December 13th, 2007


facebook is weirding me out...

This needs a little background. A few months ago a friend of ours, who moved to France with her husband, was persuaded by her nephew over here to get herself a facebook page so she could keep in touch with family goings-on, and she invited me to be a friend. This necessitated getting myself a facebook page, and we swapped messages a couple of times and then went back to our usual method of communication, which is us phoning them on high days and holy days and her sending us bizarre viral emails, and I forgot about facebook.
Anyway, earlier in the week marlowe1 ran me to ground and invited me to friend his facebook, or whatever the hell it's called. Which I happily did.
Now, I'm not wise in the ways of facebook, so I thought I ought to poke around in it and see what it can do, and I just clicked on the `home' tab and scrolled down a bit and I found an entry which reads `popular posted items in the London network.' I presume (and I hope Tim will correct me if I'm wrong) these are news stories posted on facebook by London users.
Okay. Top item is `Bike Sex Man Placed On Probation.' Second place is `Cat's Daily Routine Baffles Owner.' Third place is `Man Hurt Using Gun To Change Tyre.'
Sharp-eyed villagers might recognise items one and two. And I wrote a story for the paper about item three.
I'm sorry, I just find that the merest little bit spooky.

I have a MySpace page as well, but that just scares me.
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the thing about having persian cats.... that you have to accept that they're very high-maintenance. You have to brush them on a very regular basis otherwise you wind up with a really annoyed lump of felt. You have to be assiduous about cleaning their eyes otherwise they can get ulcerated eyelids. And they're so overbred that they're prone to diseases and conditions your average mongrel moggie would just laugh off. So we keep an eye on them, particularly after Dougal's brush with death a couple of years ago from pyothorax.
So when Kasia, the youngest of our cats, started peeing in inappropriate places (ie pretty much anywhere she felt like it) we took her to the vet. The initial diagnosis was cystitis, and we got medication for that which seemed to work. And then she started doing it again, and this time there was a certain amount of blood involved. So we took her to the vet again, a bladder stone was diagnosed, and today she went under the knife.
She came through the op fine, and at the moment she's lying downstairs, still a bit groggy and postoperative from the anaesthetic and the medications and probably a bit sore and almost certainly mildly pissed off at us. We've been through this before. Dougal had a stone (it seems Persians are prone to them, though Kuron has never had one - what we had with him was an ulcerated eyelid when we got him, due to his previous owner not cleaning his eyes often enough, a fatty tumour on his back and a condition called megacolon. Google it; I'm not going to gross you out myself) and he was a different cat after it was removed. And no, Thog, he was not literally a different cat - I know how your mind works. The difference with Dougal is that he's such an unutterably chilled cat. Kasia, I think, is the type to hold grudges. We'll see.
It's kind of distressing to see your pets like this, as I'm sure most of you know from personal experience, even though you know it's been for the best and they'll feel better soon.
I just popped downstairs and Kasia was lying on the landing, funnel collar on to stop her worrying at her stitches. Bogna had draped a pillowcase over her to keep the draughts off.
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