Emo kitty and murderball

In the spare room there is a tatty old escritoire that I have stuffed full of old things I have no regular need for but want to keep nonetheless. Having lost the key many years ago, I just push the doors in the base shut, and they are old and stiff enough to stay that way. Sometimes when a very heavy train goes past, they spring open as the whole house shakes a little.

Three times in the last few weeks I had gone into that room to find the escritoire open and my old teddy bear (oh shush, as though anyone can throw away their Teddy!) on the floor. Three times I've picked it up and put it away, closing the door carefully. And thinking "Gosh, that must have been a very heavy train!"

Last night J revealed the truth of the matter. Monster kitten goes to the doors and bats at them until they spring open. She then reaches in and pulls Teddy out, drags him away from the escritoire and proceeds to lick and nibble and roll all over Teddy before settling down for a little cuddle.

I have moved my vintage Teddy out of harm's way, but the make-a-teddy that I have for obscure reasons has been put into its place to see if it's an acceptable alternative. Oh the sweetness of the emo kitty!

In sports news, Sebastien Vettel is on pole for the Italian Grand Prix after the freakiest qualifying session ever! Poor old Lewis and Kimi are back in 15th and 14th respectively, so I expect a symphony of passing. Massa starts from 6, and must be thanking his sundry patron saints (I feel certain he has several, he's that kind of lad).

And I am at wit's end trying to find when the wheelchair rugby will be on tonight, as it's Australia versus Great Britain in the sport aka murderball. Like regular rugby, the players come in two types: brick shithouse and slim, muscly Jonny Wilkinson types. The crashing, bashing, blocking, passing, high turnover, mostly controlled violence of the game is astonishing and I really want to see these teams go up against each other, particularly because I can support both!

In a very nice Paralympic moment, wheelchair athlete Kurt Fearnley has withdrawn his protest. Kurt was meant to start the 800m from lane 7, but the officials, who aren't crash hot I'm afraid, popped him in lane 2. The 800 is a very tactical race, and it matters a lot where you're positioned. Fearnley, who was favourite, came in second behind Team GB's David Weir (they are both regularly at the pointy end). The Australian team lodged a protest and it was upheld and the race was going to be rerun. However, Fearnley decided that Weir deserved the gold, and asked that his protest be disregarded.

See, THAT's the level of sportsmanship I miss in the Olympics.

And in fandom news, much as I hate to say this, I think I need to stop beta-ing if I plan to ever write again.

Emo kitty and murderball

In the spare room there is a tatty old escritoire that I have stuffed full of old things I have no regular need for but want to keep nonetheless. Having lost the key many years ago, I just push the doors in the base shut, and they are old and stiff enough to stay that way. Sometimes when a very heavy train goes past, they spring open as the whole house shakes a little.

Three times in the last few weeks I had gone into that room to find the escritoire open and my old teddy bear (oh shush, as though anyone can throw away their Teddy!) on the floor. Three times I've picked it up and put it away, closing the door carefully. And thinking "Gosh, that must have been a very heavy train!"

Last night J revealed the truth of the matter. Monster kitten goes to the doors and bats at them until they spring open. She then reaches in and pulls Teddy out, drags him away from the escritoire and proceeds to lick and nibble and roll all over Teddy before settling down for a little cuddle.

I have moved my vintage Teddy out of harm's way, but the make-a-teddy that I have for obscure reasons has been put into its place to see if it's an acceptable alternative. Oh the sweetness of the emo kitty!

In sports news, Sebastien Vettel is on pole for the Italian Grand Prix after the freakiest qualifying session ever! Poor old Lewis and Kimi are back in 15th and 14th respectively, so I expect a symphony of passing. Massa starts from 6, and must be thanking his sundry patron saints (I feel certain he has several, he's that kind of lad).

And I am at wit's end trying to find when the wheelchair rugby will be on tonight, as it's Australia versus Great Britain in the sport aka murderball. Like regular rugby, the players come in two types: brick shithouse and slim, muscly Jonny Wilkinson types. The crashing, bashing, blocking, passing, high turnover, mostly controlled violence of the game is astonishing and I really want to see these teams go up against each other, particularly because I can support both!

In a very nice Paralympic moment, wheelchair athlete Kurt Fearnley has withdrawn his protest. Kurt was meant to start the 800m from lane 7, but the officials, who aren't crash hot I'm afraid, popped him in lane 2. The 800 is a very tactical race, and it matters a lot where you're positioned. Fearnley, who was favourite, came in second behind Team GB's David Weir (they are both regularly at the pointy end). The Australian team lodged a protest and it was upheld and the race was going to be rerun. However, Fearnley decided that Weir deserved the gold, and asked that his protest be disregarded.

See, THAT's the level of sportsmanship I miss in the Olympics.

And in fandom news, much as I hate to say this, I think I need to stop beta-ing if I plan to ever write again.