Aeronautic Primates and Other Delights

Vajda has this annoying habit of making a pitiful meow/yowl when she wants me to come to bed. It's made slightly more irritating by the fact that her idea of a decent bedtime is usually not determined by anything except her whim.

Tonight she started at 8:00 and has kept at it off-and-on for the past three and a half hours.

I'm trying to work on a really difficult review and my concentration keeps getting demolished.

I wonder what feline meat tastes like?

ETA: She's insane. I go to bed. She hops into bed and I pet her. She then jumps off of bed and heads off. Ten minutes later, she's forgotten that I've already gone to bed, because she does her "come to bed" yowl until I call her and she sees "Wait, he's in bed!" And the she hops into bed and I pet her. She then jumps off the bed and heads off. Ten minutes later, she's forgotten...

I've been busy as hell (as per usual). I'm still making updates to restore lost data to Classic-Horror. Currently, I'm in the process of readding literally hundreds of makeup and special effects credits that weren't in the backup. This weekend I'm readding the news stories that the people on my f-list so studiously retrieved from the Google cache for me (I am still in awe of you guys).

Meanwhile, I'm researching the hell out of a movie called "Die, Monster, Die!", which is loosely based on HP Lovecraft's "The Colour Out of Space". Or attempting to, anyway. Despite it being a British production, my books on British horror are surprisingly mum on the subject (probably because it's only a British production because the American company behind it, American-International,started producing movies in the UK for the subsidies). This lack of research material lead to a surreal moment with my roommate, who typically has to borrow from my increasingly impressive library of film books when she's writing up a review.

Me: (stands with hands on hips by bookshelf) Nothing. None of my books have anything useful. What I wouldn't give for a book on HP Lovecraft in cinema. I think McFarland published one...

Roommate: You mean HP Lovecraft in Popular Culture?

Me: No, I think it was specifically film.

Roommate: Oh. (pause) Because I have the one on popular culture.

Me: What? Really?

Roommate: Yeah. One second. (searches through bookshelves, produces what turns out to be an incredibly informative tome on the subject).

I'm still reeling from that one.

Also, I have a cat! She's a five-year-old blue-point Himalayan. I've named her Vajda (pronounced VIY-dah) after Asa Vajda (played by Barbara Steele) in Mario Bava's Black Sunday. Like her namesake, Vajda is a damaged beauty. She came to stay with us as a foster after a surgical operation to take out her ulcerous right eye. She's adorable, mellow, and purr's louder than anything you've ever heard. I'll have pictures once the stitches come out and she's a little more presentable.

...also, I was just invited to a party tonight. I'm never invited to parties.