I finally finished Jonathan Strange

I finally finished Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell after what felt like an eternity, but was in actuality only three weeks. But still. I finally resorted to lugging it on the subway in lieu of the New Yorker just so I could make sizable dents in my reading. I am very excited to move onto neat and slim Blink.

I am going to tell you my dream last night because it was about a blogger, and maybe only you will appreciate as much as I how ridiculous it seems to dream about blogs. In this dream, Wil Wheaton wanted to give me a red door for an engagement present (like this one). He wanted to, but it was too expensive, but he nonetheless wanted me to know that the desire was there. I remember thinking, “That’s so nice. I guess he’s not such an asshat after all.”

That’s it. Interpret away.

When he was visiting, my dad could not believe that we hadn’t introduced the cats to catnip. You have to understand that our apartment is small, and the cats are on the crazy side WITHOUT any crazy-inducing nip. This seemed only short of denying them the breath they breathe, apparently, because we got a discreet packet in the mail yesterday addressed to the cats and filled up with catnip. We decided to let them partake, or rather they decided by practically tearing the envelope open with their teeth. It took approximately 3.4 seconds from the kitties to go from normal to writhing on the floor licking the mail that had sat adjacent to the catnip package, dilated pupiled, all out junkies.

After about half an hour Max rejoined us on the couch, filthy from all the dust he collected rolling around on floor (these guys actually double pretty well for Swiffers), and looking a bit worse for the wear. The whole scene from beginning to end would actually make a pretty good anti-drug campaign, with Max yelling at my dad that he “learned it by watching you!”

The funny thing about registering for wedding gifts online is that in the process of updating your lists, you notice if someone’s bought you a gift. This is very exciting, since we’re not even into heavy wedding-gift getting stage yet, but it can also be confusing. As in, who bought us the teakettle? Why hasn’t it arrived yet?

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