I must be evil, because I would immediately pull my car out and park there … and I think I would go out and find a running, legally registerable and insurable junker for a couple hundred bucks and leave it there - moving it forward or back a few inches a day to foil any tire marking system [they swipe chalk on a tire so cops can see if a car has been moved or not.]
I’ve never understood why anyone thinks they have a right to park anywhere on any street, whether in front of their own house or anywhere else. The streets are public property.
I live in San Francisco, and parking is very tight on my street. Fortunately, we have a garage for one of our cars, but the other one goes on the street. Usually it’s in front of our house because we manage to get there first, and my SO is kind of anal about grabbing that space (if we had to park somewhere else) when someone vacates it. It’s a constant dance, and my only beef with my neighbors is that most of them don’t use their garages for any of their cars but for storage (or, in the case of across the street, illegal living space). But that’s the way of the world, so I don’t fight it.
You know somebody who lives in his garage?
I rubbed my eye too hard the other day or something, because I have a big red spot on the white* of my left eye, and it doesn’t hurt or itch thank heavens, but I hate looking at it! It makes my eyes water to behold my own reflection, and what little girl doesn’t grow up dreaming of being able to say THAT about herself!
- well, it’s supposed to be white.
One man’s “evil” is another man’s “damn, that’s a good idea.”
[Colin Hay singing] “Or a woman, if you are one.” [/CH singing]
Yeah, we get snow in May sometimes too. Around here, the only months where it’s guaranteed not to snow are June, July, and August (we had some snow on September 30 once.)
No, I know of a house where the garage was converted illegally to living space and some people, possibly part of the family, live there.
My poor little two year old has a cold and a fever. She’s miserable but the cats are in celebration mode. I haven’t heard such loud purring since I accidentally left out some corned beef overnight.
Um. Coincidentally, there’s already a pit under the gate. You see we also need to pour concrete under the gate to keep the dogs from digging out and somebody thought they’d start that first because nobody was getting the gate up and she dug down a full foot to do things right. But then she wanted help mixing the concrete and no one volunteered.
Weeks later the boy finally got motivated and started building the gate rather than dealing with the pit. He put a sagging piece of particle board over half of it, called for us all to help, and warned us not to step in the pit.
Having a pit under the gate does not make the thing easier to paint. (I’ll check to see if it can be lifted off the hinges. Thanks kaylasdad99.) The poles and foundations, mind, were installed months ago. The gate has slowly leaned over and died three times in the last five or six years, so this time it’s metal poles and BIG foundations.
Another 8 inches of snow last night. And both kids are sick. And I’m STILL a fucking grad student.
Hang in there, brother.
For several years now, the local gas company has been telling my mother that there is a very minor gas leak on the side of her house (which I moved into with her a few years ago). Since she lives in a mobile home park, the park is the owners of the lot, Mother owns the house. The park has avoided doing anything about the leak because it would mean crawling under the house and digging up gas lines, and they don’t want to do that. Well, we haven’t blown up yet, and apparently it’s only a really tiny leak.
Well, last week, a guy from the gas company showed up and measured stuff and said he would be coming back this week (today) to dig up the line and fix the leak.
Guess what? He didn’t show up.
On the radio right now there’s discussion about the political debate that just happened, instead of the regular program that I usually listen to before bedtime. Damn it.
As I recall, you have curbs. And you have an endless supply of dog poop. If the bad parker wins, perhaps you might want to dispose of some of the poop in the street. Next to the curb, where someone might step in it while getting out of their car?
NONONO!!! Don’t do that! I’m pretty sure its against the law, besides, you would be the first suspect. Or not, they might suspect each other and then you will get to be able to see the fisticuffs after all 
I don’t want to be a nag or anything, but you might want to call your eye doctor. If you don’t remember injuring yourself, its possible there is something else going on.
I have 2 cages full of kittens in the rescue room. For some reason, Steve is in love with one of them. He’s constantly by that cage, watching the little fluffball and trying to stick his paw between the bars. Sometimes he rolls on his back and shows his belly and makes “I’m harmless” chirps. He’s not being aggressive, its not a predator stare or anything.
Its the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen a cat do. For those who don’t hang on my every word 
Steve is a feral tomcat who was TNR’d as an adult, but the Release part didn’t stick. I know that Steve doesn’t need to kill kittens anymore, but habits remain, so I’d never let him be in the same room with an un-caged kitten. Why he would pick one kitten out of the endless litters that have gone through that room is beyond me.
Well, flatlined, my usual answer to why cats do xxxx (anything at all) is: “Cats is weird.”
Sounds like a small subconjunctival hemorrhage - basically a broken blood vessel but under the clear surface of the eye. It should start going away within a few days. If your vision is affected, see a doctor. (IANAD/N, but I worked in ophthalmology for over a decade, and saw a ton of these. Your eye doctor will almost surely just shrug and tell you the above, unless it’s actually affecting vision or you have other symptoms.)
Neutered tomcats can turn into raging cuddle monsters. The shelter’s FIV room is primarily male, adult strays and TNR turned TNA fellas, all battered and huge cheeks and clearly ex-MMA fighters. It’s the cuddliest room in the building.
There’s currently a dude named Winston on our first floor (non-FIV) who is the kitten nanny cat. He is obsessed with every new kitten that’s released in his area. He tackles them, holds them down, and grooms and grooms them while they’re squirming and wondering what the heck’s going on. He makes fast friends out of them and he’s always got a kitten nearby. Until they get adopted or moved to another floor. He seems to take the losses in stride, though, and looks forward to the next kitten he gets to tackle. He strolls by the acclimation cages and trills and rolls around the floor at the kittens, just waiting for them to be let out.
Cats is weird. Maybe your guy has softened up a bit over time after being neutered and enjoying being a house cat!
PHS, listen to Ferret Herder. Someone with lots of experience with eyes and how they are abused has better advice than me.
Whilst I agree with everyone that cats are Teh Wierd, Steve usually grumbles and hides in his cage when the kittens get loud. He’s picked ONE kitten out of the 7 in the cage. After I posted about it, I went into the rescue room and shut the door on Steve’s cage (Steve in his safe box in his safe cage because he heard a human going up the stairs), I grabbed the kitten and gave him a look over.
While all kittens are special, this one was not more special than the others. Male, gray DSH*, his neuter wound is healing nicely. I held the kitten close to Steve’s cage and Steve came out of his box to touch noses through the bars.
SeaDragonTattoo, thank you so much for posting that. It actually brought bittersweet tears to my eyes because Fred was the bestest kitty mommy in the world. Some of my cuddliest rescues were old beat up tomcats.
I’d think it would be great if Steve wanted to interact with the kittens and be a cuddlepot for them, but he only wants this one. This is really not normal behavior from Steve.
I don’t trust Steve enough to let him out of his cage while the kitten is out. Steve is much faster than me and he’s got very sharp claws and teeth.
*the first time I took Fred to the vet, they wrote DSH on his chart. I didn’t know what it meant and figured that it meant Damned Shit Head. Every time I see that, my snickering 15 year old comes out.
Ooooooh, you are eeevil! And brilliant! This could be the solution to many of life’s little problems. A little dog poop in a strategic spot.
Um, don’t really want a junker in front of my house … 
And I don’t really care if someone parks there, as long as they leave room for our car too.
Here we only really have to move them on Thursday morning for street sweeping, tho technically any vehicle on the street is supposed to be moved every day. The car has been out there for a week because I drove it over a HUGE retread and messed up the front end, so it’s waiting for parts. No ticket yet …
Well, that is San Francisco, and this is an Orange county tract home neighborhood. There is plenty of parking, but the folks across the street not only made an (illegal) fourth bedroom out of their garage, and have three more vehicles than they have driveway space, they also for some bizarre reason don’t want to use the two car space in front of their own house. So, as far as I am concerned, they can FOAD.
The bad neighbor won today BUT left plenty of room to park there when we got home today, so for now I’ll be good. Would have to gather up Chihuahua poop first, so it would look like someone other than me!
Shrug, it’s just French for what my own doctors diagnose as congestión laringonasal, which in plain English means “your nose and throat are all clogged up indeed.”
As for why suppositories go up the other end, it’s what makes them suppositories, going up that end. And for why would someone think of a suppository as a good delivery method for an anticongestant, no idea.