I can has vets bill nao?

Hrrmph. Young Sir has spent the weekend dallying unproductively with his litter-tray, only finally having a decent pee half an hour before his vet appointment; which is of course exactly wrong timing, because now we want a urine sample for testing, and he is shut up in the bathroom with some clever crystals until we get one. However much he scrabbles at the door, and however much other damage he does. It could be some time; I don't think cats pee that often, even when they don't have presumptive infections. Sigh...

Barry is spending most of his time hanging around just outside the bathroom. Whether he's lonely or jealous or sneering, I can't work out.

Meantime, I'm supposed to be working. Suppose away. I think I might go downstairs and make some melon & star anise jam, in ongoing pursuit of new resolution to cook stuff I can give away in jars. I have melons, I have lemons, I have star anise; what more do I need? (I had hoped to find a recipe for melon rind pickle, so as to waste nothing; but googling for it only produces an endless list of recipes for watermelon rind pickle, which this is not. I guess no one pickles regular melon rinds. Damn.) Yesterday's peach & chilli chutney was a bit of a triumph, frankly; v nice with pork pie, anyway. And the house still smells of sweet spiciness, which is good.

And I have no concentration, so I might as well listen to the cricket, mightn't I? While I wait for a cat to pee. Good grief...

Can't remember who I came out as last time, but I don't think it was...

Your Score: The Oracle

33% Extroversion, 100% Intuition, 27% Emotiveness, 76% Perceptiveness

Heuristic, detached, and analytical to a fualt, you are most like The Oracle. You are able to tackle any subject with a fine toothed comb, and you possess an ability to pinpoint nuances and shades of meaning that other people do not have and cannot understand. Accomplishment and realization of ideas are, for you, secondary to the rigorous exploration of ideas and questions -- you are, first and foremost, a theorist. You hate authority, convention, tradition, and under no circumstances do you accept a leadership role (although, you will gladly advise leadership when they're going astray, whether they want you to or not). Abstraction and generalities are your interests, details and particulars are usually inconsequential and uninteresting. You excel at language, mathematics and philosophy.




You are typically easy-going and non-confrontational until someone violates one of the very few principles that you deem sacred, at which point you can fly into a rage. Although you possess a much greater understanding of process and systems than the people around you, you are always conscious of the possibility that you've missed something or made a mistake. You don't tend to become attached to particular theories, and will immediately discard mistaken notions once they're revealed to be incorrect (but you don't tolerate iconoclasts who try to discredit validated theories through the use of fallacies and bad data). Despite being outwardly humble, you probably think of yourself as being smarter than most other people. That's because you are. In fact, in your dealings with people your understanding of their motives is so expansive that you know what they're going to say before they say it, and in world affairs, you usually know what is going to take place before it actually does. This ability would make you unbeatable in debates if only you were a little less pensive about your own conclusions, and a little more outgoing.



Famous people like you: Albert Einstein, Charles Darwin, Adam Smith, Thomas Jefferson, John McWhorter, Ramanujan, Marie Curie, Kurt Godel

Stay clear of: Apollo, Icarus, Hermes, Aphrodite

Seek out: Atlas, Prometheus, Daedalus

Link: The Greek Mythology Personality Test written by Aleph_Nine on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Update

Is boring, waiting for a cat to pee. Barry has been trying to bust him out of the bathroom; at least, there was much door-banging and when I went to investigate they'd got it two inches open, and hence up against the barrier I'd built. Maybe they were just playing paw-tag through the gap, but I like to think they were working together to free the Prisoner of the Bathroom D'If.

Me, meanwhile, I have written fifteen hundred words, chopped melons and sugar together to dejuice 'em for jam tomorrow (we in the UK knowing only too well, it's always jam tomorrow and never jam today), and meantime made some nectarine relish out of sheer tedium and needing-to-be-busyness.

I have to say, I am appalled by supermarket fruit. Ordinarily, I buy very little fruit, and when I do it's good stuff. For chutneys, I thought I'd grab whatever the supermarket had. It's abominable: peaches and nectarines both, deceptively red on the outside and hard as rock within. By the time it ripens inside - if peaches & nectarines even do ripen once picked, which some fruits simply don't - it'll be rotten on the outside. Why the hell would anyone buy this stuff, after the first time...?