You probably knew this was coming, but assuming all conditions were met what type of large breed dog would you want if you had your way? :D
A Shiloh Shepherd is my first choice! Stiffler had that breed once upon a time, and it’s very quickly grown to be one of my favorite breeds. They’re very intelligent, loyal, big-hearted and easy to train.
I have a soft spot for anything that resembles a large wolf (like Saarloos wolfdogs) or a medium coyote. One of my ancestors in Wyoming actually trapped coyotes and trained them to protect her sheep ranch, so it’s probably something inherited. As long as it was raised with and/or even-tempered around cats (as some coyote-cross-species, shepherds and wolf-dogs tend to be a little nippy around small pets), then I think it would be a good match for what I would need in a therapy dog.
Basically I just want a big, black wolf that I can teach a million commands to.
Not sure if this question has been asked before, but, have you ever considered owning a dog? Do you and K prefer Cats?
Well, I’m K. Hi.
And actually, I prefer dogs. Cats seem to cling to me like glue, but I suspect it’s because I’m considered one of them and they respect my upright-walking abilities and hope to glean the power of opening cans from my awkward, hairless body.
We’ve talked about owning a dog, but it comes down to space. I would want to have a space that had a large backyard before we adopted a dog and a little more square footage, since I prefer very big dogs. If those two things were taken care of, then yes: we’d probably adopt a dog and have it properly trained as a therapy dog for me. That’s pretty much the dream!
“Isn’t it time to acknowledge the ugly side? I’ve grown quite weary of the spunky heroines, brave rape victims, soul-searching fashionistas that stock so many books. I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains. Not ill-tempered women who scheme about landing good men and better shoes (as if we had nothing more interesting to war over), not chilly WASP mothers (emotionally distant isn’t necessarily evil), not soapy vixens (merely bitchy doesn’t qualify either). I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”—Gillian Flynn, speaking about her novel Sharp Objects (via turquoise-rings)
Recent picture made me think you're not white are you?
I’m honestly not sure how to answer this.
Simply put: No.
Half of me is pretty white, the other half is definitely not. But I also don’t know exactly what the other half is, other than “really not fucking white.” Due to circumstances that have been previously explained, my paternal side wasn’t around to explain himself in detail, for all the wrong reasons.
So, while I don’t look like any of my (half, but fully loved) siblings, while I don’t have the same hair or skin as them or my mother, while the features on my face are definitively skewed as “ethnic” by most, so that I get stopped on the street and asked where I’m from… I don’t really know how to identify. It impacts me, it’s still awkward for me.
One of the things I’m planning on doing this year (potentially for my birthday) is getting a Human Genome Test to trace my DNA, which is a bigger can of worms to open up, for another day…
I’ve been in a post-apocalyptic mood lately, due primarily to the Comic-Con trailer for Mad Max: Fury Road (God, it looks so fucking good), so I felt like writing a little poem-thingy that I’ve been thinking about over the past few days while listening to a couple choice songs to help spur up some inspiration. I wanted it to be a bit longer but I couldn’t remember some of the lines I had originally thought up so this is the best I could come up with. I guess that will teach me to write things down if I want to remember them. Enjoy!
I see the light break through the window
And I see in the dark
And I hear the people hark – The culling of the night
And I hear the violent wind
And I hear the children cry
And I see the people die – Caught by the widowmaker
And as the birds feast the flesh
And they pick at the bone
I watch from the castle of stone – And wait for it to end
a question regarding the BS about blood relatives being able to keep you from seeing your spouse or vise versa, what if you've changed your name or legally disowned those relatives or put through the paperwork required to remove your association from them. I mean hospitals need some kind of proof don't they? You can't just go to a hospital and say "The androgynous person in room 308 with the tooth gap and habit of tossing bed pans at orderlies and hitting on nurses is my sister can I see her?"
what if you’ve changed your name
A name change means very little if you don’t have binding paperwork to a person with the same last name. I.E., you couldn’t legally change your name to “Smith” and expect to be part of the “Smith” family from then on.
or legally disowned those relatives
There is no fool-proof way to disown relatives. Trust me, we’ve tried to with Stiffler’s mother, and it’s a fucking hassle. All you can do is cut off contact with them, file a restraining order (which is tricky, since you need some evidence, especially if they live in the same town as you, that the order is needed) and fill out legal paperwork cutting them out, such as a Living Will, which we already have.
put through the paperwork required to remove your association from them
Again, aside from breaking off all contact with them and filing a restraining order (and having to renew it every year), there is absolutely no foolproof way to remove your ties from blood relatives. In many courts, their association is (and has been) upheld moreso than a same-sex spouse.
I mean hospitals need some kind of proof don’t they
Yes and no. Generally, hospitals are pretty trusting of your association with ill family members in a pinch, but they will eventually require you to fill out paperwork, provide IDs, proof of family, etc.
In a hypothetical situation, if Stiffler was in hospital and their (estranged, terrible, cut-out-of-our-life) former “mother” came and asked the hospital Staff to remove me, and a different family member said “Yes, that’s her (former) blood mother,” then the hospital Staff would more than likely remove me without any proof of identity on my part or hers.
How clean do y'all keep your living space for the cats? And if/when I get my own cat, how much should I train my eye to better secure things than can be knocked down from high places?
We keep our home pretty clean in general, the cats have full run of the house every day and are allowed in every room, so it’s best for us to be neat freaks. Most people are surprised to learn we have cats because it doesn’t smell “cat like” in our home. (We also light a lot of incense, but that’s beside the point. In my experience, cat funk overpowers most incense.)
Peter sheds something fierce (to be fair, so do I), so we usually vacuum or sweep every 3-4 days, maybe with a light sweeping in between, and brushing down our fabric surfaces with a rubber or wool fur pick-up. Our couch is microsuede, a good material to have around cats because you can wipe it clean and scrape any errant claw marks out of it.
We feed them a nice diet of grain-free food with supplemental oil for their coats. It’s important to keep their dishes very clean, too — aside from the obvious health concerns, they can also develop acne on their muzzles from having dirty bowls. Their dishes are usually cleaner than ours. Otherwise, we give the whole house a scrub-down weekly (or twice weekly) and a deep-clean monthly.
Their litter station is on a tile floor and stocked with a litter locker, dust buster (for stray litter) and disinfecting wipes. I would recommend getting some Nature’s Miracle pet spray to combat any messes, as it’s safe for kitties. Luckily, we keep the litter box very clean, so there haven’t been messes in ages. If you won’t be home to clean the litter very often, I’d recommend getting an automatic litter box that cleans itself. You still have to empty it (best done daily if you don’t want poop/pee smells infusing your home).
As for securing precious objects: definitely do that. Every cat is different, but most are curious, athletic little bastards. Konstantin broke a two-century old tea cup the first day he was here. If there is a surface for them to explore/wiggle into/jump onto/etc., they probably will. They don’t know any better, so it’s up to you to teach them. I usually give our cats verbal warnings (with maybe a clap to get their attention) and then gently remove them from the surface, followed by positive reinforcement (petting/treats). As many times as it takes. This method has worked for both Konstantin and Peter, who know not to jump on counters, mantles, dressers, stoves, heaters, sinks, cupboards, etc., etc. and has the benefit that they respond to my verbal warnings quickly and without fail, a great tool for their safety. Jiji is picking up on it, he’s still a kitten.
Also, plants — they will find and eat your plants, so be sure to only grow cat-safe plants indoors. Cat grass aids in digestion and looks adorable, too. And be attentive to any dangerous chemicals, etc. they could get into; our cats have opened cupboard doors, pantries and closets with ease.
And please, please, please keep cats indoors. As much of a health and safety risk (for animals and humans) it is to have free-roaming outdoor cats, it’s also rapidly depleting native bird populations. (And no, don’t argue with me about outdoor cats, I won’t change my mind, not ever.) Get your kitty a microchip implant just in case it should get out and possibly a breakaway collar with their info on it — I prefer the ones that say “I’m Lost!” instead of their name.
And don’t declaw your cats. That’s amputation and is usually permanently painful. In a lot of countries it’s illegal because it’s considered inhumane. If you don’t want a creature clawing up your furniture/clothes/whatever, don’t get a cat — it will inevitably happen. RIP my favorite pants.
Otherwise, our home is stocked with scratching surfaces, enough toys that the floors look positively sprinkled with them and plenty of soft surfaces (and boxes) to keep the kitties comfy.
It’s good for your health and theirs to keep everything clean and shiny, so be careful to know what you’re getting into and the amount of work (and money — good food, vet visits, flea treatments, etc.) it might take before you dive into pet ownership. A cat isn’t a decorative object; it’s a living, breathing, dumb little turdhat you are responsible for. If you treat it as such, you shouldn’t have a hard time at all keeping everything in its right place.
Thank you thank you thank you for that last page of Find Chaos. I don't know if you were hinting at homophobia or mental illness but the whole page made me cry and really let me know that someone was out there who got it. Finally finally got it. Like Mary I was thrown away by many people and every time I see others even monsters described in black and white I get upset all over again and ugh. I just really really needed this comic in my life. Thank you muchly for all you two do.
Thank youfor the sweet words and for understanding the tone of the page.
As a personal note, it was about a lot of things — mostly about mental illness, because that’s something I deal with daily — and the absolutes (black and whites, as you said) that people still make out mental illness to be. It was also about simply being othered, whether that’s because of your brain weasels, your race, your gender, your sexuality, etc., etc.
The long and the short of that specific page was that no one is a “monster” just because of who they inherently are, and society is too quick to judge and be intolerant of others for their innate differences.
I hope you enjoy the rest of this Chapter of FindChaos, it will be a doozy.