Reuben & Rutger
Sep. 5th, 2011 01:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Every time it rains, really rains, the plumbing goes out and the toilet stops flushing – something to do with hydrostatic pressure I suppose, well and septic tank pipes filling up with ground water. From time to time I hear this ominous, Glug, glug, glug coming from the drains like Pennyworth the Clown communicating with Cthulu in Morse code. I have some specialty orders to write– descriptions of Turkish villages on the Turquoise Coast plus two scare pieces on the dangers of plagiocephaly, or flat-headedness in children, apparently a worldwide epidemic. Plus the house is a mess – I need to clean the kitchen, vacuum.
The date was… interesting. That’s all I’m going to commit myself to. I’ll go on one more date and see if it is similarly… interesting. Guy is pretty cool but likes pushing my buttons as a way of showing affection – kind of like we’re still in 5th grade. Plus I’m way prettier than he is. Looks are not important so far as I’m concerned, and never have been: The only thing I’m looking for in a potential romantic partner/fuck buddy is whether or not he or she gets my obscure movie and literary references. But this guy is self-conscious about his weight issues. You can only tell someone once that John Goodman is on your list of the Ten Sexiest Men, y’know?
Reuben’s barbecue was similarly… interesting: I was the only female, English speaker and, indeed, guest; a great deal of meat was served, very tasty meat, but at the best of times, I’m not much of a meat eater – when I’m not cooking for RTT I mostly subsist on salads, grilled cheese sandwiches and Greek yogurt. Reuben pressed huge amounts of meat on me to take home, which the Petsers enjoyed.
Behold, meat and Reuben through a scratched iPhone camera lens – one more thing to get repaired because I can’t take care of my own stuff, sigh.
The big news, I suppose, is the menagerie addition: Ben worked with a guy called Dave at the movie theater; Dave was diagnosed with a brain tumor about six months ago. Dave’s personal history moved me for various reasons: Once owned the Elmira Drive-in Movie Theater, sold it for cash 20 years ago, took all the cash and put it into a safety deposit box, became increasingly forgetful as rapidly progressing glioma turned frontal lobes to Swiss Cheese so that now cannot remember name of the bank where $60,000 in 1990 is parked. Has no family; had the big terminal seizure last week. Dave had a cat…
Dave called him “Maxx” which for obvious reasons won’t work.
I named him “Rutger” – he has kind of buff-colored fur and kind of a Flemish look to him. I’m not sure Dave liked the cat particularly. Rutger has that kind of miserable, aggressive behavior of a cat that’s deeply timid, deeply confused but innately kind of affectionate except no one has ever really petted him much. He was described to me as a neutered male but his boy parts look to be intact so Rutger has a date with the ASPCA spay team on 9/13.
So far Rutger just hangs out in the bathroom and hisses. The other pets ignore him.
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Date: 2011-09-05 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-06 02:54 am (UTC)"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."
Sorry - couldn't help myself. Its movie quote turrets.
Anyway - so Rutger Hauer and Klaus Kinski are in a room together trading Werner Herzog buggery stories, when someone pounds on the door, yelling through the keyhole to open the fucking door, people need to use the john. The two of them scream obscenities at the locked door but all anyone hears on the other side is a bunch of hissing and spitting. So someone goes and gets Gil, the manager who's on his hands and knees in the office looking for the only piece of paper that has the bank name and box number where his dead partner stashed 60k in cash. There's been no sign of the post-it with the info on it since the wake ended up going off the rails the night before and the last Gil remembers he'd delicately peeled the note off the oily smooth ass of their tranny housekeeper who'd passed out draped over the Barcelona chair like human origami. After that, fucking nothing. And here he was on hands and knees again, but this time it was for some real money.
Like I said...turrets.
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Date: 2011-09-06 11:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-06 10:19 am (UTC)Rutger looks fierce! Hopefully he'll soon discover that he can trust you.
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Date: 2011-09-06 11:25 am (UTC)There's a plugin that you should have if you don't: It's called LucisArt. That's what I used. If you have a Mac, I can email it to you. It's based on the same logarithm that electron microscope slides are based on. Very interesting, and the ultraexpensive form of the plugin is not as good as the free one they discontinued making three years ago, of course.
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Date: 2011-09-06 11:43 am (UTC)mnemo dot syne at xs4all dot nl
Thank you so much!
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-06 12:12 pm (UTC)The one I have is a PPC, but the OS is 10.3 (my PS needs 10.5), and it doesn't have enough space to upgrade.
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:14 pm (UTC)Keep me appraised of yr upgrades. You'd love this plugin so if your future machine supports it, I will definitely figure out a way to get it to you.
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:23 pm (UTC)