Clippers, but not ships.
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changelingI feel so accomplished! I have typed up the Fat Lady Digest minutes (a trifle late, perhaps, but at least they're done) and emailed the people I was supposed to email. Next thing I need to do is ... erm, not switch away from this window and forget what it was precisely I was supposed to do next.
Anyway, I contacted some of our potential feature authors and asked them to "pimp like we were the last whore on earth", as it says in last week's agenda. Well, I didn't say that in so many words. And I was very polite.
Hmm. I need to read more Hermione-centric fics. Maybe this is where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wittgensteinian comes in?
We cut the dog's hair last night. It was an epic adventure. It may not sound like much, but my family has two Maltese-Shitzu crosses: Sam (who under all the fur looks like a Maltese terrier) and Milo (who under all the fur looks like an emperor's sleeve-warmer). Maltese-Shitzus have lots of fur. Lots. Steph keeps making remarks that they look like toys, and I suppose they do. If they were cats they'd be long-hairs. We didn't cut Sam's hair so much as we did shear it. We'd cut bits off that were about an inch and a half long. It was just like all the filmic representations of shearing I'd seen: the fur was kinda stringy, and once you cut away that part (in Sam's case, the matted bits), the hair/fur/wool (whatever) was magically white, and smooth. I can hardly describe it, but if you've seen sheep getting sheared with the old fashioned shears instead of razors (before they're well, y'know, naked, and therefore still have some wool on them), you'll have some inkling of what we're talking about, including the pink skin shining through. Sam was very good about the whole thing. Steph and I worked together, one of us holding, the other clipping, but we hardly had to restrain him at all, even when we were clipping around his ears and the fur just below his eyes (their tears mats the fur there. Very important).
It's so exciting! I have a dog that actually looks like the terrier he is now. He seems to be happy about it, too. Perhaps he just loved the 1/2+ hour of extra attention. He is very pleased with life. I was thinking of posting a pair of small photos - a sort of before and after.
We may try Milo next, but for some reason his fur doesn't get anywhere near as matted as Sam's, and he looks far weirder when trimmed back. Plus Steph and I want sleep tonight. We haven't got to bed until after eleven the last couple of nights.
Monday night we cut Steph's hair.
Last night wecut sheared Sam.
Who knows what adventures in scissors tonight may bring?
Time to leave for Photography soon. I'm not quite as stressed about being on time, as I know I've finished all my assessment items, and so the main thrust of today is burning my semester's work on CD. And probably getting distracted and working on Photoshop. The latter's what I did last week, after I'd finished my work (you should see the Warhol-inspired photo-manipulation of my sister).
Anyway, I contacted some of our potential feature authors and asked them to "pimp like we were the last whore on earth", as it says in last week's agenda. Well, I didn't say that in so many words. And I was very polite.
Hmm. I need to read more Hermione-centric fics. Maybe this is where
wittgensteinian comes in?We cut the dog's hair last night. It was an epic adventure. It may not sound like much, but my family has two Maltese-Shitzu crosses: Sam (who under all the fur looks like a Maltese terrier) and Milo (who under all the fur looks like an emperor's sleeve-warmer). Maltese-Shitzus have lots of fur. Lots. Steph keeps making remarks that they look like toys, and I suppose they do. If they were cats they'd be long-hairs. We didn't cut Sam's hair so much as we did shear it. We'd cut bits off that were about an inch and a half long. It was just like all the filmic representations of shearing I'd seen: the fur was kinda stringy, and once you cut away that part (in Sam's case, the matted bits), the hair/fur/wool (whatever) was magically white, and smooth. I can hardly describe it, but if you've seen sheep getting sheared with the old fashioned shears instead of razors (before they're well, y'know, naked, and therefore still have some wool on them), you'll have some inkling of what we're talking about, including the pink skin shining through. Sam was very good about the whole thing. Steph and I worked together, one of us holding, the other clipping, but we hardly had to restrain him at all, even when we were clipping around his ears and the fur just below his eyes (their tears mats the fur there. Very important).
It's so exciting! I have a dog that actually looks like the terrier he is now. He seems to be happy about it, too. Perhaps he just loved the 1/2+ hour of extra attention. He is very pleased with life. I was thinking of posting a pair of small photos - a sort of before and after.
We may try Milo next, but for some reason his fur doesn't get anywhere near as matted as Sam's, and he looks far weirder when trimmed back. Plus Steph and I want sleep tonight. We haven't got to bed until after eleven the last couple of nights.
Monday night we cut Steph's hair.
Last night we
Who knows what adventures in scissors tonight may bring?
Time to leave for Photography soon. I'm not quite as stressed about being on time, as I know I've finished all my assessment items, and so the main thrust of today is burning my semester's work on CD. And probably getting distracted and working on Photoshop. The latter's what I did last week, after I'd finished my work (you should see the Warhol-inspired photo-manipulation of my sister).