Vainglorious Vicissitudes

Can anyone tell me if strawberries are somehow related to catnip? Ki seems to react awfully...interestingly to them. (More so than he does to catnip, actually.)

Me: *explanation of how I'm glad, for the sake of my self-respect, that I ended up working as a tutor instead of a financial analyst-in-training er something*
saizai: You mean you wouldn't enjoy making rich people richer? ...Oh, wait, I think you're supposed to call them "high-net-worth individuals."
Me: Shouldn't that be "people of worth"?
Sai: No, 'cause that might give the impression that they were black. And we can't have that.

Gah. The irony works on so many levels. Now I remember why I missed having him around.

Lately I've managed (at long last) to make a start at unpacking all the large boxen I've been carting around unopened through several moves. Hence this conversation:

saizai: Is this bowl new?
vvvexation: No, just Newly Recovered From Box.
Sai: Ah, a recent archaeological discovery.
V: From the late, er, high school period.
Sai: That needs a better name.
V: Mmm. How d'you say "high school" in Latin?
Sai: Ask Audrey.
V: "From the late Askaudrey period."
Sai: Hmm. That actually works if you pronounce it right.
[pause]
Named after Askaudrey, of course. Emilio Askaudrey.

I feel I must set this down as evidence both of my vastly improved living situation (as compared to last year) and of my growing lack of shame:

This evening I rousted my roommate out of the bathroom with the words "Yo, [my date and I] need to pee so we can fuck!"

Yay, increased freedom of expression....

Sometime during the last couple of weeks, Ki has apparently decided to become a lap cat. I'd consider this a thoroughly positive development were it not for the fact that he's evidently a little unclear on the appropriate way to go about it.

To take the most salient example: He just spent the last quarter-hour or so peacefully curled up on my lap, purring away, which was awfully nice even though I'd had to spend several minutes removing him from the keyboard tray before he settled down. All was calm and happy as I paged through my friends list--

and then I decided to reach across him with my left arm to start typing something.

Apparently he wasn't happy with this. And the way he showed it was by attacking my arm with all five of his pointy bits.

Bast wept.

vvvexation (having just emerged from bedroom in pursuit of history notes and then paused to contribute to her roommate's phone conversation): By the way, did you say something about "vegetarian vampire bat guano" a couple of minutes ago?
saizai: Yes, I did.
V: Jeez, I thought that couldn't possibly have been it.
Sai: What, don't you know me better than that by now?
V: I just figured I must've misheard.
Sai: You underestimate my capacity for silliness.
V: You underestimate my capacity for mishearing.

Seriously, I think my creative mishearings are an offshoot of my capacity for silliness. It's not as though I didn't believe he would say something like that, but I figured any particular silly thing I thought I heard him say could just as easily be a figment of my twisted imagination as his.

I seem to have developed a considerable amount of skill at finding explanations of really obscure points of grammar by way of Google. (In this case, I knew "whom have I become" sounded wrong in the same way that "whom am I" does, and wouldn't rest till I'd proved they were indeed governed by the same principle.)

This won't fit in the "current music" field, but saizai is currently playing rap songs with opera samples in. Pretty nifty, but it'd be nice if the rap had less goofy lyrics than "power over money, money over power, power over money...beeyatch."

vvvexation: Y'know, of all the people who'd give their kids just one name, I don't know any who'd pick "Bob."
saizai: But it's so beautiful...in a sick, corrupt kind of way.

(This stemmed from a discussion of surnames that ensued when a piece of junk mail arrived at our new apartment addressed to one Ephraim Swanson-Dusenbury (whose roommate was apparently named Craig Creamer). We proceeded to envision still more evil names that one could inflict on a child, such as "God" and "Mary Sue Bob Ezekiel" and "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" and "/null" and "*~-" and [Bronx cheer] and [glottal stop] and the entire first chapter of Genesis.)

I'm sitting right behind saizai in the library right now. I tweaked the hood of his cloak when I came in, but he didn't seem to notice. At this rate he may finish up and leave without ever having been aware of my presence. This amuses me greatly.

(Since he hasn't been keeping up with LJ lately, I wonder how long it will take him even to encounter this post.)