Your quasi-weekly blog update

Yeah, I should write more. You'd be amazed how much time World of Warcraft takes, and, besides, not much to write about.

Well, a few things of note: one of the students who I provide service for is a would-be cook, and he clued me and Tim; friend, co-worker and fellow member of the Sweet-Jesus-Do-I-Hate-Pullman Cub, about a French cooking class taught in Moscow by an actual honest-to-goodness French chef. What the hell a French chef is doing here is another story, but tomorrow I get to go learn how to make duck l'orange and potatoes au daphine. OM NOM NOM.

Finally got the Subaru sold! Only took three month longer than I thought, and I didn't get quite what I wanted for it, but at this point, I just wanted it gone, one less thing to worry about moving.

Took the kitties to the vet last week, and they got clean bills of health. According to their records, Samantha is 17(!) this year. Samantha does not behave like a 17-year-old cat. She still tears around this place like a banshee and has remarkably good muscle tone. Sure, she's showing some signs of age, like speckled eyes and has only a handful of teeth left, but you'd think this cat was a decade younger. Devons, supposedly, will live upwards of 20, so hopefully The Stinkus still has a few good years left in her.

Speaking of which, I am now being climbed on and shoulder is being demanded, and since typing with a handful of cat is difficult at best...