tinhuvielartanis: (Riley)
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Toby, doing his best Joker impersonation.

"You look nervous. Is it the scar? Wanna know how I got it? My roommate is a Dachshund...and a fiend. And one day, he goes off craaaazier than normal. I, being a bit of an idiot, decide to get in his face. Riley doesn't like that...not-t..one..bit-t. So, Tin watching, he uses his abnormally quick reflexes and sharp white teeth aaaaaand...."


Here's the real story, which isn't far from Toby's Jokerized account above. The day after my service to Dr. Patch ended, Toby decides to get all up in Riley's grill. Now, Riley, being a Dachshund, and a demented one at that, didn't like that. Not one bit. So he bit Toby right on the nose. I was freaked right out. The puncture was deep, bloody, and generally unpleasant. And Toby was in a great deal of pain, obviously. Since I no longer had the employee discount, there was no way I could take him to the vet, so I did what I had to do. I put the buster collar we used on Toby when he got neutered back on him, pulled out the Polysporin and applied copious amounts to the bite after thoroughly washing the area, and I began dosing him with leftover antibiotics from when Chester had his dental. They're essentially the same weight, so I knew the dosage would be right. For about a week I did this, rubbing the Polysporin into the wound at least three times a day. It was difficult because the wound had settled tremendously sore and Toby didn't want to be touched there at all. After a week, he looked like Rocky Balboa. It wasn't just swelling; there was infection building up in there, despite the regimen of Polysporin and Clindamyacin. So I had to step up the treatment, which I knew would be unpleasant for us both. I had to squeeze the puss out of the bite and boil it out with peroxide before the wound became abscessed. I did it with Aunt Tudi's help. For two days, I held Toby between my knees, gripped his little head with one hand, and I'd squeeze the wound with the other. Then I'd boil it out and rub in the Polysporin. I had some leftover Clavamox, which I started giving Toby instead of the Clindamyacin. The dosage was a little on the strong side for a dog his weight, but it was a chance we needed to take to get the infection under control.

Three days ago, I was able to remove Toby's buster collar. He's all healed up except for the scar on his nose. As for his relationship with Riley, Toby is inclined to not get all up in Riley's grill now for, verily, Riley is a Dachshund and a fiend.

Now you know how Toby got that scar.
tinhuvielartanis: (Cliffs of Insanity)

  • There's a reason why the movie W. is being released so close to Hallowe'en: it's a freakin' horror movie. And what makes it even scarier is that it's based on a true story. Dubya will end up in the ranks of horror movie monsters like Freddy Kreuger, Jason Vorhees, and Pinhead. I can see it happening. He's been scaring the hell out of me for the past eight years.

  • Attention all you crazy Russian serial frienders: I don't mind you're friending me. Hell, I'd friend you back if you'd just pop onto the ole blog and tell me you've friended me and introduce yourself! But I don't like being part of some bizarre online competition. So, if that's why you friended me, please defriend me and move along. No harm, no foul. If that's not what you're doing, just let me know and I'll friend you back because I dig people on a certain level despite my rabid misanthropy. I especially like Europeans and I've always been quite fond of Russians, Czechs, and Poles. Slavs in general are of particular interest to me and I've actually tried to teach myself Russian and Czech. That was about twenty years ago, which means I remember none of what I taught myself. That said, I can't understand a word you write in your journal, but that's okay. If you're a legitimate friender, I'll friend you back and enjoy the Cyrillic appearing on my Friends Page. It may prompt me to try to learn Russian again!

  • I've decided to not return to the bakery. I'm thinking that Teresa is trying to "punish" me by not giving me any hours this week.  Actually, even though I needed those hours, I've had a wonderful weekend, thanks to Teresa's so-called punishment.  And her actions stirred within me the last vestige of pride that I possess and that the Man has yet to successfully beat down.  I'm no longer a bakery slave!  When/If Teresa calls to let me know she finally "needs" me to come back to work, I'm going to inform her that I'm no longer available to work in the bakery and that I'm going to do to her what she did to me.  And I'm going to hang up on her.  I've already told Tami that I'll be available to work more hours at the Dollar General.  When I go in to work on Tuesday, I'm supposed to write down what days and times I'll be available for work.  It's gonna be difficult not having that third job, but we'll make it somehow and I'll be saving what little pride I have left so that I can continue to partially hold my head up in this Corporate/Fascist state that's keen on eradicating any capacity for thought and self-preservation its consumers may possess.  By the grace of the Goddess and God, I will persevere!
  • [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake is having a hell of a time trying to find a surgeon who will help her with her bladder problem. Since she has no insurance, she's trying to go through some charity organisations to try to get her surgery. The problem she's having is that tacking up a woman's bladder is considered an "elective" surgery, which means anyone who needs the surgery has to grovel in the gravel to maybe get it down the road. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake is in pain and can't function because of her dropped bladder, yet the powers that be have decreed that her condition isn't that serious and should therefore be treated as an elective situation, if it's treated at all. She has an appointment with a doctor on Tuesday, after speaking with an Ask-a-Nurse nurse, who directed her to Regenesis. Maybe she'll be able to get the help she desperately needs. This is America's health care in action! Stay tuned here for more riveting updates on [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake's fearless sojourn into the dreadful quagmire of the US health care system.

  • There's something coming on the History Channel at 10PM which is what I'd called Must See TV. It's called Last Days on Earth. If you're even remotely sympathetic to my Alpaca Liptic message here on The Cliffs of Insanity, then you need to get thee hence and enjoy this Feel-Good Television.

  • I've decided that, the next time one of my animal companions finds themselves needing a "lamp shade" around their heads, I'm going to request the largest lamp shade available. Then I'm going to cut it into a daisy shape and paint it purple. Then I'd place this godawful thing on my unfortunate animal friend and promptly take pictures. I'm hoping that my animal friend would look like this:
     I think Riley would be the perfect candidate for this dandy pictorial project.

  • Smidgen is exhibiting something I like to call the Feline Autumn Heebie-Jeebies. When she takes herself outside for any length of time, after she comes in, she has huge pupils and she runs about like a crack whore who's on a particularly festive high. Riley and Motley get the brunt of her FAHJ. Smidgen stalks both of them and just gets the greatest pleasure when she manages a smack on the sly. I'm hoping I can get her on film, walking on her hind legs, her arms in the air, and her eyes black as night. I've noticed that many cats succumb to the Feline Autumn Heebie-Jeebies. The change in the air seems to affect most cats, making them celebrate life to the fullest of their feline abilities. This means that someone is going to suffer and someone else will be amused by their moments of suffering. And the wheel keeps turning....

tinhuvielartanis: (Yay....)
I went to my orthopædist this morning with the hope that he'd go ahead and see me even though I only had $100 of the $203 I owe him. Before I even got to sit down, I was dragged into the financial officer's office to pay my bill. She talked to me like I was a dog (this seems to be a pattern in my life right now, being talked to and treated like a dog by various people in so-called power) and went through this whole drama of going back to talk to the doctor to see if he'd be benevolent and see me, even though I'm poor trash who can't pay my bills. About ten minutes later, she returned and said, "You're lucky he's feeling generous today. You may go ahead and pay the $100, but you need to get more money into us as soon as you can. You don't go get your car fixed and then just drive off without payment, so you can do that here either." I'm quoting her here. What she said is emblazoned on the surface of my brain like a brand of shame.

And I didn't even get to see Dr. Keith today. I saw the nurse practitioner, who diagnosed me with bursitis in my left shoulder. I got an injection in my shoulder and one in my knee, and was sent off with a prescription for pain medication and the orders to follow up as needed. That translates as "follow up when you have money and not a damned day sooner." Maybe now I won't be waking up in godawful pain two or three times a night and working in constant pain every day...until the shots wear off, that is. Meh.

I just feel like I'm gonna lose it if one more person treats me like I'm less than the gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe. This latest interlude of human malice does wonders for my already high level of misanthropy. But...onto happier matters, like pink elephants.


On my way home, I saw in the distance what looked like a pink elephant on wheels. Thinking back to yesterday, I made certain I hadn't had a few snifters for my birthday and that I was suffering from hallelujah-fascinations as a result but, no. I was sober yesterday and was even more so today. So I sped up to catch up to the offending vision. Sure enough, it was indeed a pink elephant on wheels and I have the pictures to prove it!

in keeping with the mood of the day, I was mooned by a gigantic pink elephant on wheels )

I figured that, since I was in the vicinity, I may as well get a few shots of Spartanburg's haunted castle.

spooky )

Now, I'm not certain that the house is really haunted, but it sure looks it. I'd love to live there, or at least spend one night in the house. I'd probably emerge the next morning with snow white hair and a blank stare on my face, but I'm inclined to that any day as it is, given my spiritual connections with Nadine Cross. Speaking of haunted houses, the creepy nurse in the remake of House on Haunted Hill is none other than the woman who played Gozer the Gozerian. Hm. You learn something new every day!


Nothing lifts my spirits more than taking pictures of the furry family members, so I'm featuring Motley and Riley in this post. When Motley spends quality time with Aunt Tudi, she invariably ends up standing on her head to show her affection. Why? Because she's a loon. And Riley? Well, Riley is just as crazy as hell. You can tell by the look in his eyes. The picture of him gazing off to the sky looks like he's in deep prayer. He probably is.

Motley and Riley, a show like none other )


I'm gonna do my best to chill out for the next 45 minutes before I head into work at the Dollar General. My knee and shoulder are about to kill me, but I'm sure they'll feel better by tomorrow, once those shots begin to take effect. It's just a matter of getting through the night, then all will be okies.
tinhuvielartanis: (Suck_ass Day)
I'm home from work. It was my first night at Dollar General. I went in at 3 PM and, by 4 PM, I was working by myself as a cashier. After 5 PM, it was just me and the assistant manager, Steve, who was stocking shelves after the truck delivered three trillion products. So, yeah, I was truly by myself. I occasionally had to page Steve to the front but, for the most part, I let him be and I think he was happy about that, considering he was so busy. I've never been a cashier before, so this was a fun new experience. The number one lesson I've learnt so far: when you're a cashier, you can no longer run away from people you've successfully avoided in public in the past.

But I'm so tired. I've been wide open since 5:30 this morning, and working since 6, with only an hour break from 2 to 3 PM. I can barely blink my eyes. In fact, I'm having Aunt Tudi help me blink them, or just blink hers in my place.

While I perish of exhaustion, please enjoy this picture of me with my "big tricked out name tag."

just like Progressive.com's Flo's tag! )

Just for good measure, here's the latest picture of Riley-dog, doing a fine impersonation of Peter Lorre.

mercy! mercy! )

And one of a pretty green spider that Aunt Tudi killed with prejudice as soon as she got home from the hospital, murderous byotch that she is.

pretty green spider )

I first spotted the lovely creature in the shower and this poem sprung to mind:

Spider, spider, green as grass
Please don't bite my naked ass


Thank you, I'll be here all night, what there is left of it.
tinhuvielartanis: (Riley)
They're always the ones to suffer, and it's so unfair. Chester and Riley, in particular, have wandered about the house all evening, trying to figure out why their friend Llew hasn't come home yet, why he wasn't around last night to snuggle them and spoil them rotten. I can forgive him most everything and understand why he's done what he felt he had to do, but this is unbearable, to see my babies bewildered and lost without their friend and co-conspirator.

And I'm just vindictive enough to wonder if Llew even misses the dogs at all, or if he has given them as much consideration as he gave me in the end. And I also wonder if Melanie will give him the same consideration as he gave the pups, the same she's always given him. That would be unsurprising and quite bloody typical.
tinhuvielartanis: (Spork)
Ayup. I took these pics over the past coupla days. This is one of the many reasons why I amble through my home life with a big slap-happy grin on my face.

Chester and Riley and Motley, oh my! )

Someday in the near future, I may have more cuteness to share. It's pretty much an inevitability, considering I live with dozens of adorable creatures.
tinhuvielartanis: (Riley)
We have an appointment with Dr. Patch to talk to him about Riley. Riley has suddenly become very aggressive and doesn't seem to want to move. He's even growled at me when I attempted to move him on the couch or persuade him to go out to the bathroom. I've gone over his entire body to see if he may be in pain, but I haven't been able to find a thing. If anyone can figure out what's going on with Riley, it would be Dr. Patch.

We're also taking Sheba along so Michelle can express her glands. The poor dog has gland issues and begins to lick herself enthusiastically when it's time to be expressed. Aunt Tudi adores Sheba, but I find the pup plain unpleasant. This doesn't mean I won't shower her with all sorts of crazy-mad love, but I must admit that Sheba just isn't my favourite.

When we go to the vet's office we're taking a large deli sammich tray for Dr. Patch and his intrepid posse. I always try to do something nice for those folks because they're good to me and my beasties all year long.

I'm heading back to bed for 2 or 3 more hours.
tinhuvielartanis: (Farce)
I've so far done the overview and the first four songs. Don't know why I'm finding this so difficult to do. My aim is to have it finished up and emailed to B by tomorrow. I also need to ask him for lyrics to the albums so I can work on the Music portion of the site.

Currently, I'm so tired I can barely hold my eyes open. Last night was a bad one. There wasn't a full hour I was allowed to sleep all night, thanks to Riley and Chester. They snapped back and forth all night long and it's starting to grate on my last damned nerve. Chester has always been an asshole but, now, Riley is showing signs of aggression and being territorial. It's the terrier coming out in him, I'm sure. Since Chester is all terrier, the situation is far from ideal. I've decided that I'm not fond of any kind of terrier and won't have another one.....ever. Give me beagles or give me death!
tinhuvielartanis: (Smidgen)
World, meet Motley!

new stubby-butt family member )

All in all, it's been a pretty decent introduction for Motley. Of course, she's still in her pen for the most part and has her personal play time in the isolation of the bathroom. By Tuesday, though, I'm thinking she can roam about the house and learn where she fits in. I've already asked Aunt Tudi to be patient with Smidgen and Shmoop because it's inevitable that they will give Motley a few smacks here and there. That's cat society and they'll have to work it out in their own feline way. We can't interfere without doing more harm than good.

Riley is already excited about having a new kitten to play uncle to. He's such a big softie, that dog.

I'm satisfied with our progress so far. ::nods:: Motley has gone from being a mostly feral kitten who ran every time she saw us to a mostly tame baby who runs up to my hand and begins purring the minute the opportunity arises. She's already beginning to learn her name, too. I can say "Motley" and she'll meow back and rub along the pen. Right now, she's just marking territory but I've found her doing the "you're family" head butt as well. Very good!
tinhuvielartanis: (Riley)
I caught some photos of Riley last night as he did impersonations of Sadako from Ringu and Regan from The Exorcist.

Riley as Sadako )
Riley as Regan )

I got up early today and wrote out some bills. Then Aunt Tudi and I went to Wal-Mart. We got there around 1 PM and left at 3:15. That was my activity for the day. That's bloody enough.

Now I'm wrapped up on the couch watching Queen of the Damned on Sci-Fi. Stuart Townsend makes for a beautiful Lestat. He's going to be Kolchak in the remake of "The Night Stalker." Let's see....Chris Carter and Frank Spotnitz are remaking "The Night Stalker" and it stars Stuart Townsend. Can we say "Tin is soooo there, boys and girls?" I thought we could, yes.

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