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Perfect Teeth by Unrest is such a brilliant album. I just don't understand how anyone could fail to appreciate it.
On this long holiday weekend, Nimiel was lucky enough to go outside for a walk not once but three times. All three walks went fairly well, although she had a bit of a mishap on the first one: she pounced on a bee, which apparently stung her paw. She pulled back immediately with a dismayed mew and started furiously licking her paw. After hobbling over to the grass for more paw-licking, she then threw up - I'm still not sure whether that was in reaction to the sting or not. After a bit, she actually led the way back inside, apparently having decided she'd had enough. But she seemed to recover well enough, hasn't been favoring the paw, and hasn't thrown up since.
On the positive side, although she's still very skittish about other people, she had some close encounters with people passing by and didn't scamper off in a full panic. Apparently it's all a matter of whether she feels she's in a protected or hidden place or not; when she's out in the open, her instinct is to run for home, amusingly enough even if that means running right past the "threatening" person. I'm glad at least that she is cautious of strangers and that she does head back toward the apartment instead of some random direction. Some of the passersby have also remarked with some amazement to see her in the harness, and anyone who has stopped to make a comment has also mentioned what a pretty cat she is, which is nice.
Two weeks ago, on Sunday the 15th, I went to see Ivy, Robbers on High Street, and Astaire at The Crocodile Cafe, for my May concert. I feel bad that I've already forgotten about the other two bands; I know I liked them, and they were both straight-up alterna-pop, but I really just don't have anything else to say. Ivy however was just wonderful to see and hear. The three members (Dominique Durand, Adam Schlesinger, and Andy Chase on vocals, guitar and bass) were ably backed by another trio on guitar, keyboard and drums. They played a fairly even split between new songs from their latest album, In the Clear, and their earlier albums - they didn't play "The Best Thing" or "Blame It On Yourself" as I'd hoped, but they did play more old songs than I'd expected and everything sounded great. Also, Dominique is totally hot. :-) I've seen photos of her before, so I knew she was pretty, and she has a totally sexy French accent, but still there was something about seeing her in person that brought it all home.
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On this long holiday weekend, Nimiel was lucky enough to go outside for a walk not once but three times. All three walks went fairly well, although she had a bit of a mishap on the first one: she pounced on a bee, which apparently stung her paw. She pulled back immediately with a dismayed mew and started furiously licking her paw. After hobbling over to the grass for more paw-licking, she then threw up - I'm still not sure whether that was in reaction to the sting or not. After a bit, she actually led the way back inside, apparently having decided she'd had enough. But she seemed to recover well enough, hasn't been favoring the paw, and hasn't thrown up since.
On the positive side, although she's still very skittish about other people, she had some close encounters with people passing by and didn't scamper off in a full panic. Apparently it's all a matter of whether she feels she's in a protected or hidden place or not; when she's out in the open, her instinct is to run for home, amusingly enough even if that means running right past the "threatening" person. I'm glad at least that she is cautious of strangers and that she does head back toward the apartment instead of some random direction. Some of the passersby have also remarked with some amazement to see her in the harness, and anyone who has stopped to make a comment has also mentioned what a pretty cat she is, which is nice.
Two weeks ago, on Sunday the 15th, I went to see Ivy, Robbers on High Street, and Astaire at The Crocodile Cafe, for my May concert. I feel bad that I've already forgotten about the other two bands; I know I liked them, and they were both straight-up alterna-pop, but I really just don't have anything else to say. Ivy however was just wonderful to see and hear. The three members (Dominique Durand, Adam Schlesinger, and Andy Chase on vocals, guitar and bass) were ably backed by another trio on guitar, keyboard and drums. They played a fairly even split between new songs from their latest album, In the Clear, and their earlier albums - they didn't play "The Best Thing" or "Blame It On Yourself" as I'd hoped, but they did play more old songs than I'd expected and everything sounded great. Also, Dominique is totally hot. :-) I've seen photos of her before, so I knew she was pretty, and she has a totally sexy French accent, but still there was something about seeing her in person that brought it all home.
parkbenchzine wanted to see the full breakdown of my finances, so ( I'll hide them behind this link, for you number-phobic people... )
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