flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I watched a fairly long opera last night, then got home to find a note on my door about apartment inspections starting today, so cue the 2-hour frantic cleaning binge, and now I’m at work, so really, you’re lucky I’m speaking English. Granted, English with improbably long sentences and too many commas, but still. The inspection is really just to check for leaks, fire extinguisher maintenance, that sort of thing, but I can’t help feeling like I would have been evicted for my hideous mess, which did look remarkably like a pack of wild dogs had rampaged through the apartment. So, now is tidy except for needing a vacuuming, and I’ll be able to look the maintenance guys in the eyes again. Also, Il Trovatore is good, but has pacing issues, I think. (Cue the outrage from opera fans everywhere). I was excessively amused by DiLuna and his 40 armored knights singing about how they need to be stealthy and stay in the shadows, though. Seriously, dude. You’re planning to kidnap one girl from a convent – maybe 1 or 2 singing knights would be moderately stealthier than a stagefull? Also, stop kidnapping girls, please. It’s just rude.
Anyway, in case you’ve seen this owl (which was a special request from a friend, btw) already, please accept this picture of my cat being surly:
‘Get off my lawn!’
Any other captions, please feel free to share. I should probably LOLcat him, but that smacks of effort.