Argh. That is all.

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Which she then ate.

Completely.

She. Ate. The. Whole. Thing.

*burp*

Cue Freddie Mercury!

She keeps [...]]]> On the occasion of returning home last night to find our cat Katya, AKA Ekaterina Velikaya, AKA Empress of All The Russias, sitting on the basement stairs next to a headless mouse corpse…

Which she then ate.

Completely.

She. Ate. The. Whole. Thing.

*burp*

Cue Freddie Mercury!

She keeps Moet et Chandon
In a pretty cabinet
‘Let them eat cake’ she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can’t decline

Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMz-wi50ACU

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In the past several days I’ve had some reaction to my No Cuts or No Vote statement. In one conversation I replied as follows, and since it applies today as well as it did three days ago, I’ll say it again:

I’m sure that all of [...]]]>

Vamping will continue until posting improves.

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In the past several days I’ve had some reaction to my No Cuts or No Vote statement. In one conversation I replied as follows, and since it applies today as well as it did three days ago, I’ll say it again:

I’m sure that all of you must be right — being as politically astute as you all are — but you know what? Goodnatured, naive old Auntie Tild is sticking with her horribly unwise, ill-considered and dangerous “protest vote” decision anyway. I figure what difference does it make if, win or lose we get a President not just willing but eager to sacrifice the American people on the altar of batshit insane conservative economic “principles”? Cutting SS or Medicare or Medicaid is the wrong thing to do, and personally it feels good to take a stand against that lunacy, no matter who’s spewing it. Am I giving comfort and encouragement to wingnuts? Probably. Make that certainly. Oh golly I dunno, I’ll just have to try to live with myself somehow.

Also, too:

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Elsewhere, Spot asked me to resurrect an animated gif I made for him a couple years ago, and I was happy to oblige:

It Sucks To Be John Boehner

Animated gifs may come & go, but shifty-eyed weasels are forever.

Sticking with the Minnesotistan quadrant of the blogosphere, here’s the latest Tildified graphic for Bluestem Prairie:

[Click here for the fullsize version] MNGOP’s class warfare for dummies: Waseca voter tells Mike Parry he’s wrong about Dayton

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Finally, seen at Corrente yesterday — a great quote, ALWAYS worth remembering:

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did, and it never will. Find out just what people will submit to, and you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them; and these will continue until they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress. ~ Frederick Douglass

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And another finally, just because I love The IT Crowd, and because I needed the laugh so much, (be sure to watch the clip!) here’s instructions for making a paper version of — The Internet!

Papercraft The Internet from The IT Crowd

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Just because I’m in a bit of a post-apocalyptic Steely Dan frame of mind today…

Hello one and all Was it you I used to know Can’t you hear me call On this old ham radio All I got to say I’m alive and feeling fine If you come [...]]]>

Vamp Vamp Baby

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Just because I’m in a bit of a post-apocalyptic Steely Dan frame of mind today…

Hello one and all
Was it you I used to know
Can’t you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I’m alive and feeling fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
CHORUS:
No marigolds in the promised land
There’s a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any man left on the Rio Grande
Is the king of the world
As far as I know

I don’t want your bread
I don’t need your helping hand
I can’t be no savage
I can’t be no highwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day
Driving in my car
Through the ruins of Santa Fe

CHORUS

I’m reading last year’s papers
Although I don’t know why
Assassins cons and rapers
Might as well die

If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
There’s no need to hide
Taking things the easy way
If I stay inside
I might live til Saturday

CHORUS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSVjwbiXRvI

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Seen on The Twitter:

If Celebrity Tweets Were Honest

My New Public Radio Name – Lanying Joshi-Robinson. What’s yours? Public Radio [...]]]>

We’re just vamping for time here, until all the great new posts Tild promised to write actually show up. Let’s see, what have we got today?…

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Seen on The Twitter:

Michele Bachmann’s Story of America

If Celebrity Tweets Were Honest

My New Public Radio Name – Lanying Joshi-Robinson. What’s yours? Public Radio Name Generator

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the intertubes:

At The Awl, a mini-compendium of posts for your long holiday weekend reading pleasure: Some Parting Gifts Before You Leave

From BoingBoing, a great link for all you Russophiles: Transhumanism and heretical Russian Orthodox Christianity

And a new site I wholeheartedly endorse: Move To Amend: coalition to abolish corporate personhood

Corey Doctorow on Print-on-demand and donations — report on DIY publishing business models

And finally, back to Twenty-Two Words for your daily quota of cute: A toddler and his dogs dressed up as superheroes Aww!

That’s it for today, kids. Let’s be careful out there.

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OK, let’s start out with my new favorite game! As some of you know, yer kindly old Auntie Tild hates telephones of every kind and can [...]]]>

We’re just vamping for time here, until all the great new posts Tild promised to write actually show up. Let’s see, what have we got today?…

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OK, let’s start out with my new favorite game! As some of you know, yer kindly old Auntie Tild hates telephones of every kind and can only tolerate having a very basic, no-frills cell phone in case of emergencies, so had therefore never heard of Angry Birds until a month ago when the Google Chrome version came out. Kinda fun, and quite addictive. Die, stupid green pigs! Die! Die! Diiiiiieee!
Angry Birds Chrome

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Next, Mr. Tild’s gonna love this one: Amazing trains that never were

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And, in case your blood pressure hasn’t spiked high enough today: Apple, Google, Microsoft Sitting On 58 Billion in Overseas Profits, Blackmailing Us to Avoid Taxes

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A NN11 panel I missed; worth a look… Talking about science at Netroots Nation: Fact versus fear

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And finally: Mean people hurt psycho scumbag’s fee-fees!

Bradlee Dean feels bad because people made fun of the track suit he wore to give an alleged “prayer” in the MN House chamber recently.
Sally Jo at Bluestem Prairie wisely decided to pass on my animated gif version, but I kinda like it.

More to come ~

Patience, my droogies. Yes, there will be new posts here at Tildology someday, I promise. Delightful posts. Wonderful posts. Insightful, poignant and beautifully written posts, occasionally including a new homemade funny picture, or at least what passes for funny in my strange little corner of the universe. Or perhaps an update on my [...]]]>

Patience, my droogies. Yes, there will be new posts here at Tildology someday, I promise. Delightful posts. Wonderful posts. Insightful, poignant and beautifully written posts, occasionally including a new homemade funny picture, or at least what passes for funny in my strange little corner of the universe. Or perhaps an update on my ongoing effort to trace my father’s birth family. Maybe some Spong essays, or maybe more recipes for kale chips. Impetuous! Homeric! And most of all: eclectic! As always.

As we wait for all those fabulous posts to show up we’re just vamping for time here, trying to keep the place looking lived in. So, with the accompaniment of Theda Bara here vamping in her own inimitable style, I’ll vamp my way — by offering a thoughtful assortment of links ‘n’ pics ‘n’ assorted doodads. Then while you’re all enjoying those things, I’ll be off doing all the stuff that currently needs doing at Chez Tild, including painting the garage doors, tearing out the perennial garden, sealcoating the driveway and de-wallpapering 3 bedrooms. …In addition to my usual 48-hour workweek at my place of employment.

Yes, liberals work, Mr. or Ms. Reich Wing Doing A Little Slumming To See What Those Awful Libtards Are Up To. Work harder than you do, especially if you’re in one of those bullshit financial sector pretend positions instead of having a real job. Correction: actually you’re probably also being asked by your corporate overlords to “work” harder & longer in your bullshit financial sector “job” these days; it’s just that you’re (still) being overpaid for it. Oh, the little extra you get is nothing, really; mere crumbs absentmindedly flicked off the table by your corporate lords & masters, but make no mistake: that bullshit financial sector job is still grotesquely overvalued compared to the level of compensation for the majority of working Americans.

What’s more, there’s a good chance that I pay a higher percentage of my income in taxes than you do, Mr/Ms Visiting RWNJ, but you know what? I pay my taxes gladly, because I know that taxes pay for many essential things that we Americans do for each other and for our country. What’s that? You don’t think you should have to pay your fair share? Then why don’t you leave? Just get out of this country you lazy, anti-American POS. I mean it. Go Galt all you want. Nobody will miss you. Get out!

Think I’m mistaken? Think I’m misinformed? Then go read this, you miserable tool.

Meanwhile, all the rest of you delightful folks relax and hang out a while. I’ll be back to check on you in a couple of weeks. Carry on.

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We got Katya from an animal rescue shelter in Prior Lake back in mid April.  At the time, she [...]]]> At last!  After I don’t remember how many failed attempts, I finally took a picture of my cat that turned out to be in focus and reasonably well-lit.   ”A Clear, Well-Lighted Cat” as Hemingway might say.

We got Katya from an animal rescue shelter in Prior Lake back in mid April.  At the time, she was a tiny skinny little thing that the vet estimated to be about 5 months old.  A stray, found somewhere in St Paul by a shelter volunteer described to us as “The Really Gay Guy”  (And what on earth does being not just gay, but “really” gay entail? she wondered. )

But anyway.  In April it had been nearly four years since our beloved Venerable Pup died, and we were starting to pine for a pet of some sort in the house again.   Since our current schedules don’t really allow us enough time to devote to a dog properly — not enough time for all the walks a dog deserves —  we decided to look for a cat.   The problem would be finding a cat that wouldn’t aggravate Mr. Tild’s allergies.

Then we heard about supposedly “hypoallergenic” breeds such as Ragdolls and Cornish Rexes and Russian Blues, and the thought of having a Russian Blue cat appealed to me, ol’ commie symp that I am (as evidenced here, here and here.)  So we started searching online for a Russian Blue cat to adopt, and that lead us to the shelter in Prior Lake and Katya.

Who of course wasn’t named Katya at the time. The shelter folks dubbed her “Smokie, a Russian Blue mix” in the Petfinders ad, and a mix is most likely what she is.  Odds are pretty slim that she could be a purebred, but whatever kind of a mix she is, she certainly looks entirely like a Russian Blue. She’s got virtually all of the distinctive Russian Blue indicators,  altho she also resembles a Korat in a couple of ways (fur and eyes.)  But she definitely does NOT have the Korat profile, i.e. doesn’t have the Korat’s lion-esque nose.)

Therefore without further ado I present:

Her Imperial Majesty Ekaterina Velikaya, Empress of All the Russias

(or at least Empress of All the Russian Blue Kittehs)

Yes, after the Empress, not the battleship.   And no horse jokes, please.

Also known as Katya.

Also known as Katyusha.

After the song, not the rocket launcher.

Hmm.  That intent stare of hers is so typical, and it somehow reminds me of something…  But what?

Oh yeah.  Now I remember.

There.  Fixed it.

Also.

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Pictured:  the last of the 16 dozen krumkakke I made last week.

Grandma Dallelie’s Krumkakke Recipe

6 eggs, room temperature 1 C. sugar 1 C. melted butter 1 tsp. whipping cream 1 C. flour 1 tsp. (rounded) ground cardamom