Daniel Day-Lewis as a lawyer?
Oct. 9th, 2008 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoonAt work, we get multiple copies of The American Lawyer, a particular news source for all things lawyer-ish. The October issue's cover features the headline, "In A Down Market, Oil And Energy Prices Boom." The image accompanying the words is a thick, dripping black oil slick resembling blood, with words carved out: "There Will Be Lawyers." I just about laughed my head off.
Rose has taught herself to play fetch. Her toys of choice are my thick, multi-colored elastic hair ties, preferably from Goody or Conair. I've never seen a cat get so excited and puppy-like over a game of fetch. She'll yell at you loudly, dancing on her hind legs, until you throw the elastic. Then she'll take off galloping with literal clouds of dust behind her (not really), trot back with a smile and her tail wagging, drop the elastic at your feet, and occasionally thrill to a game of tug-of-war that is heart-stoppingly adorable. This can all go on for an hour, easily. Sometimes Jupiter joins in. Those two are amazing together.
She's getting so big now.
We've taken to nicknaming her The Nudge, because of her tendency to crawl all over us, head-butting and body-rubbing, without settling down for more than a few seconds. I think that she has completely turned us into substitute mothers. When we brought her home in June, a tiny eight-week-old ball of fluff, she had been calling for her mother and siblings, staring at me with panicked, desperate eyes, and I picked her up and nuzzled her, and I think she understood that I'd be Mama and Adam would be Daddy from then on. I think she's taken that quite literally.
Rose has taught herself to play fetch. Her toys of choice are my thick, multi-colored elastic hair ties, preferably from Goody or Conair. I've never seen a cat get so excited and puppy-like over a game of fetch. She'll yell at you loudly, dancing on her hind legs, until you throw the elastic. Then she'll take off galloping with literal clouds of dust behind her (not really), trot back with a smile and her tail wagging, drop the elastic at your feet, and occasionally thrill to a game of tug-of-war that is heart-stoppingly adorable. This can all go on for an hour, easily. Sometimes Jupiter joins in. Those two are amazing together.
She's getting so big now.
We've taken to nicknaming her The Nudge, because of her tendency to crawl all over us, head-butting and body-rubbing, without settling down for more than a few seconds. I think that she has completely turned us into substitute mothers. When we brought her home in June, a tiny eight-week-old ball of fluff, she had been calling for her mother and siblings, staring at me with panicked, desperate eyes, and I picked her up and nuzzled her, and I think she understood that I'd be Mama and Adam would be Daddy from then on. I think she's taken that quite literally.
