the word in language is half someone else's

You know what's really fun?

...yeah, me either, but I can tell you what's not fun! What's not fun is finding out that Smaller Cat has been gnawing on your laptop cord - not hard, but enough that it no longer, you know. CHARGES YOUR COMPUTER.

You know what's even more fun? Finding this out when you have 2% battery charge and a shitload of computer-based work to do in the next three days.

I got it fixed-ish, obviously*, by dint of doing what I always do - fiddle with it until it works again. Laptop is charging, and my door will henceforth be locked whenever I am out of the apartment. And - depending on how well the cord holds up in its fiddled-with state - I may cave in and buy a new power adapter from Apple, even though I was really hoping to use that money for something fun. Like maybe food.

Smaller Cat, you are officially warned. I'm letting you off this once, because you didn't actually cause any lasting damage, but if this happens again? I don't care about how cute you are, or about how you love thunderstorms as much as I do, or about how you jump straight up in the air to bite my toes. You will be fired.

Dear May, you were supposed to be better than April. Not on, May. Not on at all. You are also on notice.

In other news...on second thought, let's not talk about the other news. It's all pretty suck.

Instead, have a song! Which, no lie, I have been waiting for months to upload.

First of May, Jonathan Coulton Not especially worksafe, but very fun. Because the first of May is when the weather starts getting nice - and when the weather starts getting nice, we all know what happens next...

In conclusion, I like assfucking. Discuss.

*No, really: I am not the sort of person who would spend her last six minutes of battery power complaining about how, soon, she won't have ANY battery power. I am slightly smarter than that. Honestly.