ADDITIONAL PERSONAL SPECIFICS:
I purchased my small (740 sqft) but comfortable condo in Sunnyvale in mid-1997, for the first time expanding beyond the mentality of temporary living quarters. Unlike my stocks at the time, this was a good investment; within three years the property value had doubled. I lived there for 14 years, gradually filling the place with so much furniture, equipment and art that there was no room for anything else. Here are a couple examples of the tight living quarters:
In one small room I fit a full-sized weight machine, treadmill,
queen-sized bed, three dressers, two coat racks, a large fan and a TV.
My workstation for many years.
After my father died, I didn't want to leave his interesting and unique furniture in storage, so I decided to move to a bigger place. I found one for the right price 20 minutes away in San Jose. Buying a new place and selling my old condo and my father's place took over six months and was not fun, but everything was done in early 2012. See a photo gallery of my new place.
I met my S.O., Robin, when she was one of my passengers in the Galapagos Islands. We get along surprisingly well. It probably helps that she's married, the relationship is open, and when we argue it's invariably about something as important as when Domino's Pizza delivers, does it actually remove your liver?
I had two cats (I have to—I'm a writer, after all ;-) ): Pellet Pigweed and Juville Bitch-Cookie.
They grew up with two rats, Bagel and Fundt, and later two other rats, Badness
and Flüg, who enjoyed intimidating the cats. Believe it or not, they were safe enough to be left unsupervised while frolicking with the cats in the back yard. (The rats
eventually died of old age and cancer—not
from
the cats.)
In 2003, Juville developed a limp in his left rear leg. It turned out to be
virulent cancer, and his leg had to be removed. He lost none of his unflappable
self-confidence, though. However, he suffered
intestinal problems for years, and near the end of 2009, I think, and had
to be euthanized. Pellet still remains with me.
Both cats had/have an excess of personality. For instance, Juville, true to his last
name, bitched up a storm when picked up, but in the morning was all purrs. He
would sit right in front of my face, hoping for a chance to adhere to my forehead
like the face-sucking alien from Alien and
lick like mad (he had an odd fetish). Pellet, also true to his last name, lusts
after food. I've trained him to
double-meow for his dinner, skitter away from me down the length of the kitchen
counter while standing on his hind feet, then I pour water on his food to slow him down
(originally this was so Juville could finish his meal in peace). He then proceeds to whack the water
cup 20 times before I say he's done a good job and can go ahead
and eat (have a look at this old
video of the routine). Pellet also actually plays fetch with fuzzy toys, much like a dog.
I have a stack of journals a meter high, detailing virtually every single day of my life since I turned
thirteen. It's proven useful on many an occasion to verify what happened on a
specific date.
Pellet as a kitten (at heart, he still is) and me.
Juville, Bagel and Fundt frolicking in the back yard.
Pellet and Juville, full grown.
Another. What can I say? I like cats...
.
Juville's obsessive and decidedly moist method for trying to
wake me up each morning.
Years after no longer being allowed to do so, he still tries....
Yawn
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Underling Noises
.
Underling Noises feeling festive.
The appropriately-named Rat on a Grill.
Juville being flossed.
Puma, a wonderful cat I had years ago, shown here just because I like the picture. :-)