We splurged and got fancy cable with HBO and OnDemand and a few other bells and whistles. My savings are running out, and if I don’t find a job soon I won’t be able to justify the expense, but in the meantime I’m going to enjoy staying up late and watching things I’ve always wanted to see but just never got around to. Michael Jackson and Brett Ratner car dancing to R. Kelly’s “Ignition (Remix).”
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Fruit fly wings.
Charles and Ray Eames (via kitsune noir) 
(via mutations) Some pictures of the house we are renting. They are of the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway between the kitchen and the living room. More and better pictures when I get around to putting a wider lens on my camera, and when I finally feel that the other rooms are done.
We’ve been working really hard to geteverything in order, and we’re still working. I am so pleased and proud to live here. After three years in a tiny, run-down, third-floor walk-up in Brooklyn, this huge, beautiful place is a shock to the system.
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Joe and I were just talking about this.
My dream is to come home one day and find the cat and the dog locked in a loving embrace.
Also, holy confusing pronouns. Cats are always thought of as feminine and dogs as masculine, which means that having a male cat and a female dog can get pretty linguistically confusing. Every conversation we have about the two of them takes twice as long as it should because we keep having to go back and correct ourselves. (“She’s just going to have to get used to him…I mean, he’s going to have to get used to her.”)
See this beautiful lady? This is Jojo, and we picked her up today.
Though I have often metioned that we were planning to get a dog, I didn’t tell many people that we had one all picked out and everything because I was afraid things would fall through somehow.
Jojo is the name she comes with, short for Jo Ann. The previous owner named her after herself. Weird, right? As if Jo Ann weren’t a weird enough name for a dog on its own. We’re going to say Jojo is short for Jolene or something.
The previous owner is an alcoholic who forgot we were coming to pick up the dog today. She missed our meeting time and place, so we had to drive out to her house. When we showed up she was totally drunk, crying, and couldn’t find Jojo’s papers or food bowls or any of the things she’d promised to give us. I felt like someone from the Department of Human Services ripping a child away from an unfit mother. Which is to say, awful. On top of that, there where enormous, aggressive mosquitos everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
But all that is over and here Jojo is, in our house, and we’re very glad she’s here. Scully, on the other hand, is not glad the dog is here. He’s not scared of her, and can be in the same room with her and completely ignore her and act totally normal, but as soon as that dog comes within four or five feet of Scully, he starts hissing and growling. We’re going to work on that. I’ve seen cat/dog introductions go much much much worse, so I’m optimistic.
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This is the part of Do the Right Thing where Radio Raheem does Robert Mitchem’s love/hate monologue from Night of the Hunter, which I have always wanted to learn.
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