Fingers crossed for Steve indeed!
We just came back from 12 days away (see my West Coast trip thread if you like 
), and even though my mom stayed with our cat, she’s been a Kitty Klingon since we got back (can’t stand to be more than three feet away from me).
Uh, when I started that story, I’m pretty sure I had a relevant point, but it’s gone now. Anyway, cats and humans - what a great mix!
Some asshole just dumped a full adult cat on the farm, complete with collar. He is freaking huge compared to our ferals and we have no idea if he is fixed. Hopefully we can get him trapped fast, and off to animal control as he will simply not fit in, he has already been stalking some of the smaller hens from outside their fence.
Dear CompSci class project partner:
I know you think that, because I’m not in the CompSci department, I don’t know anything about anything. However, this isn’t a programming course; it is interdisciplinary, and we are not implementing. Programming skills are not required. An understanding of design and social signals are.
So, you know; stop treating me like your underling, stop talking over me, and stop bull-heading your way through our planning meetings. You may understand programming better than I do, but I probably understand social signals better than you do. Case in point: right now, you seem utterly unaware of the fact that I want to strangle you. I, however, am fully aware of your opinion of me.
Additionally, bull-heading your way through the planning meeting does not mean that I am automatically relegated to doing the presentation-making parts. I did for our first project because I knew I’d be out of town the day we presented; that was me trying to be fair. That was not me trying to set a precedent. Fucking stop trying to talk over me and let me talk. Fuck.
In case your partner DOES railroad you into giving the presentation, ^THAT^ can be your opening statement!
As an Angel of the Lord couldn’t you like smite him or something?
Goddammit. My husband and I found the perfect place with gorgeous wood floors and all kinds of amenities, for great rent in a great location. We put down our deposit check and application today. Then the rental agency called back and said it was already rented out.
WTF?! We just saw it Monday, with the exclusive agent for the property! And she liked us! I’m unbelievably pissed. We stupidly fell in love with it and were making plans for redecoration and such, and yesterday I called and turned down the agent for the other place we were looking at.
I spent two years majoring in computer science…I encountered some serious assholes in that department. If you didn’t know at least two programming languages right out of high school, you were nothing. Maybe I didn’t stick around long enough for the assholes to be “weeded out” though; most of the grad students I dealt with were awesome.
That would make an awesome print. On genuine caterpillar cocoon silk, of course.
Thanks for the encouragement! I hope you’re right, I keep telling myself it’s got to be better than writing essays.
I hope Steve is ok, fingers crossed! 
Steve has a couple of abcessed teeth. Poor kittyboy He had a full exam before we moved here, so this came on pretty fast. I’m sorry for him, but this is good news. Its something we can treat. His dental is scheduled for Thursday morning. It also means I get to cuddle him twice this year, today and Thursday.
He wasn’t totally out today, he knew that things were happening to him and he growled through most of his ordeal. He growled at me when I rubbed his ears and again when I picked him up and held him. He stopped growling when I kissed him between the ears, but I think he was just so shocked by that final indignity that he stopped wasting energy protesting and used it to make plans to kill me in my sleep.
I’m ticked off with you. Poor kitty and poor you for having to deal with it. I hope you catch him soon.
Aw, jeez. Aw … Well, SHIT, really. Have I told you guys the story of how Mr. Shoe “stole” me from my then-boyfriend by, well, by being a far better human being than Ex-BF? I dumped ExBF (I was going to anyway; the shelf life on that relationship had long since passed) but i took up with Shoe rather immediately, shall we say. And then, for reasons too mundane to explain here, they promptly moved in together, thus starting this whole drama-llama shitstorm that people in their 20s seem to have?
No?
Well, I guess I spoilered it.
Anyway, I told you all that to tell you this: the drama between them + ExBF’s twin brother (that’s right!) is long ago water under the proverbial bridge and we’ve all been able to hang out amicably. Ex even came to Shoe’s memorial.
Their father was hospitalized a month or so ago with West Nile, and I was told it “didn’t look good.”
Who wants to guess where I’m going with all this?
That’s it. That is IT. I am officially so totally over this whole West Nile virus bullshit.
Cats do that so naturally, I don’t think it takes much of their energy.
I’ve been quite careful this summer with bug spray because of you and your husband, if that makes you feel even a tiny bit better. 
Fuck West Nile. :mad:
Offers up hugs. This is so not what you need right now. Agrees with Ferret Herder, and offers up rant about how hard it is to learn how to deal with death. It just sucks.
Fuck.
The plumber is here because the damned boiler isn’t working. He says at $1200 in repairs because the damned pipes are corroded. We paid 5k for a new boiler eight years ago. The stupid fucking thing was supposed to be fine for 25 years at least but he’s telling us it was supposed to be serviced every year and wasn’t so we’re fucked with repairs now.
I hate this old house. It has character but character is mostly a pain in the ass. Thank god we have the money in the account to pay for it.
Makes me glad I didn’t let that plumber talk me into a new boiler 5 years ago. /stealth brag/ 57 years and still going strong. /stealth brag/ Why fix what ain’t broke. Sure it may be a little inefficient, but it still works fine.
Oh lovely. The fucking asshole plumber just told me the fucking boiler is completely cracked and unsalvageable. So the idiot wants $200 to tell me I need a new fucking 5k boiler about nine years after I paid for the last one. I am going to find the fuckhead who installed this one and I am going to get the piece of shit to get down on his hands and knees and apologize to me and then install a new boiler. This was supposed to last 25 years not less than a decade.
And now the plumber wants $338.12. Why? To fuck around for an hour in my basement and then tell me the boiler is broken. Greedy pile of shit.
Burdened labor costs are a bitch. Perhaps you should have asked what the service call would cost per hour.
But I’m just here to bitch about the new look of Chrome. Why Google decided to change what was working just fine is beyond me.
Old Chrome: Small Google logo with search engine box. Large icons for most commonly visited websites. Easy to see, easy to use.
New Chrome: HUGE Google logo with matching search box. Small icons. When I do the control+ to enlarge them so I can see what the fuck I’m clicking on, it forces the now larger icons far enough down the page to require a scroll to see them all.
In the grand scheme of things, this is a minor bitch, but it really annoys me when companies feel they have to change the way things look and how they function, just for the sole purpose of saying “Hey, look how cool we are!” This usually results in changing a perfectly intuitive and useful website into something incomprehensible. Where’s that whiny emoticon?
My roommate’s cat was hit by a car last night and killed.
I had to inform her about it just a little while ago when I found the kitty this morning. I wrapped her in a towel and brought her back to her favorite patio chair. Roomie asked via text if I could put her in a box because she cannot bear to look at the body, so I did.
:(:(
He was here for two hours and all he did was a little looking at the thing, a little vacuuming and then some whining about how he couldn’t fix the boiler and how we should have shelled out $500 each year for a maintenance call. I bargained the company down to $212.
Fucking assholes all of them. A boiler should last at least 25 years. It should not be shit less then ten years later. Peerless is going to answer to me on this one.