You don't have to use google+ with an email account that has all your contacts--I'm not.
Dawn: Is that supposed to scare me? Spike: Little tremble wouldn't hurt.
'The Killer In Me'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Aug 03, 2011 4:59:22 pm PDT #19200 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
sarameg - Aug 03, 2011 5:02:11 pm PDT #19201 of 30001
Use it!
Actually, the insulin allowed him to regain weight. Not sure if it is a cat thing or what. Basically, if his sugar is unregulated (high) he shed weight rapidly. If kept in balance, he would reach a steady weight and plateau. Keep in mind, when I got him, he was 18 lbs. When the diabetes was diagnosed, he was down to 15. With each crisis, and age, he's dropped a bit more. My kitchen scale now has him at 7 lbs 6 oz. The easter crisis, he weighed in at 8.8 on admit, but dropped by the time he left. Another crisis and he almost lost 2 lbs. He doesn't have much more to give.
Amy - Aug 03, 2011 5:03:33 pm PDT #19202 of 30001
Because books.
My kitchen scale now has him at 7 lbs 6 oz.
Wow. He's a fighter, though, huh?
sarameg - Aug 03, 2011 5:05:03 pm PDT #19203 of 30001
More of a lover, with bonus extra lives. Seriously, this cat is between 18 and 20, diabetes for 8 years ( which is unusual in felinity) and just keeps hanging on.
Amy - Aug 03, 2011 5:10:27 pm PDT #19204 of 30001
Because books.
WOW. Puck was fourteen (and a half?) and I thought that was remarkable.
sarameg - Aug 03, 2011 5:13:10 pm PDT #19205 of 30001
He's rather unusual in his longevity, chronic condition not even counting. With it, yeah, miracle cat.
P.M. Marc - Aug 03, 2011 5:14:45 pm PDT #19206 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
My Aunt Cindie's legally Vernelle or something like that. I dunno. No one actually uses that name, not any of her siblings (I mean, I only ever met Moss and Olga, but still, I'm pretty sure none uses the name on her passport for squat) or her niece and nephews or her non-blood relatives like me.
My sister, meanwhile, is legally Cindy, but hasn't gone by that since she was two or three.
Zenkitty - Aug 03, 2011 5:20:47 pm PDT #19207 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
MK sounds like an awesome kitty.
It makes me wonder if I should change it legally (not for google+ purposes, but just for ease)
I've been meaning to change my name legally to the name I've been using for 25 years, but I don't really know how to go about it and I have been lazy. I'd just be switching my first and middle names; it doesn't seem like it should be a big deal.
I'm imagining what Google would have made of my grandfather. His legal name, the one on his birth certificate, was E. P. Haley. His real name, that the attending doctor couldn't spell and so abbreviated, was Epaphroditas. And everyone called him Pete.
Am I the only member of humanity who doesn't think Jeri Ryan is attractive? She's apparently a wonderful person, but in my humble opinion has not a single attractive feature (okay, her legs). Whenever I hear folks talking about how gorgeous and sexy she is, I experience unreconcilable cognitive dissonance.
Jesse - Aug 03, 2011 5:21:50 pm PDT #19208 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
As far as I know, my legal name is not what's on my birth certificate at this point.
amych - Aug 03, 2011 5:23:57 pm PDT #19209 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Yeah, my great-grandma was Recha, but started calling herself Susan as soon as she landed in the US -- neither I nor my dad knew any better until she moved into the nursing home (which in her generation was still a mostly Yiddish-speaking environment; people there could pronounce the R and the CH) and decided to take her original name back.
Name = what they call you. Wallet Name = someone's bureaucratic convenience, but may or may not correspond to anything else.