three thousand words to balance out the thousand words allegedy contained by each of the photos.
Anyway, while they’re behaving, let’s continue.
The first photo is in honour of Buffy, my parents’ cat. She came to live with us when I was about fourteen - a tiny little kitten with a ridiculously long tail. She subsequently grew into a bloody great huge cat with a disproportionately short tail and spent her life sleeping in the sun, demanding food every ten minutes or so and chasing mice and rabbits if she happened to feel like a little exercise. Then she moved to Beechy with the parents and embraced the concept of retirement with alarming alacrity. She also found time to dedicate herself equally to the concepts of Not Doing Anything and Putting On A Bit Too Much Weight. And a few weeks ago, after a very long life filled with plenty of food, creatures to chase and a little bit of travel, she died in her sleep.
Here she is, with one of her patented dirty looks.
Next up is my confidante, to whom I have been relating all manner of angsty and possibly silly stuff, as per the instructions of my doctor. I can’t remember how long I’ve been in possession of him - most likely a longer time than I care to recall. And he didn’t come with that little jumper - I knitted it, probably around the same time I accidentally broke his glasses and left him with a monocle instead. He was shoved in a box in the garage for years and years and is most likely quite happy to be out in the sunlight again. He’s probably less happy to be listening to me ranting on at him for ten mintues a day, but he's bearing up well thus far.
And finally: GRAMMAR RAGE! A few weeks ago, it was SSO week. Basically, it’s a chance for everyone to pretend they care about the contribution the non-teaching staff make to the school by calling us “lovely SSOs” in a patronising tone of voice and giving us little treats such as the one in the photo below. Apparently, we don’t even warrant proper grammar.
(Have I mentioned lately how much I need a new job?)
Perhaps they’re irritated by the fact that they’re out-numbered by the photos, because I do not intend to write three thousand words to balance out the thousand words allegedy contained by each of the photos.
Anyway, while they’re behaving, let’s continue.
The first photo is in honour of Buffy, my parents’ cat. She came to live with us when I was about fourteen - a tiny little kitten with a ridiculously long tail. She subsequently grew into a bloody great huge cat with a disproportionately short tail and spent her life sleeping in the sun, demanding food every ten minutes or so and chasing mice and rabbits if she happened to feel like a little exercise. Then she moved to Beechy with the parents and embraced the concept of retirement with alarming alacrity. She also found time to dedicate herself equally to the concepts of Not Doing Anything and Putting On A Bit Too Much Weight. And a few weeks ago, after a very long life filled with plenty of food, creatures to chase and a little bit of travel, she died in her sleep.
Here she is, with one of her patented dirty looks.
Next up is my confidante, to whom I have been relating all manner of angsty and possibly silly stuff, as per the instructions of my doctor. I can’t remember how long I’ve been in possession of him - most likely a longer time than I care to recall. And he didn’t come with that little jumper - I knitted it, probably around the same time I accidentally broke his glasses and left him with a monocle instead. He was shoved in a box in the garage for years and years and is most likely quite happy to be out in the sunlight again. He’s probably less happy to be listening to me ranting on at him for ten mintues a day, but he's bearing up well thus far.
And finally: GRAMMAR RAGE! A few weeks ago, it was SSO week. Basically, it’s a chance for everyone to pretend they care about the contribution the non-teaching staff make to the school by calling us “lovely SSOs” in a patronising tone of voice and giving us little treats such as the one in the photo below. Apparently, we don’t even warrant proper grammar.
(Have I mentioned lately how much I need a new job?)
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on 2007-09-15 07:50 am (UTC)Because if you didn't, you should have. I can't believe how teachers can be so daft about basic grammar. Sure, have a hiccup about how to phrase dialogue, or work out semi-colons, but your and you're? fuck me, nongheads.
I love your parent's cat. The face is just perfectly framed, with the lines marking out the evilness, it's gorgeous. :D
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on 2007-09-15 08:48 am (UTC)Ah yes - the Buffster and her evil look. Almost every single photo I have of her features her giving me a dirty look. :D
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on 2007-09-15 07:53 am (UTC)Aren't these people TEACHERS for goodness sake? I despair for the youth of today.
Oh no! So sorry to hear about Buffy! That really is a very very dirty look she had.
And what a cute little monocled confidant! For what does the "P" stand?
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on 2007-09-15 09:15 am (UTC)Ah yes, I shall definitely miss the Buffster's dirty looks. It's going to be weird to be Buffy-less when I visit during the school holidays.
The "P" stands for "Piermont". I've no idea why he was called that.
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on 2007-09-15 08:25 am (UTC)Sounds like SSOs are equivalent to admin in an office environment. Nowhere near as important and engineers or scientist but the place would fall apart if we weren't there!
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on 2007-09-17 11:11 am (UTC)We had the tape player too!
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on 2007-09-15 09:18 am (UTC)Your SSO bag makes me cry.
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on 2007-09-15 12:07 pm (UTC)*sobs*
It's a brilliant dirty look, isn't it? You can really tell she enjoyed her food, too...
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on 2007-09-15 09:29 am (UTC)Just remember to give your confident some happy time as well. I have one bear I hug if I am crying, found him when I wasn't in a sad mood, and just picking him up made me want to cry. I really believe the energy does get passed on. *shrugs*
Uh...yeah. Don't know that I have much to say about the telling of the third photo. Let's see how well they do without your help, and THEN have an appreciation week.
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on 2007-09-15 12:16 pm (UTC)That's OK - he gets to hear good stuff as well. There's good stuff all mixed up with angsty difficult stuff... no wonder I'm confused at the moment. :S Plus, he was my favourite toy, so he must be infused with all sorts of good energy already. :)
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on 2007-09-15 10:43 pm (UTC)Also, one day I must show you the horrible, horrible ride that they have at Australia Zoo. It made me and my American friend, Jake, rant and rave about grammar for a good five minutes (while James rolled his eyes and thought we were over-reacting).
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on 2007-09-16 02:34 am (UTC)Ack, that ride sounds like it would be torture. It's not possible to over-react to bad grammar! :D
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on 2007-09-16 05:31 am (UTC)It's enough to make a grown woman weep.
And Buffy looks so fab in that picture.
Glare-of-doom!
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on 2007-09-16 05:47 am (UTC)Buffy had the best glare ever. No cat could match it. No human, either.
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on 2007-09-16 06:13 am (UTC)Although they have terrible grammar sense, at least they have good chocolate taste! :)
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on 2007-09-17 12:23 am (UTC)And awww...the words were cut off on your litte SSO star!
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on 2007-09-17 07:00 am (UTC)Oh yes, there's plenty of stuff missing from that star: apostrophes, punctuation, correct grammar... At least the chocolate tasted good. :D
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on 2007-09-17 09:49 am (UTC)I saw 'your' instead of 'you're' on a birthday card recently, which made me die a little bit more inside. The fact that someone actually approved commercial printing of such a mistake is so, so wrong.
Love the first two pictures, the stern cat expression is so cute :)
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on 2007-09-17 12:07 pm (UTC)Buff was a master of that expression. :D I'd be hard put to find a photo where she's wearing anything other than that dirty, don't-mess-with-me look.
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on 2007-09-17 05:39 pm (UTC)Hey, proof of your knitting skills! Pretty darn good at it, since you made a "Weasley" sweater ^_~. You should do it more often :P
*blinks* Oh my.....
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on 2007-09-17 09:39 pm (UTC)I was probably about ten or eleven when I made that little jumper. Luckily it was little, too, or I would have lost patience with it. It just takes so long to complete normal-sized things!
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