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Dread Beastie cat is currently at the vet, waiting to be injected with radioactive iodine to treat his hyperthyroidism. He might get to come home as soon as Friday afternoon. Of course, once he's home, we have to limit our contact with him to an hour a day for a bit, until he stops being quite so radioactive. Personally, I'm hoping he gets cool mutant powers from all this along with stopping the hyperthyroidism. C'mon, it would be neat! Of course, that frivolous hope doesn't really distract me from the fact that my kitty is at the vet, and may be for the next few days. I'm trying not to think about it too much, otherwise I start to get weepy. I just want Beastie *home* and *healthy*
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One of the managers on my team sent out the "Just an FYI to those of you who share an office or sit in the "cave" – there are a couple of people with allergies who are very sensitive to cologne, perfume, etc. If you could keep this in mind, your coworkers would greatly appreciate it. Let me know if you have any questions.." email. I feel kind of guilty, because I'm pretty sure I've been just this side of too lavish with my morning applications of Angel and Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab goodies. I haven't had to worry about it before because I had my own office.
So! In an effort to distract myself, I present
Stripey Victorian CorpGoth
And the usual makeup of powder, liquid liner, mascara, and Vamp lipstick.
My holiday cheer can make itself known any time now. No, really. Any time now.
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One of the managers on my team sent out the "Just an FYI to those of you who share an office or sit in the "cave" – there are a couple of people with allergies who are very sensitive to cologne, perfume, etc. If you could keep this in mind, your coworkers would greatly appreciate it. Let me know if you have any questions.." email. I feel kind of guilty, because I'm pretty sure I've been just this side of too lavish with my morning applications of Angel and Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab goodies. I haven't had to worry about it before because I had my own office.
So! In an effort to distract myself, I present
Stripey Victorian CorpGoth
- Black pointy-toe lace-up Fluevog witchy boots
- Black tights
- B & W striped mermaid skirt: it's a straight skirt to the knees, and then flares out into a ten-gore full skirt from the knees to the ankles
- White frilly high-collar blouse w/ attached lacy jabot pinned w/ an antique bat brooch
- Black high-collared jacket w/ batwing point hem
- The usual top hat, with my hair in two pigtails at the nape of my neck
And the usual makeup of powder, liquid liner, mascara, and Vamp lipstick.
My holiday cheer can make itself known any time now. No, really. Any time now.
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And as for Stripey Victorian CorpGoth, waaah. You're too far away to wander over for an in-person assessment (what with there being no on-demand shuttles anymore...).
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"It's usually more stress for the owner than the cat."
He's getting a second meal today. And low level piped music. And doesn't have to put up with any other cats.
He might actually be enjoying it.
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BTW, as someone who is deathly allergic to most perfumes and colognes, may I offer a pretty shiny thank-you from my own past, when a co-worker came after having apparently put on Georgio (it actually kills poinsettas) with a garden hose, stared at my swollen face and inability to breathe, and remarked "Oh, come off it. NO ONE is allergic to PERFUME."
Ummmmmmmmmmm.......
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I don't know you, but I tend to not wear perfume in public very often because I know people like you exist, and I don't want to make their lives miserable (or add to existing misery).
No shit, Georgia kills poinsettas?? I'll have to try that...
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I went to Nordstrom (I live in San Francisco) to get a bottle of Paco Rabanne's "Calandre" for a friend who wanted it as a prezzie. Nordstrom's entire first floor was decked out in poinsettas. You know how they do it: every counter ringed in potted plants, all festive and scarlet. Only bare counter was Georgio.
I called a salesgirl over, explained what I needed, explained about killer allergies. She was angelic - went and got me what I needed took my money, wrapped it up, all twenty feet away from the Georgio counter.
As I was about to leave, I made a comment about how toxic Georgio was; tests on it had shown that something like four out of six living things - not just people, mind you, but animals and plants - reacted strongly and negatively to Georgio. She got this very strange look in her eye and said, "huh. I wonder if that's what killed the poinsettas?"
Seemed they'd stayed late the previous night, decking the halls, so to speak. When they opened the next morning, all the poinsettas around the Georgio display were dead.
Overnight.
The damned things are poisonous. You basically need a flamethrower to do any damage.
Or Georgio.
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Optic Blasts would be bad, Mind control would be bad too, opposable thumbs are another no no, teleportation is not a good idea. Is this the dumb Beastie? It could raise her intellegence to normal.
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