The place where Broadway and musicals are located.
The place where I will begin the next chapter of my nomadic life.
The place where I turn into an eccentric academic out of sync with normality.
NEW YORK.
Welcome.
The place where Broadway and musicals are located.
The place where I will begin the next chapter of my nomadic life.
The place where I turn into an eccentric academic out of sync with normality.
New York.
An aspiring hikikomori/ gomiyashiki owner who will get 3 dogs, 1 cat and a herb
garden when she is in her 40s.
Currently a second year Phd student in East Asian Studies, NYU; a self-proclaimed OTAKU; a
clumsy but avid snowboarder; and absent oneechama of Variel.
8 Sept 2010: West Side Story, WICKED
19 Sept 2010: Chicago
8 Oct 2010: Promises Promises
29 Oct 2010: Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake
14 Nov 2010: American Idiot
18 Jan 2011: Billy Elliot
8 Feb 2011: La Cage Aux Folles
6 Mar 2011: Paul Taylor Dance Group
5 Apr 2011: Catch Me If You Can (Broadway preview)
2 Dec 2011: La Boheme
9 Jan 2012: Rent
22 Mar 2012: Phantom of the Opera
23 May 2012: Avenue Q
26 Sep 2012: Newsies
2 Oct 2012: Turandot
4 Oct 2012: Once
15 Oct 2012: Sleep No More
28 Nov 2012: Lion King
7 Feb 2013: Book of Mormons
14 Mar 2013: Jersey Boys
25 Mar 2013: Sleep No More
21 May 2013: Kinky Boots
26 Sep 2013: Big Fish
Monday, July 06, 2009
12:20 PM
Powder bath for my darling mites
Armed with a wealth of advice from my doggie-loving friends with prior tick-rearing experiences, I purchased a $13++ worth of flea and tick powder last week. A constant point of contention between me and my aunt was over the efficacy of these commercial products. Thus, I decided to conduct a litmus test on my newest purchase.
First, I poured a generous amount of the powder onto a piece of toilet paper. A fortuitous forage in Variel's silky locks unearthed an active medium-sized bugger. It wriggled its many long legs that reminded me of the aliens in CH5's War of the Worlds yesterday. I managed to pluck the mighty mite out of Variel's poor innocent skin and dumped it into the soft powdery bath that awaits. It wriggled vigourously, managing to right itself up. Wriggled somemore and in the process, dusted itself with a fine layer of the powder so very commercially made for its private usage. Paused.... then proceeded to stroll right out of the toilet paper!!!! I thought it might have misunderstood this exercise as an effort to give it a loving powder bath and unceremoniously dumped it right back into the powder. However, it was determined to get on with its life and move on! Unable to give the poor mite a beautiful death with its body intact, I had no choice but to politely cover it with the toilet paper and squash it with the back of Variel's brush.
RIP, little tick. And RIP, my $13++ flea and tick powder.
