People piss me off

There's a few people over at the Anti-Feminist/Feminist Debate Facebook group that are really, really pissing me off. Just the sheer hypocrisy and hubris in their statements is maddening. I know I could verbally smack them down, but I also know that they wouldn't listen or even care. So, any verbal smackdown would just serve to piss me off more with their reactions.

Friday Cat Blogging (because everyone else is doing it), a day late.

These pictures are from 9 months ago, so the kitties are a bit bigger now. My boyfried and I adopted the brother and sister duo from the Abq. westside animal shelter, a year ago at the end of this month, when they were 5 weeks old. The boy is named Fisher (after Sam Fisher from Splinter Cell (his original name was Freya, after FF9's Freya, since the shelter said that he was female, then we discovered that she was actually a he the day before we took them back to the shelter toget fixed)), and the girl is named Eiko (FF9). Yes, we're nerds for naming our cats after video game characters.

Fisher
http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u307/msmerisusa/CuteFisher.jpg
Fisher is a very lazy kitty. He's also the larger of the two. When we first got them, he was actually the smaller of the two. He likes people food (he will take the food right out of your hand if you're not paying attention), but he doesn't much care for canned cat food or milk.

Eiko
http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u307/msmerisusa/Eikoplayingwiththecamera.jpg
Eiko is our spastic kitty. She loves to play fetch, especially when she can catch whatever you're throwing right out of the air. She's not as people food crazy as Fisher, but she does love canned food and milk.

My tongue's on fire

Sadie's Salsa is delicious. And hot. And delicious. And hot. And delicious. And hot.

Commercials are stupid.

Add Barbasol (shaving cream) and Mitchum (deodorant) to the list of men's products whose advertisements piss me off. Both are now using scantily clad, large breasted, blonde women to sell the idea that if you buy their products women that look like this will have sex with you.

I really hate people.

Les souris ne sont pas heureuses.

http://pandagon.net/2007/04/11/but-tell-us-how-you-really-feel

This post and the corresponding comment threads made me want to write something down. Not being happy with your significant other looking at porn doesn't automatically mean that you absolutely hate your body, or that you're a controlling meany, or that you're just being hysterical because you don't have the emotional grounding rod that is the almighty penis. You could just be hurt that even though you are "in the mood" almost all the time, your partner only wants sex about twice a week, but will look at porn at a comparable, if not higher, rate. It hurts especially when you've tried to initiate sex, got turned down (which on it's own wouldn't be anything), and then catch your partner looking at porn while you're in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you.

A good, long, productive talk would probably be a great thing in this situation. Unfortunately, it's not always that easy. You don't want to seem controlling or crazy; you don't want to hurt his feelings with a harsh comment; you don't want to know everything, even when you do; so you don't always say what you're thinking, what you really, really want to say. Because you've got to consider his feelings, even though it doesn't seem like he's doing the same for you. So, you end up with a conversation that doesn't really solve everything for you. Given time, you think up very good things to say, but it's not really a conversation that you can just pull out of the air without seeming accusing or way too suspicious. So it just sits there, scratching at your brain, bugging the hell out of you.

Possibly a more coherent post later.