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An Engineer’s Guide to Cats

Since today is Sunday, which is as good of a reason as any, and I love cats, which is also another great reason, I’m posting a video I found a while ago on the internet. It’s a funny video where two professional engineers (Paul and TJ) illustrate the proper care and practical benefits of cats. They use their own cats in the video (Paul’s cats, I believe): Oscar, Ginger, and Zoe. I have to say the tuna thing is so so true, as are many others in the video. And yes, I do practice the corporal cuddling punishment. Usually I use it to punish them for looking too cute and cuddly. My cats love it! Just as much as any other cat does, of course. But that’s why it’s called tough love, right? Anyway, here’s the video. Hope you enjoy it.

I like how at the end they add that “None of the kitties, humans, or engineers were mistreated during the making of this film. They were, however, slightly annoyed.”

And if you’ve seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, you have to watch this video they made: A reenactment of “The Coconut Scene.” With cats.

Those two are just too funny. They have a YouTube channel where you can find links to their store and Facebook page as well as more videos featuring their cats, of course. Even a reenactment of one of the scenes from Princess Bride and a Cats of Christmas Past video featuring a steampunk laptop they built.

So, do you have cats?

 

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The Doo Wop Shop – for Disney fans of all ages.

About a year ago (almost to the day, it was May 25, 2011) I saw a video of The Doo Wop Shop singing a Disney medley. The video I saw was their 2010 performance and it made me smile. Now, while looking for the video I found out they recorded a studio version and then the 2011 Holiday Concert version (which is the one in this post).

 

P.S.: The Doo Wop Shop  (a.k.a. “The Shop”) is UMASS’ only all male A Capella group.

 
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Posted by on May 29, 2012 in Music Time

 

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Forgetting: not just for old people anymore.

A few years ago I accompanied my grandma to one of her lunches with her friends. My grandma was 76 at the time and all the other ladies were either 85 or 86. They said my grandma was the baby of the group, since she was so young. The lunch was very long, with each of them taking their time to chew their food and still manage to tell stories, but it was a great time. Mainly because of the stories, I didn’t care much about the chewing.

One of them started complaining because her son wanted to hire a maid to help her out during the day. How dare he. She was incredibly upset about that. She said she told her son that was not an option, because if she didn’t have the work around the house to do, she wouldn’t have enough things to occupy her throughout the day. Then another one started talking about how she had a maid and she’d send the girl to wipe the leaves of her plants. She’d send the girl to the porch (apparently she had a lot of foliage there) and give the girl a tiny cloth to go wipe the plants. This way the girl wouldn’t bother her and she could cook as she pleased.

That lead to the cooking topic. They all shared how much they loved to cook. Then one of them started saying she liked to knit while she waited for the food to be ready, but it was hard but she’d go sit down to knit and forget about the food. So one of them said “You should do what I do. Put a chair in front of the stove. This way you won’t forget about it.”

I just remembered all of that because I was sitting on my couch and though “Something smells good,” and after a second I thought “My food!” and ran to the kitchen to rescue my lunch.

Maybe it’s time for me to start putting a chair in front of the stove.

 

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I’m like a superhero and I didn’t know it.

My mom always made fun of me saying I liked to suffer because I would wait for a headache to get stronger before taking any medication. She thought I should take something right away, but I always thought I should try other things first. What if it was because I was tired? Or hungry? Or because of my period? So I always waited until it was obvious I needed to do something. The reason for that was that our bodies get used to medication, and soon you need a stronger dose to have the same effect. I didn’t like that.

But one day, at work, my headache was getting too strong, so I took the medicine I had in my purse. I didn’t work. A colleague gave me something else, some other headache medicine. It also didn’t work. After trying quite a few different ones, with all having no result, I finally decided to walk to a pharmacy a couple blocks away to buy something stronger. One of my colleagues offered to walk me there and I’m glad I didn’t refuse her help, because I didn’t get even half-way there and had to sit on the sidewalk, unable to keep going. I didn’t know, but I was having a migraine.

Migraines. Because the world is so much brighter when you're in pain. Literally.

The doctor said I should be glad, because my migraine usually only lasts twenty-five years. Usually. What a wonderful word; usually. As in not always, or in it could last longer. Yay, me, right? That means I only have another fifteen years to go and then I’ll be migraine free. Probably. Since I’m not usually a lucky gal, I’m not going to bet on that.

Anyway, having a migraine can differ from person to person, so here’s how mine usually go: First my senses get sharper. I hear better (even sounds others can’t) and then I feel like someone’s sticking a knife behind one of my eyeballs, trying to get my eye out of its socket. But they seem pretty inefficient, since they just keep poking and poking and my eye never falls out. Sometimes I debate whether or not I should use my fingernails to help them get the job done, but I usually end up deciding not to.

The lights bother a little. They feel like little – and when I say little I mean very sharp – daggers being shot straight into my eyes. Oh, fun. I remember having to park my car in the middle of nowhere one night just to close my eyes and wait for the medicine to work, because there was no way I could keep driving with the headlights from the other cars shooting daggers at me. And you have no idea how good you feel, sitting in a car in the middle of nowhere, crying your eyes out, hoping nothing worse happens. Fun times.

There’s usually also this pressure on the side of my head that feels like a metal compressor is trying to make my head a bit more compact. Touching my temples hurt. Not touching my temples hurt. Crying hurt. Holding the tears back hurt. Closing my eyes hurt. Keeping them open hurt. If I do nothing, my mind can’t stop thinking about the migraine, and that doesn’t help much. Trying to read is painful, plus I can’t really concentrate. Forget singing, even if it’s in your head and not out loud. Well, since your head is the center of your pain, pretty much anything involving using your head hurts. I can’t sleep, because it hurts, but being awake hurts. As you see, it’s a win-win situation. Win-win as in, no matter what I do, the migraine will always win.

One thing that helps is pressing my temples against something cold. It reduces the pain until the medicine kicks in. At least it keeps me from going insane and banging my head against the wall until I break it. Break the wall, of course, because at this point I’m pretty sure my skull is unbreakable, or it would have been already reduced to dust.

But hey, for as long as my migraine lasts, and even a little before it starts, my auditory senses are really sharp. It’s like I’m a superhero or something, since I can hear noises others can’t. The first few times people thought I was going crazy. I understand them. It’s hard to keep a straight face when the girl pressing the side of her head tells you to stop the buzzing sound and you can’t hear a thing. Now I’m used to the new sounds I hear. I just stopped telling people about them, because it certainly freaks them out. Too bad it ends with the postdrome, which is the phase after a migraine. Oh, yeah, because the migraine don’t just leave you away after it’s over, it just turns into this hangover that lasts a few days. Fun, right?

So when I feel a migraine coming, I take my pills. And the only medicine that works, at least for me, is Excedrin Migraine. Oh, and did you hear the big news? There was a recall. Excedrin Migraine is no longer being sold in the US. Well, at least for the time being. Can you guess how much I’m looking forward to my next migraine? Oh, it will be so much fun.

P.S.: I could really use that sarcasm font just about now.

 

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Caine’s Arcade

I saw this post on Mike’s blog and it was just a title that didn’t say much and a video to click on. I couldn’t click on it right away so I just dismissed it, telling myself I’d watch it, eventually, but knowing that chances were I would never get a chance to. I’d forget, I’d get caught up on whatever it was that was important at the moment, you know, all the excuses we like to use on a daily basis.

However, for some unknown reason, I remembered and went back to check the video. I’m glad I did. It’s about a 9 year old boy, who built an elaborate cardboard arcade inside his dad’s used auto part store, about to have the best day of his life.

 

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Directed by Nirvan
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