calime: (dust in the wind)


19 years is a long time, but it doesn't feel long enough. Hopefully you'll go and meet up with the Old Dragon cat again; do say hi for me too. I will miss you.
calime: (dust in the wind)


Go on, amble away over the fucking rainbow or wherever you go and bother the Yellow Pony a bit. I'll miss you.
calime: (pihv snowbeard)
Just popping in to wish a fabulous sending out of the old and letting in the new for everyone and may the next year be wonderful!

(I'm away on the island with friends as usual, stuff is cooking in the oven and we even got a bit of snow so that the mud is somewhat less squelchy and covered up:) Have imported Highlander100 to DW now that we've got community import feature...perhaps we might even have a challenge or two in the coming year!)
calime: (beer Methos drug)
Well, the year is drawing to a close, there's three days off work ahead of me and there's even some snow dusting the ground...

I plan to do nothing but sleep and eat good food and read - especially all the wonderful stories posted at [livejournal.com profile] hlh_shortcuts (and I've had a most wonderful gift filled with Amanda and glee and romance and captivating plot and yay!) and then sleep some more. And not think about unpleasant things for a while. And visit Granny in the hospital on Monday.

So, happy whatever-holidays-or-other-kinds-of-days to all of you - and may again the days get longer, and may those days be better than the ones before:)
calime: (nublu eye seeswhat u did there)
Thank you everyone for the good wishes sent! My older bullie, Nublu, seems to be on the mend now and sends sincere tail-wags and bodily contortions of gratefulness to you all! So do I (only with perhaps less of the contortions-ness).
relevant details under cut )
So, again, thank you everyone for your support - and also, happy (belated) Solstice/Midsummer/ head Jaanipäeva!
calime: (pihv snowbeard)
HL holiday shortcuts fic off to beta, wheeee! Am resolutely not tinkering or looking at it and wondering whether it is any good at all, because that way lies madness. Well, at least not until I get it back:)

Some RL ramblings and a snowstorm under the cut )

And now, I'll go and have some more alcohol-free glögg.
calime: brain with text out of my mind back in five minutes (brb out of mind)
Not that it would be visibly much different from the recent (and not-so-recent) state of affairs, but I'll continue to limit my online presence mostly to sporadic lurking for a while yet. Nominally, I am on my vacation, but in reality, I'm trying to tackle my long-dormant PhD - seeing as how I can nau haz an actual supervisor, and be a part of a research team, with, you know, actual theme and financing and data and stuff. So, as I'm awfully good at procrastinating anyway, I'm trying to limit aforementioned procrastination and be vevvy vevvy quiet. Not hunting wabbits, though, but a) writing an article and b)giving a presentation on a conference next week (eep! I've been teaching and giving lectures for years, but a 15 minute presentation on a conference is still a first and faintly scary prospect). So, um, if you'd want to wish me luck or something, I'd be glad (it might lessen the panic, perhaps?). Wishing y'all good times and fun and hoping to surface come September.
In the spirit of procrastination, a meme - it, um, seemes to fit the theme - and now, I jump back into the universe comprised of bovine respiratory disease and acute phase proteins:). )
calime: (blessed are the easily amused)
Today has been hot and unpleasant and full of stoopid and suck. And I'm really really really tired. So, trying an alternative approach - on the grounds of a)cats go well with everything and B)cats make everything better, here, have some kittens:


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moar kittehs under the cut )
Those are all shelter kittens, mostly from May this year. Kittens are by and large all rehomed by now, though only one mother cat has found a new home. But these are the ones that will find a home, and the ones I can look at without sadness and fear - I don't have to put any of those down. They're the happy stories. Two of those litters are actually mixed - there were motherless kittens fostered under accomodating queens. And fortunately, queens are usually very accomodating towards strange kittens.
And to finish it off - this is one of the two cats that live in the shelter, permanently. This one has had an inner ear infection that has left him with a permanent head tilt, and he has lost the tips of his ears to the cold some winter past. But he's happy and fat and shiny, and surveys his kingdom, and sleeps on the sofa in the personnell room, and never needs to worry about being homeless again.
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calime: (caffeine blessing)
...as evidenced by sun gleaming through rampant greenery outside, bloodthirsty mosquitoes (I sing gleeful odes to the netting on the windows) and mysterious, omnious banging sounding from above the ceiling (that's actually the first-floor neighbour with his son-in-law, cleaning the chimneys, bless 'em).
I'm having a very late, very mellow Sunday morning (well, half past noon, but I just got up, Ok?) coffee and resolutely relaxing. Next few weeks are going to be hell in several ways (mostly, in ways of lots of work, not enough time, and frantically hoping to get paid in time, or at least close enough), but today is for coffee, sleep and dawdling around on the internets. Maybe I'll even get around to posting some pointless cat pics. Because cats are always good, right?
calime: (SGA iz ded John)
... asGranny Weatherwax so succintly put it. *cough* It seems to be a long-running theme in my post titles, mostly.

As per usual, RL rose up and swallowed me, so I've been taking lurkerdom to its extremes again. I might recap the highlights (or lows) of the recent-ness in a future post, or perhaps better not, because it'd probably go along the lines of busysnowbusytiredsnowcoldsleepybusyblah, damn little cheese with that w(h)ine :).

I owe comment replies and stuff and ... Sorry. Will try to ease back into the groove.

On an unrelated note, today is the Independence Day for us, here in Estonia. Happy 92nd birthday, dear homeland!

And in lieu of any actual meaningful content, I'll give you a long, mostly funny, mostly true list about how one can know they're really from Estonia:
1. You use the word ‘normal’ if something is ok.
2. When visiting friends abroad you bring along a box of Kalev chocolate.
3. You attended a song festival at least once either as a performer or as a spectator.
4. You know that going to the sauna is 80% about networking and 20% about washing
5. You are nationalistic about Skype (it is actually an Estonian company)
6. ‘Kohuke’ belongs to your menu
7. You declare your taxes on the internet like all modern people
8. You actually believed for a while that Latvians had 6 toes per foot when you heard that as a child
9. You are convinced that Estonia is very strategically located
10. You spent at least one midsummer in Saaremaa, Hiiumaa or one of the smaller islands
11. You can quote films like "Viimne reliikvia" and "Siin me oleme"
12. You spit three times around your left shoulder for good luck
13. Words like "veoauto", "täieõiguslik" or "jää-äär" sound perfectly pronouncable to you
14. You like bold statements, such as this one... ;-)
15. There can never be too much sarcasm
....


I cannot even tell whether the fact that over 2/3 of that list applies/makes sense to me should be a cause for joy or depression...*laughs*.
calime: (caffeine blessing)
Done, oh so done. Last few months have been kind of insane, I mean, it is kind of out of character for me to say I'm looking forward to Christmas, but at the moment it means all the big things I needed to get done are done, and what aren't cannot be helped.
And yay! for not getting sick so far (when everyone around seems to be catching a swine, bird, dog or whatever flu), and finishing a big translation job (yeah, it pays well, so double yay, but it always comes when one is busy already), and even managing some ficcage, and for being able to spend almost a day and a half in the company of my parents without a quarrel in sight (this is incredibly rare. Maybe we're all getting old. Or growing up. Or maybe it was just a fluke.) I'm also kind of glad that the last week's temps between -22 C and -15C have mellowed out into a positively tropical -9 C (it is snowing outside, very pretteh - after a long and abnormally warm autumn the winter came with a vengeance), and, um, I'm really glad I don't own a car any more. So many problems are not mine any more *grins*.
And I'm looking forward to the next two weeks - I am working the first days of the week, but it'll be a loong 4-day weekend coming up (am still not quite used not to be working on either Christmas or the New Years). On the 26th I'll be taking a little trip with a group of other like-minded loons to a dog show in Pskov (wow, I haven't actually been to Russia since the late 1980's, I guess). Then, a few more days at woork, and then me and [livejournal.com profile] vants will be heading off to spend the New Year's at [livejournal.com profile] dresta11's - we have ferry tickets booked already, only need to figure out what kind of meat to cook this year.
So, for now I can heave a sigh of relief and get more coffee, and spend a lazy day reading all the shiny new stories posted on the Highlander Holiday Shortcuts. I should do some housecleaning, but I figure it can wait. After all, reading is important, isn't it *g*?

Huh...

Oct. 12th, 2009 08:14 pm
calime: (pihv snowbeard)
So, there was that pesky first snow of the year today, then. Made me glad that I don't own a car at this time (no flailing about winter tires) and also, that it was my day off. I blew off about half of my planned errands, took the dogs out (little pig: Yays!!!Snowwww!! old pig: Snow. Hmpfh. Melting.Into.Mud. Do not want.) and then crawled back into bed.

The evening weather had improved a bit, so I went out for some things, and now I have a fire in the oven and a full belly and (well, ignoring the tiny teensy niggling knowledge that tomorrow is a long day at work again, and that some stuff I planned did not get done) rather content. Need to finish a little piece of translation work, and then maybe have time to read something (I have a few books halfway through, and haven't yet read all McShep Match fics, nor the recent Highlander ones, nor have managed to catch up on watching Supernatural - I need MOAR TIME, I say :)).

But for now, out for the evening walk with dogs *waves*.
calime: OTW logo, text: member (OTW member)
or, drive-by HTML announcements:

There is the OTW dontation drive taking place again, so if you're interested in supportinge the Archive of Our OWn and other OTW projects, please do donate.
I hereby proudly present my post-donation-LOLcat:
OTW: bellyrubz


Oh, and as it is apparently the National Coming Out Day on 11th or 12th in a few places (though not here, as far as I know, but it's not a bad day to have) - though I doubt it's any news to the visitors of this journal -

National Coming Out Day: I'm Bisexual!



Well, or does-not-care-about-gender-sexual, or whatever. Labeling, it is a bit difficult.
And now I'll dive back into the powerpoint I need to get translated by Monday morning.
calime: (bi moons)
Dear Estonia,

I love you. I do.
That said, there are times I am ashamed of how you are and oh so very angry at you. Here, have a dose of common sense: if Estonians as a nation die out, it will be because it will be our time - even nations have their lifespan -, because we leave too much hard work on the shoulders of women we pay too little, because we drink too much, work too much and die too early, because we fail to learn from past mistakes, because we will forget our history or because we will become blinkered and ensnared in it, because we sit too much in the dark of our soul and do not smile outside, because we keep everything inside, because we teach our men that they should pretend to carry the world and expect our women to do it in reality, because we only consider a person worthy as long as that person is young, able and high-wages-earning, because we forget to teach our children that education always pays off, because a big neighbour gobbles us up again and again and again and at last one time there won't be enough life left in what is spat out...
If we as a nation die out (or for that matter, the whole Western civilization declines), it will not, let me repeat, NOT be because some of us are queer. Nor because queer people might gain the right to form a civil partnership or marry and/or adopt children or gain any other rights inherent to marriage institution. So, my dear native land, in that regard, with all respect, screw you.

Lovingly,
Cali, shouldering her part in the decline of the Western civilization.


The above brought to you by the week-long theme in the local media about how a proposed change in marriage/partnership legislation might be about giving the gay people marriage rights, and the bile and acid in the comments and some opinions. Today's radio debate, for example, made me lose all respect towards Martin Helme.
I just try to remind myself that usually, the reasonable and non-belligerent people are the majority, but the silent one. *Sigh*. Though, I totally dig /sarcasm living in a country that prides itself on being European and 'western' and then has a major newspaper running a poll regarding the legislation of the same-sex partnerships where the options are: Leave legislation as is (result 8%), allow same-sex couples register civil partnerships (17%), allow same-sex couples to marry (22%) and (I kid you not) make the legislation regarding the homosexuals more severe - whatever that means - with the result of 53% of responders choosing that option.
Thank you. Some days, I just feel like emigrating and teaching my hypothetical future children Estonian and tolerance in some other country that perhaps has more sense. Though, good coffee and Jim Byrnes singing also helps to normalize the blood pressure, at least.
calime: (beer Methos drug)
Oh hai, it's, um, been rather a long time, isn't it? I've been meaning to post (and I've even had some kind of ... fleeting ficc-y urges), but it seems as if I'm always away, working, or too tired. Or all three.


So, in the name of a) brevity and b) learning new stuff, I looked up the html for bulleted lists and present you my last couple of months in a list form. The highlights (which might or might not be expanded upon at some later date, depending on the availability of spoons. And beer.) include (in no particular order):

  • A week-long trip to Italy, which included the SCIVAC conference in Rimini, a trip to Venice, a swim in the Adriatic sea, a rather satisfying amount of cheap red wine and A LOT of trains. Also, it was hot. Even when it rained.

  • A four-day trip to Finland, to the summer days of the Finnish Bullterrier Club - with Nublu being the winning male in champion class, best male 2 overall and the best coloured male, Nosu being very pretty and starting her heat the first day we got there and Vants being brave above and beyond the call of duty and friendship (including driving for 2 x 550 km's, most of it abroad, while saying things like *I promised myself I'd never drive a car in Helsinki!* and *We'll go again next year, right?*).

  • Going to the pretty fancy-schmancy new cinema in town (the building of which has resulted in the ticket prices being lowered to a reasonable level again), to see Star Trek:Reboot, and lately, Transformers. I might post about my reactions later. I might even rewatch ST. And I think I'm going to start going to the movies again (I had maybe a 2-year break, since [livejournal.com profile] dresta11 moved away to her island farm, and the ticket prices got freakier).

  • Participating heavily in a citizen initiative *Preventing duck infanticide* a.k.a. trying to convince the momma duck that while hatching the ducklings in the city centre might be a good idea, evolutionarily (I doubt many predators dare to risk the place), it is pretty much negated by the attempt to lead them to the river by walking on the busy road. We tried bribery (food) and terror (shooing), but ultimately the duck got fed up with both and decided to alternate between ignoring us and attacking our legs, so we ended up scooping the whole lot up (thank you, duck, for having to wash your shit off my leather jacket's lining later in the cinema toilet, no really. I have already learned something of the life lessons - I turned the jacket inside out. My last leather jacket had to be retired after I forgot to take it off before trying to get a weak foal to suck. Colostrum and nubuk don't go well together.) and depositing them by the river bank. Ducks - still not the overwhelmingly brightest of the species.

  • Starting to work for the local animal shelter, in addition to the clinic hours. Luckily, we share the duties with J., my employee and the clinic owner. I will very probably be posting some stuff about the shelter work in the future, but I promise to lj-cut for those who have no interest or are squicked or ... Shelter work is ... complicated. I strongly feel it is something that needs doing (and the people working there have been my good friends for a long time, and the last vets were my coursemates and...), yet, in this time and place, shelter work means 'a good day is when you don't have to euthanise anyone'. I don't expect to be able to do it for very long, maybe a couple of years max, but *shrugs* someone's gotta do it, and right now I just might have the strength to spend, so...

  • Stomach flu. The less said about it, the better.

  • Work, possibly partly insane amounts of. Clinic work, translation work (some of which has deadlines approaching on the sneaky speed of light, I swear) - for the amount of it, one'd think there'd be more money, right? Urk. And of course the volunteer stuff, like the freakishly huge backlog of unanswered 'ask a veterinarian' questions on a local doggy website. I swear, every time I think I've seen it all, someone tops the all-time-stoopidest-question again. I mean, a lot of these are very reasonable questions, but there are some that ... stand out. In a way that makes one want to troutslap them.

  • Anyway, I have two days off - it's jaanilaupäev (St. John's Eve), which is also the Victory Day here, and while I'm not planning to going to any fire-making (except perhaps the one in our own yard), I've managed to clean the flat (it no longer looks like a particluarly bloody dustbunny war zone), do a load of laundry and am relaxing with a red beer for company. I also wish a (belated) happy Solstice and the beginning of summer (or winter, if you're antipodeanly inclined) to my f-list/circle - may your luck be with you, and things go rather well than not, and stuff, like, you know *gg*?
calime: (Methos hmpf)
The How Old do You Act meme )
YOU ACT LIKE YOU'RE: 27


Well, I'm a tad curious why this meme seems to imply there is no life after 35, or at least no-one is capable of acting older than 35. Though I'm sure that can be true in so many cases...
And I can act for all I'm worth *grins*, but in RL, taking 6 years off my age is ... generous. In a backwards way. See, back when I was 16 or 18, I could get away with being thought 6 years younger. It has only gotten worse from there on... Seriously, let me give you a few recent examples.
A couple of weeks back an old lady who'd brought her dog to the clinic gave me a long disapproving once-over and asked whether I was the doctor. I affirmed that I was indeed the veterinarian. "No," she claimed with iron certainty. "You cannot be. You're too young." *sigh* This being neither by far the first nor likely the last time such stuff happens, I did not point out to her that it'd be rather far-fetched to assume that a random teenager would steal into the clinic, don a practice uniform complete with the name-and-title identification and then sneak into the exam room for the express purpose of pulling her leg. After I'd patiently explained that despite looking 'too young' (whatever that means), yes, I am the vet, I am not as young as she thinks, yes, I have been in practice for 10 years etc, she grudgingly admitted I might not be lying. "You still look too young," was her final condemning verdict.
And yes, I get that a lot of people think I should be jumping up and down with joy because hey, I'm a female who looks younger than she is, what the heck is Cali whining about? But in the professional field, it can be incredibly tiring sometimes.
A few days after that I was idly staring into space at my local supermarket's checkout, waiting to pay, when the cashier suddenly asked for my ID. I had a moment of wondering why are they asking customers for ID now - and then I realised that I had a four-pack of beer among the other stuff. Last time I was asked to prove that I'm over 18 was about a year and a half ago, and I kind of thought that I'm leaving that particular amusement behind. Apparently, no. I flipped my wallet to show her the ID card and she squinted at it. "What year is this ... 19...?" "...Seventy six." I deadpanned. She did a rather comical double-take and hastened to assure me that it should be definitely taken as a compliment. Definitely. I sighed and smiled obligingly and wondered whether this is how Methos feels sometimes.
Later, at home, while on the phone with dad blaming his genetic contribution and making toast I went to the fridge to get the butter I had just bought. The butter that most emphatically was not in the fridge. This was when I wondered whether I should sue myself for the false advertising, because the outside sure does not warn for the deterioration of the mental capabilities. Then I wondered again whether that is how Methos feels sometimes. Yes, I know, immortal memory, blah-di-blah. I bet he still forgets his butter in the shop sometimes.


Oh, and in unrelated news, I've gotten a few more Dreamwidth invites, so at the moment I have four three to give out. If anyone would like an invite, give me a holler in the comments, 'kay?
ETA: screening comments for possible email-related-info, will unscreen comments without email addresses.
calime: (blessed are the easily amused)
So, I have managed to pick up an icky headcold that is presently in the stage of 'sore throat and coughing feature fully intialised, sniffles setup running'. I even ran a bit of a fever yesterday, so I selfishly left J. to work (though it was my long shift by the book) and bailed. She's a wonderful person though who allows her employees to bail *g*. We did have a rather interesting surgery yesterday before I went home to Coldrex and bed - we took a (probably cancerous) kidney off a cat. In my previous place I did mostly internal med (and the dental), very little surgery, and it is weirdly satisfying in some ways to do easier soft tissue surgeries now. She'd done a kidney removal before, so she did and I assisted, and to our happy surprise this one was really smooth and easy (we were worried about possible bleeding etc.). Now it is only to hope that the cat recovers well (so far, everything indicates the second kidney is functioning well, but we don't know what the exact reason is yet that made the left kidney turn into a monster growth the size of my fist and the right kidney was not 100% smooth either). Also, on the subject of surgeries, I guess I can understand how surgeons can easily get so smug - more simpler surgeries are often satisfyingly straightforward in the sense that you'll get a rather immediate response to your efforts, either positive or negative. With internal stuff, I'd say that there are considerably more cases when you'll flail around in the hopeful quest for the solution and in the end cannot say with any decent certainty how much your efforts contributed to the outcome versus the dear bitch Mother Nature and our old friend Murphy with his laws.


Did a 3+ hour oral translation job today and I still have my voice, scratchy as it is presently, so that is made of yay! Now I have until Sunday to nurse my sore throat, before I have to give 4 hours of lectures *eek!*. I am presently soothing said throat with offerings of losenges and alcohol-free warm glögg (it makes a nice change from all the tea).

And a loong time ago, [insanejournal.com profile] amberleewriter was doing this Shag,marry, cliff meme that was going around, with rules as follows:

1. Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2. Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff.
3. Provide pictures of the 3 people.
4. Post this meme with your answers.

Read more... )
calime: (sleepy Cali)
Also, sleepy.
Work these last days has been all 'hurry up and wait', well, or the other way round. Yesterday and this morning was sloooooow, which coupled with the grey wet slushy weather made me zombie-like and vague, and then, afternoon suddenly erupted into what is in Estonian lovingly known as 'hullumaja puhvet' (word-to-word translation - mental hospital's cafe), or in English, simply 'a madhouse'. The cherry on top, so to speak, was an emergency of two dogs who very likely have ingested a poison of some kind, probably organophosphate based. Or pyrethrins/pyrethroids. Managed first aid and packed them off to the UNI clinic ... tomorrow will tell if they've made it or no. Am home at last, watching SGA 1st season finale and drinking alcohol-free glögg (because I am sleepy enough without adding alcohol to the mix, yet I need something warm and weirdly enough, caffeine-less).
I did put a new challenge up at highlander100, so if anyone's drabble-wisely inclined, please amble over and ... drabble. Or something.
*yawns*
So, I see this meme going around again, and as I'm incapable of doing anything that requires more than two neurons firing, please to be amusing me and telling me whether you think I'm fish or fowl. Or, um. Something or other.
Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and comment with your choices. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you. *waves hand* Only if you want to. Now in a handy poll format, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] helens78, here!
calime: (Rodney blue monday)
Those last days I've been ... grumpy.Read more... )

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