I’m by no means squeamish, but I could only stand a few minutes of that episode, then I had to hit Stop, delete it from the DVR, and spend a lot of time snuggling with the Princess.
Just curious, what is it with you guys and cats? 
They are the rulers of the world. Get with the program.
I was playing with my granddaughter yesterday (which is one of my favorite things to do) when she accidently headbutted me in the mouth, causing me to cut the inside of my upper lip on my front teeth. I applied ice right away, but this morning my upper lip was swollen to a monstrous size. Ow! Ow! OWWWW!
Shudder
Seriously? I am SO glad I didn’t keep watching. 
Today’s rant - people are assholes. Specifically -
I had to get up way-early-for-me at 6 am and was out the door at 7. Two doors down is a guy on one of those super noisy motorcycles - I’m sure flatlined would know what it was; kind of retro looking? Anyway, for some reason this guy thought sitting in the street revving this 600 decible monster for a good 10 minutes before he (literally) roared off was a grand idea. Not a problem for me really since I was already on my way out, but really, the first day of a three day weekend? I was hoping he wouldn’t come back but he did around 6 pm.
I toddle off to Lancaster for my event and the city park is stuffed, mostly with baseball games, so there is very little parking. The lot next to the match I was attending was full - except for one slot with a cone in it for some special Princess, and a guy selling raffle tickets from a little table in a parking space. Plenty of nice, shady grass right behind him, he has to take a parking slot. WTF? I was tempted to move the cone to teach Princess she isn’t all that special, but resisted. Sigh.
Took Angeles Canyon Highway on the way home to take pictures of wildflowers. This road winds thru Angeles National Forest with many areas with very little shoulder. I wasn’t going top speed due to wanting to be able to stop if I saw something photo worthy, but I really couldn’t have gone much faster anyway in the van. About half the people who came up on me rode my ass until I could go the quarter of a mile to a turnout. Apparently not everyone is resting and relaxing on the three day weekend.
Have to get up early again tomorrow - someone is yelling someplace in the neighborhood, guess there’s a party someplace. Hope they pass out early!
I’ll tell you what sort of bike it was, it was poorly tuned POS. My bike is older than AU and I don’t have to rev the engine to get it warmed up. That’s the best way I know of to be sure that I foul the plugs.
The idiot owner probably only rides it 5 times a year and doesn’t change the oil, so at least we can be happy knowing that his engine will seize up soon.
I could so rant about this for days. Buttheads like him make the rest of us look bad.
I do have to confess to revving the engine at stop lights, but that’s because I’m too lazy to put my feet down. (revving the engine makes it work like a gyroscope.) That’s a controlled thing, not just making noise because you can make noise.
:smack:
Calms down.
forgot my rant, but I’m pretty sure it has something to do with me making messy deviled eggs. I put the yokes and stuff in a baggy and smooshed them up, and then cut the corner of the bag off and tried to squirt it out and make things look pretty.
It didn’t work like the cooking advice things say.
Bill likes them, so I guess that’s all that really matters.
It is still possible to get system builder copys of Win7PRO.
Just sayin…
This has been an unpaid endorsement of an awesome source.
Cats are entirely too good at playing escape artist. Mine is usually kept indoors due to cars, other animals, questionable “humans” in the area, etc., but is allowed onto an enclosed patio we thought we had cat-proofed.
Please note the key word there. She managed an escape this evening. “Fortunately”, she freaked at unfamiliar surroundings, hid in some landscaping, and when she heard me looking for her on the patio, started meowing at me. She’s safely back in the living room now, and a better cat-proofing job is VERY high-priority in the near future.
With any luck, I’ll calm down enough to sleep some time in the next few hours.
I thought of you while Mr Asshole was making all that noise (which he didn’t this morning but I haven’t been out there to see if he’s left or not). I felt like going over and telling him he was making flatlined look bad - that would have confused the hell out of him! 
Yup!
Went to a concert yesterday. It was good, but the ladies in the row in back of me talked during the music!
I wish I’d had a blank piece of paper and a sharpie so I could make a sign saying “SHUT UP!” and show it to them whenever they talked.
Whenever I hear, “Loud pipes save lives,” I always add in my head, “Not if your neighbours kill you.” 
Yup.
She was stashing the dead ones in the fridge, too…which wasn’t nearly cold enough to slow decomposition. Dr. Zasio almost hurled when she opened the door…and she doesn’t have a sense of smell.
While moving shit around to set up the new computer, I had to move my Wii. I realized that I hadn’t even turned it on in over a year and probably hadn’t used it more than 4 hours total. So, I put up an ‘free to good home’ notice on my FB page.
Of course the first response is some dickhead asking me if I have the box. :smack:
Look asswipe, I’m not giving it to you so you can fucking sell it on eBay.
Why is this so bad?
And what’s wrong with buying something from someone so you can sell it on eBay? In another words, why do you care?
I care because I wasn’t selling it, I was looking to give it away to someone who wanted/needed one. Or can’t you fucking read? I could fucking sell it on my own if I wanted to do that. I have no desire to have some asshole claim it only to turn around and sell it for a profit when I’m trying to give it to someone who maybe can’t afford one and would like it.
Chimera, check your PMs.
The one time that happened in my neighborhood, I killed him with kindness. After about 3 minutes of constant revving while he shouted to his friends (my neighbors), I grabbed a can of carb cleaner and a tube of cable lube, then went up to them and told Mr. Asshole that I was worried about his bike getting him home.
Because, of course he was revving it like that because it wouldn’t keep running. Sympathy and tech talk oozed out of me as I asked about the problem and offered up suggestions.
I don’t know how he acted elsewhere, but he was civilized when he visited my neighbors from then on.
There is a difference between the small throttle blip I do when I don’t want to put my feet down and standing at a light, feet down and revving just to make noise. If someone I’m riding with does that, I always say something at the next stop. I always assume that there is a problem with the bike. Non-bikers might not get the implied insult, but it really is effective.
Chimera, I’m sorry about your comp. What a pain. Were you able to recover everything?
I love the way you think.
My own gripe du jour: my phone barfed HARD. Totally unusable for anything. My walking techfix husband and I have been battling it for a couple of hours now, but he reports progress.
I keep feeding money into my cellphone and I keep not using it at all, so the money eventually runs out with nothing to show for it.
I don’t understand cellphones.