In Rome it snows about once every twenty years. So while those who are used to seeing their streets turn white may find those five cm hilarious, it is something that many Romans had seen once before or not even that much.
What I found mildly hilarious was the article’s equating centimeters with inches (the apocalyptic tone, which included awe at Moscow’s experiencing -4F in the current cold wave) was a bonus.
*Rome got 2.5 inches of snow in 2012, so it’s not something terribly new for them.
Yeah, every time it snows in BCN it snows in Rome as well. Or vice versa. But we’re still talking about places where people use “it was the year it snowed” as a time marker.
This is why I tend not to update stuff unless there’s a good reason to. Not specifically because it might lose my settings, but just in general because it may screw something up, and often does. And even if it doesn’t, it frequently introduces unfamiliar “features” that I dislike and make my experience worse. Right now my phone is clamoring for both an OS and a Google Services update and I fear the worst. It’s gotten to the point that I simply refuse to put my Kindle online at all, because it will auto-update without asking. I buy books on the PC and transfer them over so as not to risk suddenly being the proud owner of brand new unwanted software. I hate the idea of some faceless corporation having unfettered control over something that I paid good money for and like to believe I actually own. The last time my Kindle was online it tried to auto-update, failed, and left it partially broken. It took second-level Amazon support to get it working again.
Thanks for the sympathy, this is not unexpected, but its still painful. I’m the lucky one to have been able to share so much time with him. He could probably hang on for another few months or so, and if he was still having more good days than bad ones…
Vet will be here at 10 on Saturday. That will give Lucky time to have breakfast, yell at the water fountain, confuse the litter robot by pooping last and then settle down for a nap in his favorite chair. I can’t talk about this anymore, sorry.
As to the question about if any of the other critters sense anything? All of the pets I have during my life have always seemed to know when another member of the family was sick and couldn’t play anymore.
Buttercup hovers over Lucky. She jumps the baby gate to check on him on an hourly basis. He wishes she would stop because she always gives him a lick or 3 and that means he has to try to wash the dog drool off his fur, which isn’t easy for him anymore. Its OK when Missy curls up with him and gives him a face wash, cat spit is much better than dog drool.
Simple doesn’t seem to get it, so tries to play with Lucky but gives up when Lucky doesn’t notice the flirting. Seeing as how Simple’s idea of flirting someone into a play is to toss his beloved rubber band in the other cat’s direction and then showing his belly has never been understood by any kitty in the past, I don’t think that’s a part of Lucky being old and sick. I thinks its just because Simple is an inbred moron.
I’m sorry, flatlined. 
Lucky sounds like a pretty cool old fella.
Why does Lucky yell at the water fountain, and how did I miss this habit?
‘Scuse me, please. Something in my eye. 
Well, fuck. I was RIFfed this morning. I got a nice severance package, but I will never find as good a job as this one was - 10 minutes from home, 4 days a week, with a wide variety of interesting work.
Damn. So sorry.
Well, you’re in Seattle, so you still have time to get to bed at a decent hour. Because (get ready for deep wisdom from someone who’s been RIFfed and even fired unjustly)… tomorrow is another day.
Oh man, I knew when I quit hanging out here for a while that I’d miss some shit, but who’s Simple? Someone catch me up, I love all the flatlined vignettes.
They’re my version of soap operas, I guess. Memorable characters; story lines that are similar enough to my life to be relatable, yet full of exotic and fun details to provide escapist entertainment. (It keeps going! Your B.B. is a Texas oil man, sorta, so there’s the J.R. character … Lucky’s dementia supplies the obligatory soap opera amnesia … I’ve always wanted to own a retired racing greyhound, so that covers the ogling & coveting … )
Do you still have a house feral with his own personal kitten, or am I really behind on last season’s character rotation?
Maybe all us Texas Dopers should have a Dopefest and catch up.