Monday, July 31, 2006

Lance Bass is Gay

I just have to put this question to the Universe:

How is it that the only boy band member that I like turn out to be gay?

Granted, boy bands may be skewed that way anyways, but it just seems too usual for the guy I'm attracted to to be gay. *sigh*

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Bad Dog Owner

I was walking on Alki beach Thursday night around 11 when a dog ran up next to me and continued running down the beach. Dogs aren't supposed to be on park beaches, and definitely aren't supposed to be off leash, but I unfortunately see a lot of this on Alki. I continue walking and the dog eventually comes up to me again, giving me a little but on my flank before taking up a crouched position next to me from which she started barking and growling at me.

I'm not a real dog person. I prefer cats, so I know how to handle cats better than I do dogs. But any carnivore with sharp teeth and a sturdy jaw gets my attention when doing what this dog was doing. I suspected that a greyhound was unlikely to actually attack me, but I really didn't think I should put it to the test. So, I found myself yelling, "Get your dog off of me, NOW!" randomly into the night air.

A figure started from the sidewalk towards us, whistling for the dog who utterly ignored him. The owner began to talk to me about this "bad habit" of hers and how she only wanted to play and how he was sure that didn't really do much for me. I'm not sure what if anything I said to this. Actually, I did say that she shouldn't even be on the beach as I watched him chase her up and then back down the beach. Being chased was apparently enough fun for her that she didn't stop to bother with me again as she ran by.

Later on my walk, as I got to the spot where I turn and head towards my apartment, I spot the little tuxedo cat who lives on my block sitting, meatloaf-style, on the seawall. I go over and sit down, the cat stretches, comes over, rubs against me, and let's me scritch him/her (we're not that close). I tell the cat about my dog encounter. After enough rubbing and scritching, the cat heads over towards the picnic shelter. I watch and then spot the guy and his dog coming down the sidewalk up above. They're almost passed when the dog sees the cat. The dog stops walking but the owner continues. When he realizes the dog has stopped, he comes back to see what the dog is looking at. He asks me if it is my cat. I regret at this point not saying, "Yes, and she hates dogs." since the man and dog walk down and stop about 5 feet in front of the dumpster the cat is now under while he tells me how good she is with cats but she gets excited when meeting them. I get up and walk away, confident that the cat can take care of him/herself. A confidence I definitely don't feel for the dog owner.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Vacation and other departures

My life hasn't been the same for the past 7 or so weeks. First it was getting ready to go on vacation, then it was being on vacation. While on vacation, I got sick. After 3 weeks, I started antibodics. I got better, it got hotter. Too hot for me.

Now, it's cool again (I wore jeans all day for the first time in weeks) and I'm feeling healthy so things are getting back to "normal". But now it feels like I can't go back to the way things were. The restaurant fan is on too much (Coyote's is now open for breakfast on the weekends. Joy.) and so I really have to move to have enough quiet and good sleep. And with moving comes a reimagining of my life and what I want to have for my home as well as my life.

Everything is changing, and I guess that's a good if somewhat scary prospect.

I'd expected July to be this great month, and while it has had some high points (like seeing Bill Maher with Justin last week), it's not been all I'd hoped. A coworker keeps saying that she needs to keep reminding herself that Mercury is in retrograde. I don't know what this means but I assume it is why the situation in the Middle East is flaring up and why everything seems to not be going as planned. And it is easy when things don't go as planned if you weren't particularly expecting them to. (like not blogging for 49 days)