Just call me Dr. Claw...

Am feeling somewhat wiped out at the moment. Wonderful Husband and I spent a large chunk of yesterday going around looking at possible resources for a project we've embarked on, and found a few possibilities. Whether or not any of them pan out... well, we'll see. Today we spent a few pleasant hours meeting up with friends and stopped in at Tenshi no Sumika, the LA-area Volks store. I admit to not finding too many of the ball-jointed dolls all that attractive, but there were a few there that I thought weren't too bad. I actually started getting "I'd kind of like one" vibes, but that was cured well enough by looking at the "Tools and Materials" page on their website later. Too much stuff just to take care of a doll!

They're going to be slurrying our street this week, so Wonderful Husband and I bicycled over to my parents' place this evening and caught a ride back with my sister. The theory is we can park our cars over there in the evenings and bike in and out to them from home. If nothing else, it'll be good exercise.

The neighbors two doors down from us are getting successively more annoying. Not only do they have a five-month-old yippy puppy to which they pay no attention, simply leaving it out on their patio all the time, but they've also taken to having rap parties on their patio, not just in the afternoon, but at midnight. *feral snarl* This is why I have cats. They're quiet. (Even if neither of them is a white Persian so I cannot be an evil genius stroking them and plotting world domination. Still, one takes what one can get. Does a mostly-white non-Persian qualify me to plot domination of at least Orange County?)