Crankypants

I'm cranky about formatting today. It's bad enough that authors persist in posting with their annoying single paragraph spacing (conform to my norms, dammit!), but now there's a rash of double spacing everything except dialogue exchanges. What the hell?

If you don't know what I'm talking about, it goes like this:

I'll be reading along a story where the author has put double spaces between the paragraphs, much like this post. Then suddenly characters will begin talking.

"I don't get it," Jack said.
"Get what?"
"This sudden single spacing thing. Not that I object being close to people, but sometimes it cramps my style if you know what I mean."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about this. See? See the nice double space? Isn't that much easier to read?"

"You may have a point there, sir."

"Glad you see it my way. Now get over here and close this space."

I really hope this doesn't become a trend, or I may have to stab someone. Or, worse, write another FAQ about it.

Casts and Cats

I had my final cast removed yesterday, and am sporting a highly fashionable black Velcro splint. All I have to do is refrain from breaking my pins until Monday.

( Surgery details )

In other cat news, I took Greebo in for his checkup on Tuesday. While I had Tom there, I realized that I might as well get Greebo his (overdue) shots and have him looked at. Greebo is nine years old, so I wasn't surprised that he needed his teeth cleaned. Apparently they have a nifty anesthetic that the cats can breathe that doesn't stay in their systems, so they can put older cats under for non-critical procedures like teeth cleaning. This was something we were never able to do with Sylvester. As seems to happen, he didn't need his teeth cleaned until he was too old to have his teeth cleaned. But Greebo is going to have his done in three weeks.

I also found out why, despite the fact that he was obviously huge, my other vet never mentioned Greebo's weight.

( Pictures of my big-boned cat )