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Barfcat Broke His Camera

Sep. 27th, 2009 | 01:51 pm

I have been so busy with my homework that I really haven't done much of anything worthy of writing about over the past few weeks!  I am learning very much in all of my classes, though.  I'm finding organic chemistry to be particularly challenging and enjoyable.  It's a little difficult to wrap my tiny tabby head around molecule shapes and functional groups, but it is quite interesting.  I'm thinking about being a biochemistry major, even.  We'll see how that pans out, though.  My camera broke as well, (and I seem to have misplaced my webcam), so I cannot provide a picture update right now.  I can, however, provide you with a link to a blog I have enjoyed reading these past few days: Save Your Breath For Running Ponies.  It's science, delivered in the most delightful way. 

You must be thinking, "Barfcat, you can't have possibly spent all this time doing nothing but schoolwork!" and I must say, you are right.  I have spent some time exploring the area around my campus.  I might have to put a stop to these walks and hikes, to my dismay, because it is getting awfully chilly.  That's to be expected, I suppose; it's almost October!  I welcome the cooler weather with open arms, even if it means I need to cut back on my outside expeditions.  Wrapping up in a blanket and watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel is just as enjoyable, and a little more relaxing, and much more warm. 

Anyway, I'm going shopping for a Halloween costume today, so I should put a stop to this journal writing for now.  Farewell, until we meet again, Journal!

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Barfcat Experiences Music

Aug. 3rd, 2009 | 04:10 pm

Oh my goodness!  It has been almost a year since I last updated my journal.  I don't know how the blogging community does it!  I have done many interesting things but it seems like I've been so busy that I just haven't been able to keep the internet updated about them at all.  I'm sorry!  But, I will try again.  I dusted off the cover of my LiveJournal, filled my metaphorical pen with fresh ink, and am ready for another go before the school year begins again. 

Speaking of "going," I went to the
NorVa for my first concert ever!  It was a little overwhelming, to be honest.  The band that was playing, Gogol Bordello, is a gypsy punk band that hails from New York.  I have only heard two of their songs before, but I didn't have anything else to do so I thought I would go and watch their show.  The venue was very dark, and the floor was lit only by a chandelier that was very, very high up.  I had a spot in the back for a number of reasons, and it seemed okay until the band started to play and everything filled up!  It was difficult to see, me being so short and all.  I made due as any resilient orange tabby would. 

They had an opening band called DeLeon play before Gogol Bordello came on.  It started off by a man climbing a very tall speaker and banging a great big drum.  The rest of the band came out and started to play while the drum man climbed down and sat at his drum set.


This was DeLeon just getting started.


The music DeLeon played was very different and not in English!  I did not understand very much of it, but the beats were enjoyable.  I managed to get two more pictures.


This is the singer!


He said we were a great audience and wanted a picture, so I took one, too.


They were selling T-shirts and CDs at the merchant counter.  The band had decided to make an "Ultimate Combo Pack," which included a CD, a T-shirt, and friendship for $25.00 USD.  Friendship!  I didn't know you could buy friendship.  I would have bought it except I only had ten dollars with me.  Maybe I will see them again and be prepared with more money next time.  I went home and looked DeLeon up and found their Myspace page.  Their music made more sense once I realized what they were all about. 


Anyways, DeLeon left and there was a long time before Gogol came on.  I took a good look around me and saw a lot of interesting people!  There was a man with a very long beard who literally danced wherever he went. It was mesmerizing.  There were people with mohawks and chains, and people in top hats and britches.  The crowd was very diverse.  I snapped a photo, too, while we idled about.
 

It's not a very good photo.
 
Then, finally, the people up front started to cheer and the band came on stage!  A big banner of the band's logo, a hand holding a slingshot, unraveled and hung from the ceiling.
 

Gogol Bordello: Gypsy Punks!

They were very lively and occasionally had two very pretty Asian women come sing back-up vocals and dance around stage.  The drummer guy even had a Lucha mask at one point, which was slightly upsetting and entertaining at the same time.  They had instruments I definitely wasn't expecting, like an accordion or a violin, but they really added a special flavor to the music.  The part that impressed me most, though, was that it was so loud.  Every time a drum would beat or the music would swell, I would feel the music go through me until it felt like I was the music.  The beat of the music became the beat of my tiny tabby heart, filled to the brim with power and passion and oneness with the strangers around me.  To my left was a woman dancing beautifully to the music, recruiting others to join her in her need to illustrate the music with the motion of human bodies.  The crowd heard the same music, saw the same players, sang the same words, and moved the same ways.  It was a marvelous, delightful feeling of belonging even if it lasted only until the lights came up and the last but of sound floated in the air.  Oh, dear.  Listen to me ramble! 

Gogol Bordello finished up and went off stage, but everyone shouted "Encore! Encore!" except me, of course.  Please rest assured I gurgled my loudest in order to entice them back on stage (to the dismay of those around me, I'm certain.)  They did come back, though, and played two more songs!  I managed to get one last picture before they left for good.
 

One last time!

For not knowing the band at all, I enjoyed myself a good lot.  I cannot wait to go see a band that I am familiar with.  I think that will be a blast.


 
 

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Barfcat Becomes Art

Aug. 24th, 2008 | 12:38 am

Something very exciting happened today: somebody talked to me, voluntarily, without retching or looking nervous.  I had taken care of some business on campus and was on my way home when, as I walked down the stairs, a Chinese man said, "Stop.  Hold your position.  You are a masterpiece."  I listened, and watched as he whipped out a sketchpad, pens, and pencils and went to work.  When he was done he called me over and handed me the work.  "Your portrait," he smiled, "a perfect likeness of your inner chi."  I am thrilled!  If I were from Asia, surely I would look like this:


Thank you very much, random Chinese campus artist!  A very fitting likeness indeed.

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Barfcat Gets Ready for School

Aug. 21st, 2008 | 11:40 am

It's time to stop my summer adventures and go back to school, I suppose.  I have all my supplies gathered up and I'm ready to start classes.  I'm very excited.  Knowledge doesn't discriminate, you know.  It might be impossible to make friends but it's never impossible to learn. 
In the spirit of going back to school, that same internet friend of mine has made an animated icon of me in "college garb", with lined notebook paper for a background and "BLEH" written in what looks like red pen.  (God help you if you ever receive a graded paper from one of your teachers or professors with BLEH written across the top in red ink.)  As for the college garb, apparently all college students have sunglasses and messenger bags?  I do not question her logic.  Perhaps college is like that somewhere.

                                                                                          

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Barfcat Goes to the Beach

Aug. 8th, 2008 | 02:20 pm

This took very long!  I'm sorry, Journal.  Did you miss me?  I finally got my pictures back from Wal-Mart.  To tell you the truth, I got them back a few days ago, but I've dreaded discussing my beach trip with you.  Why, you ask?  I believe the answer to that can be summed up in one photograph.



This was before it got bad.  Perhaps I should begin at the beginning--the logical place to start.
I went to the Outer Banks in North Carolina for a few days to enjoy the sand and the water.  I stayed in a fairly nice hotel room a little ways away from the beach.  The walk to the beach in the morning was pleasant: little song birds flitting everywhere, the salty air tickling my nose and teasing me with what was soon to come, and me in my steel blue swim trunks padding happily down the asphalt path, towel in hand and a song in my little lonely heart.  The beach isn't too crowded at ten in the morning, so I usually found a nice spot not too far from the water, but not too close either.  Every day started out like this, despite my better judgment. 
The first day: It had been a long while since I had a chance to play in the surf, so I sat and splashed around while I watched some rad and eager surfer dudes dance with Mother Ocean, or whatever they call it these days. As the sun rose higher, I decided to make a sand castle.   I did a fairly decent job of it, too, without shovels or buckets or other things.  I used seashells and my own paws to shape the towers and the keep, and other parts that I'm sure have names though I am not sure what they might be.  I went back to my towel and got my disposable camera and scribbled a note on the pad of paper I carry with me.  A kind, portly old man with a T-shirt tan and red Hawaiian-style trunks was nearby so I handed him my camera and the note.  "EXCUSE ME, BUT WILL YOU BE SO KIND AS TO TAKE MY PICTURE WITH MY SANDCASTLE?"  He agreed with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, making the sound of a dumbfounded tourist.  He must have been impressed by my handiwork, or at least that's what I'd like to think.  In reality, he was probably gagging at the sight of me.  In any case, he held the camera up to his eye and fumbled with the shutter button.  I knelt happily next to my sandcastle, arms held out like Vanna White presenting a new letter or a prize on the Wheel of Fortune.  Then, the sky went dark, and the sand became dappled with shadows.  Just before the fat tourist man finally pressed the shutter, a seagull swooped down and caused me to assume the position you see in the photograph, while his accomplice simultaneously decided landing on my castle would be a grand idea and took out the whole western wall.  Then, the squawking rats called their buddies over and about fifteen of the buggers took turns pecking and plucking at me and my treasure-trove of vomit.  That's disgusting, even to me--me, Barfcat, "Lord of the Vomit."  Thankfully, some kind beach-goers chased them off and I was able to enjoy some more time on the beach, though my castle lay in ruins at my feet.  The rest of the day was spent dodging seagulls and trying not to get sand in my wounds.  The salt water stung like iodine, but I still went for a swim.  I went back at night and watched the stars, alone, the night air chilly but pleasant in my fur. 
The rest of my time in the Outer Banks flowed similarly, though the seagulls attacked in lesser numbers.  I found some nice seashells, but somebody took them from my towel when he thought I wasn't looking.  I hope he enjoys them, they were indeed very pretty.  My ears got a little sunburnt, but that's all.  Fortunately, I always have a nice golden tan.  I can appreciate it if nobody else can, at least.
You may have noticed my icon is of a suave black kitty with sunglasses, who pronounces that it is "friggin' sweet."  Despite the terrors of my vacation, it was pretty "friggin' sweet."  Because, well, I got to go to the beach!  Always look for the sunny side of things, and wear sunglasses when necessary.

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Return of the Barfcat

Jul. 27th, 2008 | 12:58 pm

Hello again!  I got back from the beach a few days ago. I took some photographs and dropped them off at Wal-Mart to get developed.  I'll tell you more about the beach when I get my photos back, though.  I think photos make any story much more enjoyable.
For now, I'm really excited about Shark Week on the Discovery Channel.  It's my favorite TV event.  I find those cartilaginous killing machines absolutely fascinating.  Did you know that some sharks are capable of reproducing asexually (a phenomena labeled "parthenogenesis")?  There have only been two recorded instances of parthenogensis in sharks, but isn't it amazing?  I think it only happens in dire situations, and the resulting offspring is genetically identical to its mother-- thus limiting the gene diversity immensely.  The very idea that such a deadly predator could just clone itself, though, is terrifying!  Oh, dear, I hope I don't have nightmares because of this...
Anyhow, I brought up Shark Week because someone has made a series of icons of me.  One of them depicts me with a shark fin and a shark hat, puking up some sort of chummy substance.  It's a little weird that someone would make icons of me, but also amusing.  I'm posting them to my User Info page if you would like to see them.
Lastly, I uploaded more user icons for myself today.  I will conquer you yet, LiveJournal!  It's only a matter of time before I put together a layout for you.

                                                                                        

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Barfcat Explores the Internet

Jul. 18th, 2008 | 11:44 pm

 Hello again, Journal.  I've been trying to get acquainted with the Internet.  Are you as excited about that as I am?  I sure hope so.  I've been wandering the corridors and have come across many great and terrible things.  LOLcats, for instance, are very amusing.  Accidentally finding myself looking at naked humans is not.  I must learn to be wary.  Experience is a necessity in all things, I suppose.  In any case, I stumbled upon some webcomics.  This particular one strikes a cord with me, although I do not need a pill to disprove the theory of conservation of mass!  Maybe I deserve an award, too....  
Do you see how I inserted that link?  I am feeling a little proud of myself.  I'm trying to learn HTML and CSS so I can personalize you, Journal.  But I'm going on a trip soon, so I might not be able to do that for a while.  I'm going south and will spend a few days at the beach.  I'll try to take some pictures!  I'm sure they'll come out nicely.  I have things to do tomorrow, so I should get some sleep.  Goodnight!

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Barfcat joins the Internet

Jul. 16th, 2008 | 02:32 pm

 Hello, Journal!  I never spent very much time on my computer before, so everything is new and a little exciting.  I'm trying to figure out how to work this website; it's a little difficult, isn't it?  I uploaded some user pictures.  See the one I have now?  It's very fitting, I think.  Oh, I should introduce myself before I go on any further.  My name is Barfcat.  Nice to meet you.  I think I should let you know that I have a bit of a disability.  I've had it forever, it seems, so it doesn't bother me very much, but others tend to become upset when they look at me.  I am constantly vomiting, and as such, am somewhat of a medical mystery.  It's a passive sort of puking, so I'm not constantly heaving like normal people do when they barf.  As a result, I can live an otherwise normal life.  I like to travel to new places and see new things, and I like to learn and do rather enjoy photography.  I'm sure it's not hard to believe that I have difficulty speaking... So, I'm looking forward to sharing my thoughts with you, Journal, because I can't exactly share them out loud!  Before I go, here's a picture of me.  I took it with my webcam, so it's grainy and a little dark.  That's okay though, right?

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