Monitor Annoyances

So this new monitor kicks serious ass except for one thing: I can't see really faint colors. Say I scan a pic and its background is slightly greyish, but since it looks fine to me I keep working on it. I cut and paste and move the image around a bit. Now, if I hit the "auto" button on the side of the monitor, it cycles through several settings, and for a second I suddenly can see big white lines all over the picture from where I cut things out and moved them. I haven't been able to find anything like that setting with manual adjustments, and it's driving me crazy.

(Edit: I'm calibrating as we speak. Hope this fixes it...)

YOUUUU DOG

I got all my work done today and decided to spend the evening vegetating in Best Chair under my super-soft plush blanket. The Captain, as he often does, kept walking over and laying his head on my leg and staring at me, so finally I let him jump up and watch Bullshit! with me. OOF, sixty-five pound lap-dog. In a few minutes he settled down and went to sleep with his butt in my lap and his head almost hanging over the foot-rest of Best Chair.

It was an excellent time until he had a very upsetting dream of some kind. He started twitching and woofling, and his hackles went up in a stiff mane and stayed that way for a while. Next thing I know I smell this rotten stink and look down, and sure enough my beloved sleeping puppy has pooped on me a little bit.

Fifteen minutes later, the super-soft plush blanket is in the wash, and the arm of Best Chair is soaked through with antibacterial cleaner from a merciless scrubbing.

I wonder what he could have been dreaming about that literally scared the shit out of him.

Updated Kagerou!

Click the pic for the new stuff:

Lemon Jelly Always Makes Things Better

This is like ten times more fucked up than Katamari Damacy and Frogger combined.

And, shit, this one's even better:



I'm so glad they have more videos than just Nice Weather for Ducks. Their animations do good things to my brain.

Pet Lovers, Don't Read This

A house down the street caught fire the other night. The firefighters were hosing it down for like three hours, and when Rah and I walked by it the next morning on the way to the grocery store, the entire place was gutted. You could see through the broken windows straight through to the backyard. There was a neat pile of maybe 200 water bottles. Must be a hell of a thirsty line of work.

A heap of charred something was lying in the driveway, and in the yard there was an empty wire dog crate. Nothing else had been removed from the house. Just that little empty cage.

I hoped for the best until I read on the city news website that two of the family dogs died in the fire. The humans and the other dogs got out in time, though.

Fucking hell, man. I wish there was something I could do. Hugging my dog and watching him thump his tail in confused approval seems like a good start.