Sorry, I still don’t get it. What exactly is he doing that keeps you from being at your computer?
Are you stupid? I’m working at my computer and I have someone (a cat) sitting just at the edge of my peripheral vision staring at me. That bothers and distracts me. What part of that is difficult for you to understand? If I had a co-worker continually going that, I’d be in their face about it.
Have you looked in a mirror to see if there’s a sardine in your hair? (more common than you’d think)
Nah, just a red herring.
II don’t think I’m stupid. Thanks for asking.
I don’t, either. Chimera, the change in behavior plus the howling make me wonder if he might be sick/have a physical problem. It sounds like he’s trying to get your attention with the staring. He certainly knows it gets a reaction.
My big orange asshole (Harley) is a mama’s boy and spends half his waking time staring at me. Thank goodness it doesn’t bother me. 
Runestar, I’m so sorry about Sydney. 
He’s bored, and he wants to go out in the hall of my apartment building and wander around (with me, always) more than just the once a day. Many times he’ll come over, sit a lot closer, and then run straight to the door and meow and paw at it when I stand up. But he doesn’t get to do that everytime he hears the bird 5 doors down screeching, or the kids across the hall playing.
LOL! I just saw this meme on FB so I grabbed it:
Harley gets bored and whiny, but I cure it by running his butt off with the laser toy. Then he’s out for a couple hours. Hope Theodore settles down.
Just be careful what you try to make a margarita with. One time my wife and I went to the local Greek restaurant for dinner, and their drink special that night was a Greek margarita, made with ouzo. I tried one out of curiosity, but only managed a few sips. It tasted like NyQuil + ass.
Yup, Theo and Maggie (my other cat, who is older, fatter and doesn’t like Theo) have everything in that picture and more. And a third floor south facing exterior deck with my houseplants, summer flowers and rabbit fencing to keep them from falling off.
Can’t wait for the first tree frog of the season. They climb up our building and I guess they aim for my deck because of the plants. Last season I only took two of them away from the cats (and released in the park next door), but the year before it was seven.
That’s a pretty fair description of Ouzo. And Jagermeister. And Sambuca. And, well, anything that tastes like licorice.
The Origin update shit the bed two weeks ago, two days after I paid good money for the Parenthood expansion pack for Sims 4. Here are a few of the things Origin and EA Help Desk had me do:
Deleting Sims 4 files. I have an un-deletable SelfUpdate file. 9.0/9.5 error
Manually Delete Sims 4 files. Still un-deletable. 9.0/9.5 error.
Uninstalling Origin-- Yeah, that was a big mistake. Now I can’t play any Origin games.
Turning off Malwarebytes. 9.0/9.5 error
Trying to install Origin in a new folder-- error
Run as admin-- Nope, would not run at all.
But it did let me run in sandbox-- error.
Run in sandbox-- Same 9.0 or 9.5 error.
EA now has this as SOLVED! with this as the solution:
What the fucking fuck, EA and Origin? Do I look like I know what the fuck this shit is? Do I look like a programmer, IT person or whatever job description it is that knows what in the fancy French fried fuck a DNS cache is and what I need to do to clear it? Do I know where in the cobwebbed covered asshole of my computer the microsoft kb 970goddamnedindivisiblebythree file is? I have paid you a lot of money I could have spent on hookers and blow. A LOT of motherfucking money! I am a 53 year old housewife, not a help desk monkey.
It has been 2 weeks. Fix this shit!
Nice to see that at least one Doper still knows how to write a proper rant. Good job, Biggirl!
I have probably bitched about this before, but what the fuck is up with chatty cashiers?
I was at Trader Joes. And I like Trader Joes. But money is tight and I get tense when buying groceries. And I get up to cashier, and he’s ‘How you folks doing’, which is OK. But ‘Fine’ should be the end of it. "You all staying cool in the heat? Did you have a nice 4th of July. What you are doing this weekend?’
What am I doing this weekend? It’s none of your fucking business what I am doing this weekend. What? I am supposed to tell you my plans? Fuck you, just do your fucking job!
A plaintive cry for contact from the depths of human isolation. Which you curtly refused.
Don’t give up hope. Paris, my solid black 16yo cat, has had cancer in multiple organs since October. I have to give him 3 pills a day, and once a month I have to take him to chemo, which he doesn’t mind at all. He’s still active, affectionate and playful, and still has a great appetite. His oncologist had originally said she could keep him alive for a few months, but it looks like he’ll live forever. He really has no idea he’s sick. So ask your vet if she can connect you to a feline oncologist.
Fuckfuckityfuckfuck! Another fucking parking lot accident. This time on my less-than-6-month-old Mazda. FUCK!
I swear it’s part of their training. Our local family-run-for-ninety-years general store closed… but a Trader Joe’s opened there. So I’m there at least once a day (seriously, the wife’ll send me down the block for the pettiest ingredient), and I’ve gotten to know the cashiers by name.
But even then, when they say “So, looks like you’re grilling out!” I’ll say “Good guess, IF it was ANY of your business…”
I arch an eyebrow, they laugh, and I get the same chattiness next time.
It’s not only cats. My damned dog does that, too. She’ll sit right at my elbow and stare at me, and as a bonus, breathes on me from inches away.
Damn this humidity in Arizona! It’s been hot as hell for the past month and we’re in the middle of monsoon season. The air is getting soupy, but no rain has fallen, and it’s still getting up to 108°. :mad:
Well, the apartment on the corner, their door 12’ from my door, apparently has two parakeets now. So Theo is hearing them and wanting to visit. 