FINALLY got my PSP parts released to me. Hurf durf, it went down as more like a “oh, I’ve had this for awhile and forgot to mention it.” Yeah right, the old jerkface was holding my parts hostage over something that he had no business butting into aside from him enabling mother to be a drama queen.

But now I have my replacement PSP door hatch and an extra non-Pandora battery that’s charging right now, so YAY I have a functional PSP! Seriously, I’ve been wary of using my PSP for… um… a little over a year since my old battery door got cracked somehow (and I’d have to save compulsively in case the battery dislodged or the power cable loosened) so now I can finally go back through my small pile of half-finished PSP games and clear ‘em. Specifically, Star Ocean 1, Disgaea and Dissidia… oh, and there’s FFT, too.

Also speaking of Disgaea… Aaaaahahahahaha XD Kinda makes me glad I forgot to pre-order the PSP port of Disgaea 2 if this is the case. I’ll hold off on looting it until the first DLC item’s released. :P Too bad that NIS can’t patch PS2 stuff so they can, uh, go fix Ar Tonelico 2… >_>; *ahem*

In addition to my PSP battery+door, I also got a combo power/data cable so I can charge over USB as well as transfer stuff. I pretty much got it for the “charge over USB” part– I have the original “Phat” PSP model, which ordinarily can’t charge over USB (the “Slim” and other models after it can, directly through the USB mini-port) but this combo cable splits off into the mini-plug and the power plug. And it fits more securely than the official power plug, too. Take THAT, Sony! I love these USB chargers, they’re much more convenient than having to hunt down a power outlet. :D Next time I order stuff like this I’ll have to pick up a DS USB charger for brendala too– they’re only, like, $3, so…

And finally… I have the tiniest Bluetooth adapter EVER. Seriously, it’s, like… LITERALLY thumbnail-sized (more like THUMB-sized if you include the USB plug). What’s more laughable? It was only $5, which is… 25 cheaper than that Kensington Bluetooth adapter that I ordered last year (but mother commandeered to use with her cell phone because one of the dogs chewed up her data cable). I haven’t decided if Blastoise or Dinah will wear this tiny adapter but at least I know if I need more I can get ‘em for dirt cheap.

(All this crap is from DealExtreme. Sure I’ve mentioned it before.)

In other news, mother is now letting the two newbie cats (Chloe and Betty) wander the house freely during the day. So far they don’t seem interested in approaching Kestine or Daisy (though those two are also keeping themselves scarce for now) and are more interested in chasing and pouncing each other up and downstairs. It will be interesting to see what happens when all four cats eventually mingle. Perhaps someday I’ll get the full kittypile treatment. XD Or at least… dual-action petting via Kestine and Betty (since they are the attention-ho’s).

Anywho… time to resume coloring stuff, though I am sure to be interrupted by food. Wee~

Nothing better to do (aside from Ramen), so while I nom on Jack in the Box… time for a useless post about the cats that dwell in House Ayarane.

Kestine: Everyone calls him Yellow Kitty for some reason. He’s the oldest cat (2 years) and while he’s not particularly playful with other cats he will chase (and be chased by) Daisy sometimes. Since he is specifically mine, he tends to gravitate towards me if I’m within view– he’ll get in bed with me and curl up on a side pillow for awhile (or try to rub his face on the corners of Dinah’s monitor lid), or hop up on the side table when I’m on Blastoise and rub his face on things or try to yank ketchup packets out of my condiment bag, or, most adorably, lie in a loaf position on the upper edge of the couch, then hop down and curl up next to me while I watch TV. Kestine is not really big on toys, he much prefers to be petted and will tolerate being held for about a minute. He has a “search meow” that he’ll do if he’s looking for me. He also purrs easily and it is so powerful that you can hear it from across the room. Freaking Barry White-grade purr…

Daisy: The little diva queen. Very, VERY nosy! Even though Kestine is bigger, Daisy will give him crap anyway (usually kicking him off the cat towers) and swat at him if he comes sniffing her butt. :P She’s usually quiet until OMG FOOD, at which she’ll pace around and meow lots and lots until the food bowl is set. While she’ll tolerate attention from LOL BULLDOGS, she quickly finds herself overpowered by the evil wiggly puppies (who just want to sumo-tackle and sniff her). It’s hilarious to see Daisy fleeing from BabyGirl and doing her annoyed meow, as if to say “Ugh, go away!”

Chloe: NINJA CAT! Like Daisy, it seems that Chloe may be naturally small when she matures. She’s freaking hyper, dashing all over the place, tackling and jumping and swatting… She also has what I call a “query purr,” used to either get attention or solicit some kind of response from another cat or human. Evil wiggly puppies are spooky to her. Chloe likes to get on your shoulder or bat at hair if it’s long enough.

Betty: She’s a combination of Daisy and Kestine as far as personality goes. She has kind of a diva-like meow but she’s much more “love meeee~” and is very tolerant of being picked up and cuddled, more than even Kestine. If she’s familiar with you, she’ll actually go back and forth with you if you meow at her. It’s really cute. XD She has a “rolling purr” that sounds like rolling marbles in a sack. In other ways, she is somewhat reminiscent of brendala‘s cat… can’t put my finger on what, specifically.

Chloe’s original foster mom on said kitty’s life before mother got her.

This is why AP now has a video.layer-infinity.net subdomain. :P

LOL BULLDOGS: Mother NOW realizes the error in her ways. Partially. Putting aside that bulldog anatomy is so screwed up that Wilson can’t put it in (but he can certainly go through the motions!), mother is freaked out by the shenanigans of dogs in heat that as soon as BabyGirl (ugh, still don’t care for such a pretentious name) comes off her doggy period, she’s getting spayed.

…well, yay for that, but what about Wilson? Sadly I think my explanation of the risks of letting him stay as is became another “in one ear, out the other” thing. Wilson is actually the greater of two evils in this case. Unfixed males can learn to be quite destructive in their horniness, not to mention that the longer Wilson goes on this way, the more likely said behavior will stick even after he gets neutered. Yet mother seems to think spaying BabyGirl will make Wilson not be horny anymore. “IDK LOL” right?

Once more, facepalm, apply directly to the forehead.

Suddenly, Fourth Kitty: Parental stupidity does not end there! I’m brought in to meet the newbie… only for mother to freak out because she can’t find said newbie. After turning the master bedroom upside down, turns out the newbie managed to squeeze underneath one of the endtables with really short (and I mean REALLY short) legs and got stuck.

I suggested stuffing ‘em with pillows to block them off (else newbie could get stuck in there again), once more mother fails to grasp the logic. She’s also miffed about Chloe hissing at the fourth ktty. Dur hur hur. “She was playful at the shelter!” my foot, changing environments is akin to hitting the reset button on a computer. Did you seriously think they would instantly start playing? The only known exceptions to the standard rules of Kitty Integration is if you adopt siblings from the same litter, or if you adopt mother and baby together (and even THOSE have exceptions).

Mother was all “I know, I’ll buy more toys” and such. No. Stop. Please, I can’t take anymore of this failing to think and make sense. I told her (tactfully, of course, though it was becoming clear that I was losing patience with her tendency to laugh off her stupidity) that it probably isn’t a good idea and that we have LOTS of cat toys and things as is, so much that she’s tripping over them, and she snaps at me for “being negative” and “second-guessing her intentions.”

She’s still whining about not being able to sleep, so I leave so she can nap… and started writing this post, and 10 minutes later she emerges from the master bedroom all “buh I still can’t sleep.”

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*insert Charlie Brown-brand “AUGH” here*

I WISH I could just throw up my hands and walk away, I really do.
But, oh no, I’m accused of “sticking my head in the sand” and “being too serious.” When mother and Evil Stepfather go through the day being all “idk lol” about everything, it would be dangerous if I became anything like that (putting aside that it would be completely against my nature). Someone here has to keep a brain… even though my opinion doesn’t count for crap. After all, I am very rarely, if ever, given advanced notice or warning about ANYTHING and if I take the initiative, I’m shouted down for being nosy.
I could bang my head on the wall but that would set off the dogs and I’d get yelled at for that.

….ffff, Evil Stepfather’s camping the living room. I’m SO going to get the glare of death when the pizza guy gets here, because the sight of me offends Evil Stepfather’s sensibilities. Mother, why did you buy this man an MLB subscription for the Roku box when he has a sub for MLB.com on the laptop he never uses, and when you know that this is just inviting him to be more of a jerk when I come crossing through common areas?

…ohgod, PLEASE don’t let the bulldogs loose in there. This house screws over the human residents as is by making it a chore to navigate (in the name of puppy-proofing), it doesn’t need to get worse.

Rampant, RAMPANT stupidity! *throws stack of papers in air*

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Mom? MOM. It’s nice you got Chloe someone to play with. But you did it for the wrong reasons and it’s going to come back and bite you, as does everything else you do without thinking.

Do you know why Chloe is meowing at you and hanging around near the door and nibbling on you at night? She’s tired of being cooped up in that room all the time. Considering that you go to bed at 5 and don’t get up until, what, 5 or even 6pm (which in itself screws up a lot of other things but that’s another detail altogether), yeah. Of course she’s going to start pestering you.

Getting a fourth kitty is a bandaid fix. You know what’s going to happen… they’ll play with each other, alright, but then they’ll BOTH come after you. Or if not after you, they’ll be like Kestine and Daisy and ninja-fight on your bed. And who gets to listen to you whine and complain about “oh I can’t sleep the cats keep me up at night, I need sleep or my heart condition will get worse, waaaaah?” Yes, me, because I’m still the worst person in the world who can’t do anything right and I can’t get to the DMV because you need to sleep, Kelly is… I don’t know where the hell she is, and by the time Robert gets up, the DMV stops offering tests for the day, and now I’m even having to skip volunteer service shifts (fff, they must think I’m a flake) because you get up so late and no I can’t wake you because you AND Evil Stepfather will yell at me!

And don’t pull that “idk lol” with me when I try to address the issue tactfully (Robert wouldn’t hold back, but I can’t afford to trigger Drama Queen mode so my hands are tied), or change the topic to my dead floor fan.

Also I SERIOUSLY question the wisdom of waiting until Wilson and BabyGirl (sidenote: wtf kind of name is BabyGirl, anyway?) are 18 months to get them fixed. It slows their growth? The world is not going to end if it takes them longer to grow up. Look at the cats, they got fixed early on and they seem normal! Holding off on getting the dogs fixed is going to make things WAY worse in the long run since the destructive behavior associated with having intact parts is more likely to stick, and you with your nonexistent patience… you’ll get pissed off and instead of doing the right thing like going to more dog obedience classes or hiring a dog trainer to come over (because oh no, EVERYONE IS OUT TO REPORT YOU TO ANIMAL CONTROL), you’ll just throw your hands up and throw the dogs away like you threw Toby away…

*epic, EPIC facepalm, apply directly to the forehead*

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This parental stupidity makes me very very sad. I miss father. At least he had a brain… and USED IT. (Mother called it “dragging his feet” because father actually bothered to consider things like consequences and such.)

What is so horrible about letting Chloe mingle with Kestine and Daisy, as would be normal progression? They don’t even hiss at her anymore, hell Kestine just flees. THIS IS NORMAL. Augh.

t brendala, your parents are STILL normal compared to my mother. Can I still petition for honorary membership? I may be a naughty liberal and my computer-speak might sail over your head but… :(