It’s warmer in Seattle than most of the state of Florida.

Today’s high will be higher then in Houston. And Houston on Friday, the predicated will be less than our low temperature.

I don’t know what the east of the Rockies did to piss off the weather gods, but they’d better repent!

Meanwhile, el gato is going back to the vet for an ultrasound. The vet can feel a mass near his kidneys and he’s perky enough, but doesn’t eat as much as he should and seems to be drinking more water. He’s about 12 and worth about a million dollars in vet bills so far. What’s another million?

Just letting my plant friends know where I stand.

Ripped bleeding and cereally condensed , ummm, sapping?, oozing?, from NY times online, By NATALIE ANGIER

(Our older sister was right! She can hear trees scream!)

OK, “

I stopped eating pork about eight years ago, A couple of years later, I gave up on all mammalian meat, period.  Food choices are often like that: difficult to articulate yet strongly held. And lately, debates over food choices have flared with particular vehemence.

But before we cede the entire moral penthouse to “committed vegetarians” and “strong ethical vegans,” we might consider that plants no more aspire to being stir-fried in a wok than a hog aspires to being peppercorn-studded in my Christmas clay pot. This is not meant as a trite argument or a chuckled aside. Plants are lively and seek to keep it that way.

“Plants are not static or silly,” said Monika Hilker of the Institute of Biology at the Free University of Berlin. “They respond to tactile cues, they recognize different wavelengths of light, they listen to chemical signals, they can even talk” through chemical signals. Touch, sight, hearing, speech. “These are sensory modalities and abilities we normally think of as only being in animals,” Dr. Hilker said.

Just because we humans can’t hear them doesn’t mean plants don’t howl. Some of the compounds that plants generate in response to insect mastication — their feedback, you might say — are volatile chemicals that serve as cries for help. Such airborne alarm calls have been shown to attract both large predatory insects like dragon flies, which delight in caterpillar meat

Plants eavesdrop on one another benignly and malignly.

It’s a small daily tragedy that we animals must kill to stay alive. Plants are the ethical autotrophs here, the ones that wrest their meals from the sun. Don’t expect them to boast: they’re too busy fighting to survive.”

There’s much more detail, but basically, just because plants can’t run away doesn’t mean they aren’t feeling creatures with a will to survive, and perhaps with all that time sitting around, quite philosophical.

I guessed you’d have to be since animals might quit eating animals, but animals need to chomp on potatoes, cherries, walnuts, spinach, and properly prepared Brussel(s) Sprouts.

These three must be seen on the big big screen, Avatar in 3D which drives me crazy but I got through it.

District 9, for me, was a great big epic often funny epic, with great smog and crustacean aliens and action. A bloody mess, but bloody good fun too.

2012 was an epic. Woody Harrelson, great comedy relief as the world gets upheaved and floods and volcanoes and last minutes escapes one after the other. I was pleased. Not a great story, but tolerable, and the special effects were mahvelous.

Avatar. Screw the assholes spending time debating the religious/scientific/pantheistic bullshit. This was simply awesome. A true step forward in filmmaking. The story is predictable but for most of the movie the characters are engaging and the visuals are stunning. Do not wait to see this on your home screen unless you’ve got something really special. This must be seen in a theater. I do not regret spending the extra bucks. I’ll probably see it several more times because now I can focus on details. (It’s like a muppet movie, did you ever notice how much stuff is going on in the background? Only this is “real” and you will feel it as real.)

Oh, dear, I gush. Well, I do not apologize. There are two things that will occupy my time in the next few weeks. Watching Avatar and hating reviewers who over analyze, and ordering stuff the MUSTARD MUSEUM, which just moved to a new location NW of Madison, Wisconson.

I will be suggesting to Mr. Cameron that perhaps mustard needs to be a major player in his next epic.

and you come from a wee family with no aunties or unclies or cousins of the first variety, well, culture shock is a problem.

Now they’re all just fine, in fact the three wifey aunty sisters are absolutely hysterical, but they are getting on, so Sunday one of them who had recent eye surgery ended up in Swedish due to major pain.

Auntie D is bossy but had to defer to msdrfooms because she doesn’t drive and Swedish is in SEATTLE, and they are in Tacoma. Aunty Gloria, the painful eye one, resists medical help, but msdrfooms asserted her teacheriness and said, “Shape up, b**ch, or we’re sending you to Tukwila!”  (I made that part up)

Anyway, the surgeon woggled her eye, put her on, I kid you not, 17 different meds to be taken all day and night long. Msdrfooms spent the night and day with her, making a schedule and color coding the meds.

But seriously, you can’t expect a 77 yr old semi-blind person to be able to handle all those meds by herself. Sigh.  There are other family around, but it’s going to be difficult. If no other problems arise, she should be fine but moving her to an assisted living facility may be necessary.

How about you? Are you ready to have help wiping your butt? Or eye socket?

His tremendousness, Prince Giorgio I of Seborga has died.

I could post a lot about his amazing life but then I’d be stealing from the starving newspapers, so you’ll just have to go look it up.

He ruled Seborga with a gentle hand and a never married: “I love all my female subjects equally.” He had few problems during his reign, although the elected mayor of Seborga gave him some grief until he realized how many tourists His Tremendousness brought in.

His only real political challenge came in 2006 when Princess Yasmine von Hohenstaufen Anjou Plantagenet mysteriously materialized with a plan to return Seborga to Italy. The Seborghini responded with indifference, and that was that.

He has no successor. What will become of Seborga? Only the mimosa know.

Have you ever tried to solidify your principality?

Have you even thought about it?

I figured. NOT!

You might ask, “Should I?”

Well, think about your life, your ambitions, your silliness or is it sillyness, your significant others who dote upon you and rely on you for direction/money/clean clothes/food/sanity/headbanging…whatever…and the rest of the world that might be looking for an icon, a stalwart, nah, forget the warts, for someone who represents the absurdity of  and celebration of  “SUB UMBRA SEDE.”

You can be that person!

Why? Because there is a unique opening for —-TA DA!

HIS/HER TREMENDOUSNESS!!!!!

I’ll let you do the web search rather waste my time explaining

it all, which I’ll do anyway in the next post, because, like my

itty bitty sister, occasionally I can’t shut up. The cat brings us a rat per day. This is a TOOTHLESS CAT!. The rats have teeth. How does this tie the topics together?

I drew a niece-in-law for the Christmas present dodah. She’s late teens, mom says she’s still very much into anime.

OK, right. I know nothing. I did some research. Oi, interesting, but it could be ANYTHING!

So unless you all can come up with some ideas, I shall simply HORK on her rug like the cat would do, and say, hey, I saved you from an anime rat.

She’s too polite to kill me, but I hesitate to visit them on their next BBQ.  I’ll eat rat, I’m afraid she might put granny on there!

The point being, it’s not snowing here.

Well, our temperatures are equivalent to Houston, Texas, but they got the snow!

We did just have one sympathy snit, but very localized and just slush for a minute. They are predicting some low daytime temperatures, so we’ll see how well my new greenhouse covering works. It’s not totally done. It better work.

Frozen cacti are really uncool.

I cooked the turkey and dressing and gravy for Thanksgiving. The turkey was done on time, which alas meant it wasn’t ‘burned’ enough on the bottom to make awesome gravy, but it was still good. We noticed the the women on the Miss Patty’s side of the family second oldest brother all make ‘volcanoes’ of their mashed potatoes, none of the men do.

I have started harvesting the potato crop from my garden before the ground freezes hard (hopefully never, but who knows). A small but very healthy amount of sizeable taters of high quality and attitude. My back is killing me. There must be a better way to dig them up.

The cat has become civilized and does not poo in the potatoes.

I will attempt to make no-knead bread tomorrow using at least some potato or potato water. The problem with no-knead bread is it only seems to like wheat flour to munch on for 18 hours, other flours or ingredients seem to give it an off flavor. But I am going to try a way to SURPRISE it with some last minute ingredients and hope it still does it’s final rise.

If so, I will share it with my many minions, at last count .128, and we can patent it and become bread barons.

No toenails were maimed in the making of this post.

Emergency icecream making materials are stocked, just in case we run out of everything else.

This turkey that I am about to cook has three breasts, two legs, two wings, and boy am I glad they don’t include the head or two or three!

I am being forced to add spinach to the dressing.

 

 

 

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