Foxy feline

Your humble narrator, it seems, has been invited to more Halloween parties than she canst reasonably attend and so, in her infinite wisdom, she hast decided to send cat Gergiev as her ambassador attired in masquerade-style fox mask. Away, tricksy Gergiev, to your party!

Behold, I stand before you a computer goddess!

This lovely autumn day, your narrator may very well have successfully repaired the errant computing device that is the grand centerpiece upon her mahogany desk. Following the guidance of one fellow graduate student, she didst extract deviant fan from central unit of processing and, after much questing, didst locate less mischievous replacement item with assistance of electronic merchant Bay. Upon receipt of said fan this very day, she proceeded to install fan and hast thus far found, to her immense satisfaction, no imminent damage to computing device. Such success is rendered particularly awe-inspiring when one considers the appalling number of times that screws were dropped into various parts of the compartment as well as the amount of stray cat fur that had ample opportunity to infiltrate the innards of said device.

Entomo-hypochondria

Perhaps you, the lovely reader, should be aware that your humble narrator suffers from a most bizarre condition. Some have called it entomo-hypochondria. Similar to hypochrondia, in which the subject irrationally imagines him or herself to be suffering from various illnesses, this condition involves the subject, upon viewing a single insect, irrationally believing herself to be suffering from a massive attack by said species of insect. This very day, upon witnessing a mosquito outside her front door, your narrator didst immediately begin to feel herself being stung all over. After seeing a spider, your narrator feels spiders crawling all over her and may even claim to hear spiders trapsing across her bedcovers at night.

And how, you may ask, did your narrator acquire such a ridiculous disorder? The acquisition is actually quite easily pinpointed. When your narrator was but a very little Jeni, inexperienced in the ways of the world, she wast left at home alone by her doting parents. Whilst they were away, little Jeni was playing calmly in her room when, low and behold, she glimpsed a large spider perched upon the dustruffle of her bed. Being frightened of such hideous beasts, little Jeni escaped to the basement to put much distance between her and the awful creature. Upon the return of her parents, she didst relate to them her tale of horror and conducted them to her room to witness the imminent death of the overly presumptuous arachnid. To her amazement, said arachnid wast nowhere to be found. That night, little Jeni lay peacefully in bed reading a lovely novel when, ex nihilo, that self-same spider of the afternoon didst run across her chest, filling her with unspeakable horror. That she might prevent yet another return of the dreadful creature, young Jeni didst rashly kill said spider upon her very bosom with aforementioned book, only to be immediately sickened to the heart at such act. To find oneself attacked by a wily spider and then littered with its carcass upon one's person is surely enough to traumatize even the bravest of Jenis.

Jeni's Extraordinary Life Continues

Recently, your humble narrator crocheted a toy mouse for her beloved cat Gergiev. Said cat hast refused to be grateful, though she seems to take immense pleasure from new toy.

In other news, Jeni hastens to begin chapter two forthwith, whilst also devising costume in which to celebrate All Hallow's Eve. For although the world must needs be enlightened upon the fascinating subject of Hawthorne and Stoicism, there is much celebrating of Hallows to be done in the forthcoming days.

Nightly Cat Attacks

The cat Gergiev has begun feasting nightly upon my comforter. Apparently, chenille is good eating for even a well-fed cat. She hast also taken to pouncing on my feet in the middle of the night, forcing your humble narrator to barricade herself inside her bedroom each night since my wily feline seems capable of working doorknobs to closed bedroom door.

Jeni is now back

After an inexplicable absence, Jeni has now returned to blogger. It could be that some fake Jeni hacked into my blog in attempt to shut it down.

Cat sighting

Whilst at her parents' humble abode in Edmond, your narrator fielded one telephone call from neighbor concerning recent sighting of bobcat in the vicinity. Apparently, said bobcat hath been seen before in this suburban neighborhood some time ago. Perhaps Big Bad Bobcat hath been making periodic appearances in Edmond whilst vagabonding about the US on his militant catist crusades?

Lazy cat

Although your narrator didst manage to emerge promptly from bed this fine day, after turning on the coffee pot, she did proceed to fall asleep upon couch. Her generally dutiful feline companion, who should have awoken her in such an emergency, was found to be still asleep in bed.

Pirates of the Caribbean III: Curse of the Evil Computer

Pirate Jeni has once again been cursed, this time with evil computers. First, her office machine decided no longer to function. Then her home computer flared up, making horrible racket. Finally, computer of one unidentified shipmate, which she wast using most competently, decided to turn itself off for no apparent reason.

Being the brave pirate that she is, however, Jeni perservered in her quest to conquer the world. Office computer was replaced. Fellow shipmate's computer restarted after discovery of mysterious power strip that was in "off" position led to glorious restoration to its rightful "on" position. And home computer yesterday no longer made loud whirring noise of death after a week of disuse. Now, Jeni doth seek once more after treasures . . .