Incredibly wonderful

I am watching the National Geographic Channel.

The man who built the jet powered wing is flying across the English Channel RIGHT NOW.

It's real. The Rocketeer is happening. Yves Rossy. They call him Fusion Man.

He is FLYING.

This is pure science for science's sake. He's 15 km in, 21 km to go. Calais to Dover.

Oh my god.

I'm near tears. This is so incredible.

Edit: He landed! Success!

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Year in review meme

My life has changed so much in the past year. But I know where I'm going now. I have a plan for the next year. And that's incredible.

I had to use some entry titles in order to complete this:
Weekend-ness. Parents were met.
DangerMouse strikes again!
And Happy Birthday [info]firebow!
Friday: had lunch with Carol.
Alive and well.
I have food poisoning.
1.1 billion Indians can't be wrong?
Not going to bore y'all with the details, but I got to work on the two accounts I will be taking over.
You know, FICA takes more out of my pay that any other deduction.
I just saw my first luna moth, right outside my window.
The search continues.
If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention
I feel weird.

It's been a day of triumph

So I posted a few hours ago about my joy at the flight of the rocket man. I have another joy to share.

It starts with sadness. Mudflap has gingivitis. And it's gotten really bad. His gums are red and inflamed; his teeth are discolored. Some are so bad that they may crack, in which case they'll have to be removed.

Tonight, after months of trying, I brushed his teeth.

I couldn't use a brush. His gums are so sensitive I think it would have hurt him. So I used my finger. I cut my nails down as far as I could, and washed my hands very carefully, so there wasn't any residue from soap or lotion on them (they're still dry and uncomfortable, but it was worth it). I'm using C.E.T. enzymatic toothpaste, which costs about $5 for a 2.5 oz tube. It's chicken flavored.

He has always resisted having his mouth handled.

But tonight, I approached him within the bounds of my own philosophy: cats can be handled like dogs. Behaving as an alpha will garner the same results. In this case, I simply approached and handled him as though his resistance were not a possibility. I invited him up on the couch with me and got him tucked under my arm. I put some toothpaste on my finger, gently pulled his jowls loose, and rubbed his teeth. After a second, he submitted, relaxed, and even allowed me to slide my finger along the side of his jaws, into his mouth to get his back teeth. No struggle, no resistance.

I can save my cat's teeth.

I am saving my cat's teeth.

Today has been a very good day.

In honor of my triumph, a Mudflap icon.