The Purple Dragon Blog

Since I’m no longer at the childcare centre I’ve been looking for work elseware, and I have an interview with a moderately posh dept. stoe next week. So I’ve been out buying professional clothes and presentable shoes, and I’m exhausted and rather short of money. Sadly my hair is blonde again, because having grown it out a little, it was brownish to sort of just above my ears but suddenly blonde the rest of the way.  While I liked my natural, unstreaked hair color, the brown->blonde looked really ratty and unprofessional. So yesterday I got it cut and streaked again. I’m all grumpy about it, because I looked prettily pale with darkish hair, but the blonde hair next to my face gives a yellow tinge to my skin. I feel like Rose, all pink and yellow, dammit.

I’ve got my Supanova costume together, yay: it’s the St Trinians one. All I need to do now is decide, do  want to enter the cosplay singing the St Trinians song, or would that just be lame?

I’d like to thank the world for the large round of indifference regarding Kitt’s death.  Somehow  the fact that she was ‘only’ a guineapig makes people seem to think this invalidates my love for her and the deep pain I feel now she’s gone. Yes, she was a guineapig, but I loved her all the same, she was as much my family as anyone else. How can you put a value on love? Who is to say a guineapig is less deserving of love than humans? For that matter, who’s to say she wasn’t more deserving than a lot of people? My guineapig was loving and gentle and innocent and never hurt my feelings, did cruel things or behaved badly. From that perpective she’s better than a lot of people. Why shouldn’t I grieve her, she was important to me and I built part of my life around her and I loved her. Every time I walk past the pig cage it hurts to not see her little face looking up at me hoping for my attention. It’s like a gnawing hole in my chest. What I’d really like is to hit somebody, it makes me feel so angry that I couldn’t protect her from this.

My little guinea pig died today. We had to have her put down. She’s been a little listless for a couple of weeks, and suddenly she became quite skinny and stopped eating. So we took her to the vet this morning. Diabetes, the vet said. She could smell the ketones on her breath easily. Even if you could treat guieapigs for diabetes, which is almost impossible, it would have been too late with Kitt anyway. The vet asked if Kitt had always been this small, and I said yes, not so thin, but always my tiny pig, and the vet noted that she had probably had diabetes a long time and that was why she never reached normal adult size.

She was such a wonderful piggie, you know. When I first saw her, she was a tiny moving rug with an eager, friendly little face. Dad called her Ruglet because of all her fur. I named her Kitt, after a fanfiction author I adored at the time, when I was sixteen. Whenever I went past the pig cage she’d run out and look up at me, hoping for treats or pats, always so happy to see me. 

Last night I let her sit on my lap for a long time. She moved close to my arm and rested her head on my arm and just lay there peacefully as I stroked her and tried to convince her to eat. Lil Sis took photos for me.

This morning the vet said, I could have her put down or let her die naturally… she was starving herself to death. Could anyone submit their pet to such a terrible death as painful, ill starvation? So I stroked her and talked to her, holding her gently all the way home, singing to her until she died. Then I cried. We will bury her when Lil Sis gets home from school.

I will miss her, and love her very much. That’s all I can say, really.

All of yous pray for my guineapig, please. Small pig is very sick. Going to the vet tomorrow.

*Lil Sis walks into family room, to find Dragon standing in front of guinea pig’s cage, humming a tune*

Dragon: To the left *steps left*

*guinea pig steps sideways in same direction*

Dragon: -to the right! *steps to the right*

*guinea pig steps sidesways in same direction* 

Dragon: Left! *both step left in unison* Right! *both step right in unison* Da da da da…

Lil Sis: What the hell?!

Sorry it’s been so long; I was threatened with terrible fates is I went on the internet when Mum wants me, which is just about all the rare time I spend at home, and the rest of the time Dad was on here.

 Lil Sis went back to school today. She informed me that a friend of hers took her guineapig to the vet…. to find out it had menopause… which I didn’t know guineapigs got…. and I’ve had guineapigs since I was eleven…

You know the Beatles song ‘Yellow Submarine’? ‘We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine’? Three year old S. at work (whose parents listen to older music a fair bit, I gather) came in singing “We all live in a tub of margarine...” She actually thought those were the words…. Lil Sis insists on singing those lyrics now. Personally I fee that the joke is getting old after several weeks.

Have tracked several people from high school down on facebook. Interesting.

 Am thinking of doing a fictional serial on this blog as well as the usual - what do you think?

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*   “Let’s just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he’d be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting ‘All gods are bastards’.”

– Rincewind discussing Twoflower (Terry Pratchett, The Colour of Magic)

Well, I did plan to put something up for Christmas… but it kind of got away from me. So we’ll see.

Christmas was fun, but I think the excitement and the lack of sleep got to me. I worked this out after I ran down the hallway cackling “I’m a Time Lord! I’m a Time Lord!” after showing Lil Sis my new fob watch  (read the ‘fob watch’ entry on wikito understand the reference), so that she followed me in order to tell me that, in actual fact, I am not a Time Lord, which I vehemently denied, which resulted in a brief struggle and me flashing my toy sonic screwdriver at her crying, “sonic the unbeliever!” until she got me in a lock and flashed it in my eyes and told me not to do that any more. See, that is what happens when we do not get enough sleep. And when your little sister is bigger than you are.

I bought an electric keyboard today. I have always wanted to learn to play an instrument, and since I have a job now, I thought, ‘why not?’ So it is bought and will arrive in the next few days.

Hopefully I will get my belated Christmas project up. Bye now.

You find all kinds of photos online…

Christmas is almost here! Yay! It’s the time of year when people take photos of animals in Santa outfits and post them online! Yes! My family are relieved. My usual singing habits (that is, singing things I can’t really sing) has changed to carols, things that I more or less can sing.

One of the indomitable fish is dead. I checked on the kindy fishes this morning to find one belly-up in the fishbowl. It has been listless ever since Terrible Three #1 ran around with it in her hat last week. Fish just don’t do well in hats. There’s not enough oxygen in there.

Yuo guys remember Angus (see blog categories for Angus entries) the cat that turned up and tried to adopt us? Well, he hasn’t been around for ages, but now a new cat has turned up: el Bandito. We don’t know where he’s come from or what. He’s black and white, with mask-like markings around his eyes, like a bandit. He’s very affectionate, mostly, but goes mrowl, mrowl all day and night, attacks our cat, scratched the hell out of Lil Sis when she tried to cart him away from our house. Menace. Bandito indeed.

If I don’t get time to post: merry Christmas!

RaJ (yes, RaJ again) mentioned on his blog that he’d completed a nerd quiz. Of course, I had to have a go. It’s sad really.

Wow… look how long it’s been since I last updated!  8O 

Sorry. Life has been hectic, and I keep getting sick.  I was actually sick on my birthday. I’m nineteen now, but I don’t feel it, because I mostly slept through my birthday, and the parts I didn’t I had a fever and was convinced I was a wizard. (Turns out there was a downside to reading Harry Potter only a day or so before I got sick.) I got an mp3 player though, which I adore, as well as other neat stuff.

The thing I’m most excited about at the moment is the return of Doctor Who to television. (God, I’m such a nerd.) I am very much enjoying season three. I watched an episode last night, with my sister and Dad who have slowly been sucked into watching it along with me every week.

Dad noted that it was odd that no one in the episode wondered why the Doctor was able to instantly identify what the machine did just by watching it, despite it being an experiment in an obscure area of science.

“It’s like the TARDIS,” I pointed out. “In one episode in the first series someone asks the Doctor, won’t anyone notice the TARDIS in the middle of the street? The Doctor goes, ‘listen, someone parks a mysterious blue box in the middle of the street. What do you do? Walk right past it.’ ” I grew thoughtful. “You know, it often astonishes me how people fail to notice the most amazing things, just because they’re too busy going about their life.” I shook my head. “People are always walking past the TARDISes of life.”

My Dad got a most peculiar look on his face.

“That is not an expression,” he said slowly, “that I have ever heard before, nor one that I believe I will ever hear again.”

“You know what I mean,” I chided.

“Yes,” he agreed, “I’m scared that I do.”