I really, really don’t.
Yeah, you’d think the cats would be some help with bumblebees, but not really. They do stare at them, mind you, for what that’s worth.
Why did I cave in and sign up on Facebook recently, after holding out for so long?
One of the inlaws who I have a ton of respect for reposted a quote by some conspiracy theorist about how there are multiple cures for cancer that are being suppressed by big pharma, government agencies, etc., because then they’d all be poor, and he totally believes it. He also believes that doctors are forbidden from even suggesting “alternative” treatments, even as adjuncts, else they’d face formal discipline. Finally, he distinguished between natural treatments and “chemicals,” and of course the latter are bad. :smack:
Christ. We’ve only truly defeated one goddamned disease in history that I can think of - smallpox - so I’m pretty sure we haven’t magically figured out cancer (which is not one disease, it’s a crapload of various diseases that work in a similar fashion but don’t necessarily respond to the same treatments) and gotten everyone in on the bandwagon to keep the big secret. Fuck, one of the premier cancer researchers, who won a Nobel Prize for his research, died of lung cancer! You mean to tell me he wasn’t in on the big secret, or what? Did the Conspirators decide that he and they would just claim he had cancer instead of What Really Killed Him to help keep the secret?
(I work in medical research, but on the hospital end of things.)
This is only after a few days of being on Facebook; already my brain is exploding. What else am I going to find out about people I care about? I expected political/religious beliefs that I wouldn’t have guessed at, but pseudoscientific woo combined with conspiracy theories is a bit much.
Stupid raisin cookie. You almost tricked me, with your chocolate-chip masquerade. The way things are going, getting a raisin cookie when I was expecting chocolate chip would have sent me right. over. the. edge. I’m on to you and your shenaniganry.
FUCK YOU, RAISIN COOKIE!!! shakes fist at the sky in a pouring rain
I’ve had various cats that like to hunt. And if a fly or moth got into the house, the chase was on. What’s amusing is when the cat catches the insect between his front paws, and sits there, on his haunches, and gives me this look like “WTF do I do NOW?” because if he opens his paws the bug will fly away, and he’s JUST bright enough to realize this.
Nowadays, I have squirrels and birds in the yard, and the cats stare at them, and occasionally mutter threats.
I totally sympathize.
Earlier this week I bought a cookie at my company’s cafeteria that I was positive was chocolate chip (this was from a display of miscellaneous baked goods, not a packaged cookie.) Walked it back to my cube, bit in, and I’m “BLEH, where did these stupid raisins come from?”
When my male cat was a kitten, he was catching and releasing a moth like this. Finally he ate it. Then he searched the house, because he couldn’t find the toy he had been playing with!
Well, today’s the day - the fluoride added to Calgary’s drinking water was turned off today. Massive win for junk science; not so great for Calgary’s kids’ teeth. Every dentist they’ve interviewed has said the same thing - this was a terrible decision. The dentist they talked to today said we’d probably see the results of this decision in as little as one year. I guess I should keep an open mind and wait for the results to come in - if there is a major spike in cavities in children, I guess we’ll know for sure (except from everything I’ve read, we already DO know - we just have one asshole councillor here who is the archetypical green weenie and she finally got her way).
Your post just helped me validate my feelings about Facebook. Sadly, now that you have caved, I’m probably one of the last 16 people online who aren’t there. I used to think that I was one of the last 17 people.
My mini rant…I have a bunion and will have surgery around October. Of course I’m babying my right foot because it hurts and all. Monday, I jumped off the loading dock and broke bones in my left foot.:smack:
On a positive note, this means I can have a cool walking stick. And because I’m stuck at my desk, I can spend the time customizing it. Bells and feathers and leather laces and all.
It still bites.
But … you could be MY friend and be thoroughly bored by me there, too. Don’t you want to? 
[NB: I play several games that generate lots of messages (being out of work means I’m bored), but they’re easy to hide.]
So now you can’t get away from SG at all? That REALLY bites. Stop hurting yourself! You’re kinda cool with the TNR and all; we want to keep you around.
It’s May in the San Fernando Valley. It’s cold. And rainy.
Rainy! In the San Fernando Valley. IN MAY!!!
There have been 2 multi-day rain storms this month. That brings the total number of May rainstorms in the past 25 years to…2.
I went to Lancaster last weeken for a baseball game last Friday. We took jackets and still nearly froze our patooties off.
It’s supposed to be hot and dry now.
[looks up at the sky and shakes fist]
HOT AND DRY!!!
I keep reminding myself that I really caved in to play the game Dragon Age: Legends (which is very un-Farmville-ish and quite fun, even more so now that I’ve found some of my friends are playing too), so forget this whole “listen to what people are saying” thing. 
My husband has been on it for a while and said that’s the first he’s seen on the topic from that relative, so who knows what started it off.
I use a flagpole as a walking stick. I have a rubber “foot” on it, like you put on chairs, to keep it from sliding. My husband put a screweye on it, and I have attached a six-stranded braid with beads on it, and a small leather pouch, also with beads on it. I DO need to put feathers on it.
I also have a four footed cane, which I call my quad cane. It is considerably more stable, but has less style.
I should say, the screweye is at the TOP of the flagpole, not near the foot.
Two hours. That’s as long as I got to wear my sunglasses (older frames, brand-new lenses @ $200) before one of the ear pieces broke. Fuck.
Another day, driving into work. Lane merge coming up. Two lanes merging into one. Car on left merges, then car on right. Left car…right car. Just as it should be.
My turn.
Damn lady in the Ford Expedition! She doesn’t play by the “one left, one right” rule and speeds up to fill the space between my car and the one merging in front of me! And now she’s way too close and I have to brake hard to keep from being dangerously close to her.
Note to self: When the lane expands into two lanes again at the next block, try to keep her from zig zagging her way up through traffic at all costs just to piss her off. If successful, the day’s off to a good start. If not successful, remember that Ford Expedition, good chance I’ll see it again soon.
Road games. It’s always a balance when weighing retribution. If I do this, I could wind up in jail, if I do that, I could wind up dead. It’s possible I could just get a ticket. Or I might even do something that results in a lawsuit. Funny what goes thru your mind as you plan the demise of those who cut in front of you in traffic.
Finally arrive at work. Lady in the Expedition managed to wind her way through the mass of cars in front of us despite my wishes and prayers to the traffic gods. She even made it through the signal light before it turned red, which I didn’t.
Which scenario shall I fantasize about tomorrow morning when the same damn thing happens?
Your rant prompted me to make oatmeal raisin cookies yesterday - mmmm, chewy raisins in an oatmeal cookie. 
I got a clip-on shade for my new glasses - I think I had it scratched right over the field of view in about a month.
Turret with machine gun on your car?
Now my own rant - son of a monkey SPANKER! I just scraped almost an inch of skin off my knuckle taking the laundry basket into the laundry room. We’ve got the old dryer slightly blocking the door while we get around to taking it out - I guess it has to go NOW if that’s what’s going to happen. It hurt so bad I almost passed out (I’m a fainter).
Thought I’d follow this one up.
Turned out that one friend did show up, though he had to leave early to pick his son up from his ex-wife. I was really glad to see him, but it was hard to not feel rejection in the absence of my family and other friends.
I got home late in the evening, threw my cap and tassels on the table, took the phone off the hook, and went to sleep. I had the week off of work, so I spent the next several days laying around the house, feeling sorry for myself.
The friend mentioned above tucked a three-page-long letter under my door midweek. A really heartfelt thing, something like Randall’s speech to Dante at the end of Clerks II. How proud he was of me, how afraid he was that it means our friendship growing apart as I prepare to move on/up/out. It wasn’t greeting-card sentiment; it was an emotional outpouring that I wasn’t expecting, and really needed. And the guy simply doesn’t hand-write. He has dyslexia and writing longhand is very difficult for him. He hand-wrote this thing, which means that he labored over this. We hadn’t spoken since Sunday, and I hadn’t told him that anything was amiss, but he knew something was up. I broke into tears when I got the letter, broke into tears again when I called him to thank him, and I’m a bit teary-eyed right now. It was exactly what I needed to hear, when I needed to hear it.
I have a friend who knows me well enough to know when to intervene, and picks me up when I need it most. I think I can deal with having a crappy family and circle of acquaintances as long as I’ve got him as a friend.
This is the Pit, you’re not supposed to come post stuff like that, Graduate Driver!
Yeah, I should have added a few profanities in there! (And I could have written a long pit-worthy post about the various commencement ceremonies; I ended up partnered with an ex-girlfriend for a few hours, which was pretty damn awkward.)