School Has Started- And Yet, Life Is Good

It's late September now.

Yes, you know this. But my internal calendar is still set to last March. It does this. However, it being this year, and September, I've now been in school for a little over a month.

And, for the first time in years, the first month of school has been a good month.

Why? The PLC, Performance Learning Center. It's part of the public school system here, but it's different- I can learn at my own pace on a computer. I shall finish early! Well, maybe not in math, but I can learn how I want in math!

I suppose this post is mainly because I want to say I Love The PLC. I've just been nervous what with all these cutbacks and things my school district is doing, and the successful schools they're considering modifying or closing, and while the PLC is not yet in danger, I'm just a little worried.

So, oh two readers of my blog- Long Live The PLC!

The Life of Tai

So, as you hopefully know from my description, Prince Tai, the "my cat" of the blog's title, is a large, loud Siamese. And, as I posted a few posts ago, Delilah is a small orange kitten who we have recently aquired. And, in violation of all the laws of catdom, they have somehow become fast friends.
They have different outlooks on life. Delilah is still in the Wrestler Kitty 5000 stage, pouncing on anything that moves and especially anything that is Tai. Tai is a giant cat, finally the toughest cat in the neighborhood, bane of squirrels. He is also a coward and a pretty-boy who spends a very significant amount of time grooming himself.
Both, in a manner worthy of politics, feel that the other should adopt their way of life. Thusly, at this moment downstairs, Tai is attempting to groom Delilah, while she attempts to get him into a headlock.

A Girl and her Cat Tour the Web

Over the next few sporadic posts, I, a self proclaimed internet nerd, and my cat Tai, who occasionally stares at the moving pointy thing on the screen, shall be touring my five favorite Strange Internet Phenomenon. This summer, when home with nothing to do, I have begun an investigative research into the strange and scary online world of Fandom. And I shall share with you, oh two or three people from the NTWF who read my blog, my thougts on some of the things I have found.
But now I am tired. As Tai begins his nighttime prowls, I am forced to abandon this endeavor until tomorrow.

To The Bicycle Thief

We're at the beach right now. Not one of the big touristy beaches- a little island with only family beach houses and sea turtle nests. The people here are friendly and happy. The newspaper is one of those small town papers that prints all the crime reports because usually there aren't any.
Last night someone came and stole my grandfather's bicycle.
I suppose it wasn't that bad. Of the four bicycles sitting out in the yard behind the house, it was the cheapest and the oldest. It had no fancy gears or specially designed seating. They didn't steal any of the others. We were all fine- had no clue anything had happened. And they left a ratty old child's bicycle in the sideyard.
But this is the island, the beach. This is a place away from worries and problems in the city. But I guess whoever it was just had to steal that, too.

Jar Jar, you're a genius

So, this webcomic I absolutly ADORE (Darths and Droids, funniest, nerdiest thing I've read in ages) used the phrase that is my posts title and started this. So now I am involved. Plus, I'm actually gonna post things on this blog now. We've got another cat. Her name is Delilah and while she will not have a starring role in this blog, she is still adorable.

Alienating Political Opinions, BEWARE!

Politics annoy me. Of course, they're important. They determine who's going to wage our wars, or whether they will, who will decide our national course of action, how much everyone else hates the US, whether we care at all, etc.

But they also are basically mudslinging instead of the real point.

According to the Charlotte Observer, in the last debate Hillary and Obama dredged up every scandal they could before they even got to topics such as, oh, say, THE WAR.

I didn't watch the last debate. I watched the Colbert Report, and according to my dad, who did watch the debate, that was a wise decision.

I sort of wish I had watched it, though. If these people might lead my country, I need to watch them so that I can bemoan the state of affairs that has brought everything this low for the last 208 years.

1800- evil, nasty election. Far worse than this one.

To be honest, the early 1800s elections were pretty bad. You had one election where a president elect's wife died before she could become first lady, probably as a result of stress from the opposition's accusation that she'd married her current husband before divorcing her last one. Actually she had, but Andrew and Rachel Jackson had no way of knowing that- they'd been told by a friend coming over the mountains that the divorce was final.

You had another election where both candidates were accused of having illegitamate children. Grover Cleveland confessed and explained how he'd helped the boy. He didn't even want to spill the story on his opponent.

In 1844, James K. Polk was pretty much only elected by fraud and by a third party getting votes from his opponent.

And at the end of his second term, one ex-president commented that "he had only two regrets, never having shot Henry Clay or hanged John C. Calhoun."

I'm gonna go watch Hillary and Barack yell at each other now.

(Quote and most of the info from "To the Best of My Ability" edited by James M. McPherson. Other info source was "White House: Confidential" by Greg Stebben and Jim Morris)