HBO's Rome (and mini varmit report_
Sep. 7th, 2005 05:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tenayaIf you like Roman history, you should be watching the HBO series Rome. I tried watching that other show a few month ago, but I couldn't get into it. This one on the other hand, is very watchable. Sex, politics, sex, memorable characters, sex, brutality, sex, a attempt at a refreshing representation of an alien culture's values and religion (without a judgemental patina of our own culture,) and sex. I should also recommend all the Roman stuff that the History Channel is playing this week, too. It's all good stuff.
ETA: Oprah's show on New Orleans on Tuesday was quite powerful. She's got part two showing on Wednesday.
And I should also just say in passing that Cutiepie and her sixpack were by multiple times tonight. They seem less stressed. A couple of her kids were playing with the little retarded skunk. They didn't hurt him, they just fondled his tail and gave him a good sniffing. The little skunk just stood there mild mannered and calm, then wandered off.
And Brindle continues to restrain himself and be on extra good behavior. Reg went to the vet's to get his titer checked as he has been losing weight and not wanting to eat. It seems likely that he just has a toothache (which is our first guess but as we don't want to go through the feeding tube thing again, we are quick to monitor him for a fungal relapse.) We asked if he could have his remaining three molars pulled and the vet was disapproving. "He needs his teeth to eat." Huh. Spotty and Scooter ended up with no teeth and were the happier for it. Reg is 18 pounds and 13 years old with FIV. I'm failing to feel secure about a cat in his condition undergoing anesthesia on a yearly basis for dental care when all he has left is three molars that are constantly inflamed due to his FIV. Well, he also has his fangs, but they don't seem to give him trouble like those three molars. Assuming he still has those molars; everytime we take a cat in, it seems like the tooth fairy has made off with a few more teeth. Cats are strange that way. Such stoic little souls.
ETA: Oprah's show on New Orleans on Tuesday was quite powerful. She's got part two showing on Wednesday.
And I should also just say in passing that Cutiepie and her sixpack were by multiple times tonight. They seem less stressed. A couple of her kids were playing with the little retarded skunk. They didn't hurt him, they just fondled his tail and gave him a good sniffing. The little skunk just stood there mild mannered and calm, then wandered off.
And Brindle continues to restrain himself and be on extra good behavior. Reg went to the vet's to get his titer checked as he has been losing weight and not wanting to eat. It seems likely that he just has a toothache (which is our first guess but as we don't want to go through the feeding tube thing again, we are quick to monitor him for a fungal relapse.) We asked if he could have his remaining three molars pulled and the vet was disapproving. "He needs his teeth to eat." Huh. Spotty and Scooter ended up with no teeth and were the happier for it. Reg is 18 pounds and 13 years old with FIV. I'm failing to feel secure about a cat in his condition undergoing anesthesia on a yearly basis for dental care when all he has left is three molars that are constantly inflamed due to his FIV. Well, he also has his fangs, but they don't seem to give him trouble like those three molars. Assuming he still has those molars; everytime we take a cat in, it seems like the tooth fairy has made off with a few more teeth. Cats are strange that way. Such stoic little souls.
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Date: 2005-09-07 06:18 pm (UTC)DO tell about the 'retarded skunk'. This I gotta hear ;-)
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Date: 2005-09-08 06:07 pm (UTC)Look at top row, far right. Second row, far left. This is the retarded skunk as he is currently. Physically, he doesn't change much. He's thin. He lives between a bush and the garage and totters around looking for food. He tends not to see food unless it's in a big pile. He's slow to sense danger (according to normal skunks, that's me) and will look up, take a few seconds to think about it, then just turn and wander off (normal skunks stomp and chirp at me, then turn tail and flee with haste. They are the epitome of a drama queen.)
If you go to bottom row, far right, and the then click on the 2nd page, top row, far left, you can see this guy as a baby. He's the only one that has that distinctive backwards "c" on his left flank. Here, you can see he's fluffy and healthy. Something happened to him. I've not seen him limp so if it was an accident, it was a head injury. Otherwise it was an illness that left him quite impaired.
A week or two ago, I did see him playing with another skunk for about twenty minutes. They were playing "I'll jump on your back and push you over and then we can wrestle and roll around and then do it all again."
At least he can be happy and get easy food.
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Date: 2005-09-08 07:10 pm (UTC)We figure that when Snicky was a kitten, she must have had a throat injury - either a male tried to kill her, or a human, or something grabbed her by the throat, because she can't meow. It comes out like the AFLAC duck - mehhh! mehhh! We think her voice box was crushed or something. I call her "mehhh-mehhh" sometimes. That is, when I'm not calling her Funkybutt, or Silly Pussy ;-)