Even Godzilla is Laughing at Me

October 9, 1996




I finally ordered the new Mac 7600/132, with a 17" Sony monitor and 48MB RAM. I was gonna get 256MB but couldn't imagine what I'd do with it right now. Maybe I'll ask the family for more memory for Christmas. That'll get 'em - forcing them to buy Macintosh hardware! Yeah. Like last year I asked for May Sarton's final journal and the poor little brother who drew my name (Thomas) had to trek over to New Words to get it. Yes, force a guy to go to a feminist bookstore. Cute. I hope Donald gets my name this year 'cause he'd be the least likely to order anything Macintosh even if it came in a plain brown wrapper. so anyway the little plastic poseable Godzilla action figure I keep on top of my monitor fell down and landed on his little sound button so he's doing his screaming number and one hand (claw?, paw?) is resting on his knee - even Godzilla finds this Macintosh thing kneeslappingly funny.

I'm sitting here in a combination of "spending vast sums of money" anxiety and new hardware high. The Mac'll be here tomorrow so I suppose I should hold off on rejoicing until I get it up and running. Gee, and now I can plug in that scanner I bought last week that won't run on this little box with its 8MB.


Cats: It was another weird day at the cat shelter. At least Juliette didn't hurt me. I walked in this morning and immediately asked: "what's Elliot doing here?" He was adopted months ago and I thought it was working out. No such luck. Apparently he terrorized the owner's dog and made life miserable for everybody. Elliot needs a one on one living situation I guess.

I was cleaning Peanut's cage when Wispie decided to terrorize Peanut. Now, Peanut is tiny - a kitten who just moved into the main room from the sick room last week- and is very timid. I was petting Peanut and cleaning around her when Wispie jumped in hissing. Instinctively I grabbed Wispie to move her out of the cage. Wispie was too quick for me and she grabbed me instead. Ouch. She drew blood. My arm stung for the rest of the day. Peanut cowered in her snuggie bed. Arrggghh! Wispie is not normally a terror but she was into following me around and messing with cats and cleaning supplies today. Gee, Wispie, don't help! OK?

Tibet brought in some homemade muffins and left them on the desk. A bunch of the cats got into them and were chowing down on cranberry muffin strewing crumbs everywhere. Roberta asked Tibet if she had given the muffin to the cats or they had gotten it out of the bag themselves and Tibet exploded in rage. She screamed incoherently at Roberta. She stormed into the laundry room and didn't come out until Roberta had stormed out to the parking lot for a cigaret. They usually take their smoking break together. A few minutes later Tibet gathered her things and left for the day. Leaving us with mountains of laundry to fold. I really have no idea what happened. It was incomprehensible. But then most everything she does/says is incomprehensible.

Eileen told me The Crucible is opening in Boston and LA on November 19 or 20. I should dress Wilbur up in a tux for the premiere! :-)


I didn't get much sleep last night because of the wind and rain. The noise kept waking me up. And when the storm wasn't bugging me, it was bugging Wilbur and Wilbur bugged me. He ran frantically around the house from window to window checking on the storm. He was terriffied. Nancy's right: Wilbur has Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
Who can write a novel with all this going on? All what? I seem to have gotten a life.
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