Another seriously awesome idea.
I wish Xander had died instead of Tara. His death would have pushed Willow to the dark side, fulfilling the season six storyline. Then Nicholas Brendon could have haunted the Scoobies as The First for all season seven. THAT would have been chilling. He does evil so very well.
Here’s the deal: I live in Auckland. I’m moving back to Canada on Sunday. Today is Thursday. My local used bookstore isn’t buying at the moment. TradeMe requires certain things I don’t want to commit to right before I leave the country. I can’t take these babies home with me because they’re blooming heavy and I have limited room in my suitcase.
I want to sell them as a lot. How’s $35 NZD for eleven books sound?
The catch: you must be an Auckland resident willing to come to Parnell and pick them up no later than Saturday evening. I’m afraid I don’t have time to work out shipping and packaging for an out-of-town purchase. You must pay cash, since I’ve got to close my bank account. The books come as a lot.
They are:
I’ll also throw in some short fiction magazines (Penguin New Writing, Analog and the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction) if that sort of thing is to your liking.
Interested? Send me an e-mail at xicanti AT gmail DOT com.
If you’d asked me how I’d feel about this much purple, I’d have said I was against it. Turns out, I’d’ve been lying.
(Source: bookshelves)
Why are my DVDs in Canada? Why? Why? WHY?
(Source: angelicslayer, via danikathelesbrarian)
Well, Squeak has found a new home. A family came to meet her the very day I posted about the cat eviction. Their Cornish Rex recently died, and they thought Squeak sounded like just the cat to fill the hole in their lives. She hit it off with them, and they with her, so they took her home that night.
I didn’t expect to lose her so soon. I thought it’d be a week or two, at least, before anything was settled.
I’m glad she’s found such a nice new family, though. They’re thrilled to have her. The guy came back the next day with a lovely thank-you card and some chocolates. He says Squeak is settling in nicely, and has decided to sleep at the foot of his son’s bed.
I still miss her like crazy. I keep looking for her so I can fulfill my daily small animal cuddling quota. Alas, it seems likely to go unfilled until I’m back with Murchie in May.
Tessa’s still officially here, but she hasn’t been home much. I saw her for a little while today, but I’m not sure she even came in the house yesterday. A couple of people are interested in her, though, if we can persuade her to stay at home long enough to meet them.
(Click the post title to see the listing).
I got some sad news this morning.
Our neighbors have been complaining about Tessa and Squeak, my flatmate’s cats. Our immediate neighbor is a considerably older gentleman who’s got it into his head that we never feed them. (They have food and fresh water out at all times; they’re both just naturally skinny). He gripes about having to give them food, and about how often they come to visit. (He gives them free food. Of course they’re going to frequent his deck). The upstairs neighbor is also upset that they come on her balcony.
These complaints have escalated over the past few months. Tessa in particular is used to being an indoor/outdoor cat, so keeping them inside all the time isn’t an option. My flatmate has looked into moving, but the only available property nearby is quite a bit more expensive than this place (though it could be a consideration if the owner comes back with a lower price). I’d look into taking them back to Canada, but I don’t leave for another three and a half months and have no one who could care for them before I arrive. (My mother, who’s helping with Murchie, is allergic to cats). Besides, they’re warm-weather kitties, and it’s the middle of winter there. The only option seems to be to find them a new kiwi home with more space and fewer neighbors.
They’re currently up on TradeMe, New Zealand’s answer to eBay. If you’re in New Zealand, I’d appreciate it if you could take a look and see if you might like to welcome one or both of them into your home. If you’re not in New Zealand, I’d be grateful if you could reblog this or tweet it so lots of people see. We’d prefer to see them to go to someone in Auckland, just because it’d be easier for the person to come and see them before they make a decision, but the most important thing is that they find a nice, loving new home.
This is quite upsetting. I knew I’d having to say goodbye to them at the end of April anyways, but my flatmate had no such expectation. Tessa’s been with her for years.
Thought I’d jump on the bandwagon. Here goes!
I’ve:
Do we overlap at all, you and me?
