Wow - that totally worked. Thanks!
Anti-rant. A foster home has opened up for the puppies. This is such a good thing, the puppies will be with someone who knows how to properly care for them…and I was starting to name them. I never name my fosters, that’s such a slipperly slope.
I’ve also managed to move the ferals to Tony’s house. They don’t actually live there, even though he has taken some of the skirting off the back of his trailor so they can sleep there. Tony has a good heart and has routed his dryer vent under his trailor so he can run the dryer to warm the wildlings when it snows. Bill has set up an automatic payment to Tony so he gets money at the third of the month because Tony has budget problems. When Tony gets his check, he buys pet food first, no pets go hungry, but sometimes Tony does.
And here is my rant: Tony knows that I work. Tony doesn’t seem to understand that when I’m working, I’m working. Unless he’s bleeding or in jail I can’t just drop everything and go to help him. I’m working, goshdarnit!
Today, Tony called me to say that he thought he had an appointment at the Veterans’ Hospital, but when he got there, they were closed. And he was out of gas. Tony seemed really outraged when I told him that he would have to wait a couple of hours because I couldn’t rescue him until my lunch break. I honestly do love that man, but he’s never seemed to understand that I am at work and can’t drop everything and to to his rescue.
As it happened, Tony got so bored waiting for me that he dug through his trunk and saddlebags and found 600 pennies, so managed to roll his bike to the gas station and then the clerk had the unmitigated gall to actually count the pennies before she would turn the pump on.
I just spent a lot of happy time laughing at those videos, thank you 
I honestly don’t think that Steve is threatening death, even though Steve did manage to take a 200 pound man down. Spike is going to have such a hard time with this move. He doesn’t do well with change.
A couple of years back, my kitty tree was really shabby looking, so I saved my pennies and bought a new one, proudly brought it home and then moved the shabby one into my bedroom.
Spike freaked out. The new kitty tree in the living room would scare him so badly that he would run into the bedroom and see the suddenly strange kitty tree in the bedroom, then run back into the living room and OMG!!! Spike finally hid under the couch and peed on the floor and refused to come to the kitchen for dinner.
I moved the new kitty tree into the bedroom and put the old one back in the living room so that Spike could walk past it to get to the litterbox room and the kitchen. Spike is the reason that we are moving the old kitty tree to Texas.
Hurray for brain dead cats 
Try this, it works for me- A large glass of water with a heaping tablespoon of that orange fiber powder 30 minutes before dinner. You can also get it in sugar free.
Assorted insults, litterbox offerings, and PCFBBs to Facebook right now. Their definition of “most recent” (my preferred post sort) has two posts more recent than Oct. 4.
Great!
Yeah, mine is deciding that a joke-pic from yesterday is more recent than this mornings posts too
Also, it helpfully no longer shows me the posts of a friend who’s due to go into labour any day now, but does show me when she’s commented on her own post. So hey, Ash, when you have the baby, not only update FB but make sure you comment on your own post too? Kthanxbye!
Grrrr.
Get SocialFixer (f.k.a. Better Facebook). It can’t fix everything (because the FB staff are apparently rolling out updates once or twice a DAY, and SocialFixer is only one guy with a life), but it fixes a LOT of issues, including turning anyone’s home page into a single column display instead of a dual column one.
Just returned from the gym during my lunch break. I go a bit late to avoid the crowds and have easier access to the weights I want, and normally I have the locker room pretty much to myself when I shower afterwards.
Today I was the only one in the room, getting my stuff out of my locker. Another guy came in. He could have chosen just about any empty locker in the place. He chose… the one right next to mine.
Then I turned to grab a spot on the bench to put my stuff on while I changed. Another guy comes in. There are three completely empty benches in addition to mine, and about 8 feet of space to the left of where I am on my bench. He chooses to put his stuff on the 2 feet to the right of me.
Does the concept of personal space not exist when you are sweaty and naked?
And another one. My office IT just loaded Windows 7 on my computer, and in doing so deleted all my Firefox add-ons, including LeechBlock.
So now I can’t control my Straight Dope habit 
PCFBBs?
What does that mean, please?
Class, antecedents can be your friends.
Osh Kosh = kind of a catchy brand name
Osh Kosh B’Gosh = obnoxiously annoying
Left the dog off-leash park yesterday to find my husband’s car with paw prints up the side and the driver’s side door scratched right to shit, and not even a “sorry” note.
Pardon my curiosity, flatlined, but what do the puppies look like?
Micro-rant: my hair fell. I forgot to put in hairspray this morning and it has decided that right over my eyes is the correct place to be. I can’t see! (And I don’t have a hair thing
Mini-rant: How the hell did I lose a week? Goddammit! I had lots of things to do this month but that was okay because somehow the first weekend in October was still a week away. Since realizing my error (last Thursday) I have had to rush through our Thanksgiving prep and rush to get my daughter’s birthday parties together. Not to mention that I acidentally made plans to host a dinner party on my birthday. I don’t want to host a dinner party on my birthday! I want to be able to relax and have some adult beverages. Oh, yeah and I am planning a big family vacation that I have done basically nothing for that is now in less than five weeks.
I want my extra week back! I promise I will get tons done.
One time I accidentally dropped my digital camera in a glass of an alcoholic drink. I was worried because the camera didn’t work immediately after the dunking, but I took the batteries out and let the camera dry out for a few days, and it came back from the dead. Yay!
Does this work on Chrome?
Post Cat Food Bird Bombs. My ringneck dove likes cat food, but her digestive system doesn’t. The results are probably illegal under some chemical/gas warfare treaty or other. Horrifically messy and smelly, IOW.
Sure does.