I made the crucial decision today to put Kenji to sleep. His chronic pain has been eating away at the both of us since January when he started exhibiting signs of stomatitis. He was diagnosed about a month or two later. 

I got him at a local shelter about two years ago, a couple months after I moved into my own apartment.  He's been my only constant companion here since, and it hurts so much to see him go.  I've gone through terrible bouts of guilt that somehow I wasn't doing enough for him, despite the fact that I've spent over a thousand dollars on vet bills since January.  I've also been struggling with the fact that making this decision would mean that I was being selfish.  I know now that I've done much more than most people would do in the face of this disease, and on the off chance that a foster family would be willing to take him in and provide all the money that he needs for veterinary bills, it still doesn't mean that he'd be cured and happy.

This past month or so has been especially terrible in some ways, because he started getting belligerent about taking any of his medication.  I eventually had to start crushing them up, adding the powder to some water, and giving them to him via syringe in the mouth.  And even that's not been working very well lately.  Whenever I approach him, it always looks like he's afraid I'll give him his medicine.  And sadly, those moments are about the only times he'll ever let me give him any physical contact, and that's just because it's by force.  Oftentimes when I do try to pet him, he'll make this awful gagging motion and get away from me.  I started thinking he was beginning to give up about a month ago; now I think I was right.

I'll have the Chibi around to keep me company when he's gone, but he'll always be my baby.  I loved him even when he was a rotten little kitten (and boy was he ever).  I'm gonna miss you so much!

~ With much love to Kenji "The Crouton" Angelotti

Holy crap, my sister Amanda is gonna be on CNBC on "Big Idea" within the next 45 minutes. I could only imagine the terror I'd be experiencing right now if I were in her shoes.

EDIT: Forget about it being nerve-wracking for her; she was probably handling it better than I was.

Well, I knew that if I was going to actually make a post, it would have to be a doozy. I still can't fucking believe that last night just happened. I just met Quentin Tarantino and I have pictures!

Got tickets for the Alamo Drafthouse on South Lamar to see Snakes on a Plane with Ryan and the gang. Madness ensued....

( Onto the pictures/craziness. )

Wow, was that long enough for ya? I still can't believe it....

Vote Colbert!

http://www.m0hid.gov.hu/szavaz

That is all.

Everything above the cut is SPOILER FREE!

In response to the last post:

The polls are in! Although in HBP one of the theories that’s up in the air got some MAJOR credence in the third chapter. All I’m saying now is it certainly LOOKS like I’m right about it.

Finished HBP last night, and I have some new theories. I just scribbled them onto a stray coupon I had laying around when I was at the end of the book just to get them down on paper. All in all, I really enjoyed the book. My only real qualm with it was that I’d had half of it figured out before I’d gotten to the climax. I wish I could go back to the days pre-Order of the Phoenix where I could just read through the books at my leisure and not try to figure out every little thing. It backfired a lot this time though. There was one point where I stopped reading to (literally) dust off my copy of OotP to quickly look something up to confirm my suspicion. When I had confirmed it, I went back to HBP only to find out that it gave the answer that I’d just found on the top of the very next page. Stuff like this happened loads of times.

( Onto the SPOILERS for Book 6. You have been warned! )

Just getting a few thoughts down off of a piece of paper that I scribbled on while re-reading some of the Harry Potter books in preparation for tonight’s release. I’m putting my ideas and half-assed theories online for all posterior-ity. Just in case one of them is actually right, I’ll have the evidence to prove that I was right. But then again, I’d be surprised if any of these were right, because some of ‘em are really ridiculous. Please take everything with a grain of salt! Potential SPOILER warning! I’m flattering myself by typing that....

( Well, you asked for it.... )

Okay, so the ‘Dear Friends’ concert was held at Fort Worth this past Friday (7/1/05), and some of my dork friends (Lee, Chuck, and Nick) and I drove up (too early) Friday morning. I suspect it was Lee who wanted to get in Fort Worth early to look “around town,” even though I’d already told him that there’s nothing to do in Fort Worth. I attempted to sleep in the back seat, listening to some episodes of RajiPuri that I’d burned onto a CD. It didn’t really work, because I’d periodically laugh, at which point the guys would persistently ask, “What are you listening to?” You’d figure I’d have to answer that question only once, but no~. We ended up arriving in Fort Worth at about 12 (it took three hours), and we had plenty of time to spare before the 8 o’clock concert. Lee had assured me the night before that I would be able to wash my hair at Johnny’s parent’s place before the concert or I’d “kick his ass.” We get to Fort Worth, get Johnny on the phone (he was on his lunch break), and they all decide that we can’t go to Johnny’s house before the concert to get ready. Bastards. You see, sometimes they forget that I’m a girl, and that I care about things like my hair being nice for a special occasion. No sort of anatomical evidence to the contrary would dissuade them.

( The rest of the story.... )