Bwuh? 
I don’t think it’s necessary to declaw a cat, Shot From Guns, and it is not anything to be taken lightly. Zoe is the only declawed cat i’ve lived with and the last time she got out, i got her back in at half past 1 in the morning.
It’s just that there are a lot of stray cats round and i don’t want my cat getting hurt in a fight with a stray.
I know there are long ugly pit threads about declawed cats.
I’m so anti-declawing that I had my cat’s claws tipped with carbon-tungsten blades!
Bwahaha!
Wait. Why are you looking at me like that, cat?. I gave you catnip and fishy food just an hour ago. I cleaned your box. I swear! No wait, don’t jump up on me. I promise I’ll get you that new bed you want. And the new litter. You can sleep on my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor. Please, dear god, no… don’t jump up on me!
AAAAIIIEEE(gurgle)
thud.
Why is it that all doctors that tell arthritic folks that the best thing they can do is exercise all look like they’ve never had anything resembling pain in their lives?
My parents are replacing their roof right now, and have decided to do it themselves rather than hire someone professional to save money. But that’s a lot of work, much more so than my dad can really handle, in July heat, especially as an out of shape guy in his 50s. So my mom has offered me a whole hunnerd dollars :smack: per day if I want to do roofing work. And the offer stands through next summer, since they’ll probably only finish the worst parts of the roof this time.
And I happen to live halfway across the country from them. I’m working a real job with decent pay for the rest of the summer, then I’m starting grad school. She seems to think that a few hunnerd dollars is an awfully generous thing to give to a broke grad student, and it’s just kindness to give me something to do on all of my months off I must be getting :rolleyes:.
Now I’m trying to explain that while money is going to be tight, I’m not going to be that broke, and I’m sure as hell not going to fly home on my rare vacations just to spend the entire time doing physical labor that probably won’t even pay for my plane ticket.
They say that no food tastes as good as being thin feels. Having eaten barbecued ribs, I find this difficult to believe.
My dad is being a fucking idiot. You let the cat play in the (unused) fireplace for years, then one day there’s a nest of birds on top of the damper and you suddenly change the rules and tell her she can’t go inside it (without physically blocking it off), and then you get pissed and start yelling at her when she does it anyway? With the birds tweeting incessantly? Block the fucking fireplace off. She’s a fucking cat and it’s a fucking bird, 1+1=2 no matter how much you want to pretend that you can defy nature just by glaring at her.
Ok, I have three things
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To whoever wrote this technical manual - Why didn’t you make it word searchable? I don’t want to look at all 56 pages when I’m looking for exactly one sentence in the whole manual. And why does clicking on the document take me back to the top of it? That has to be one of the most annoying things I’ve ever encountered!
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To my lovely kittens - I love you so much, my tiny cats, but you gotta stop laying on my face when I am trying to sleep. Your fur does not feel good in my nose and mouth and your claws really don’t feel good on my cheeks. I’m starting to look like some kind of industrial accident.
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To me - Why do you keep walking on your hurty foot? It isn’t broken but you should probably quit walking on it. You really need to start taking care of yourself instead of just ignoring all the little problems. Remember when you had bronchitis for forever because you just ignored it? Yeah, let’s stop doing that.
You know, if my desk looks like an explosion in a public library and I have headphones on, it probably means that I am working on something right now, and so maybe this isn’t the best possible time to “drop in” and “visit for a while” and “just shoot the shit.” No, really. I am trying to block out the sound of your clucking so I can get this damn report finished.
I don’t want to talk to you people anyway, but today is definitely not a good day. Could you come back the first week in September, when I’m on vacation? No, I am not being “rude.” I am WORKING, dumbass. You should try it sometime. GO AWAY.
I agree with you there, unless I’ve been eating grease all weekend. Then I’ve got issues.
But what’s really scaring me is that, since I ate at the same place the guy in my office got typhoid and it has an incubation period of 10-20 days with constipation as an initial symptom, what if it’s that instead? If I get a fever, I’m going to the doctor immediately.
Who would’ve thought I’d have to worry about typhoid in the midwest?
I turned off my desktop for the first time in weeks (I usually just restart it occasionally just to clear out the temp files, or if needed for a new install or upgrade) and when I tried to start it up again it gave me a “Windows did not shut down properly” message and then would not even let me go into safe mode. A little online research led me to checking my RAM, and apparently I have a defective RAM card, since it started fine after I pulled one of them. So now I’m running on only 1.5G RAM. Although I suppose that’s better than having to go out and buy a new computer.
Dammit, milk, when the expiration date is July 28th, and it’s July 19th, I have a reasonable expectation that you’re not bad when I pour a big bowl of cereal for breakfast! On to Breakfast, Part II - Toast.
Well, yeah, but I like precision. And given that the granularity of Celsius is larger than what the human body can detect (i.e., there’s a noticeable difference for most people between X.0 degrees C and X.9 degrees C), for me at least it’s kind of relevant.
Sorry, anya, it was a joke about the fact that it’s one of those hot-button issues on this forum. It wasn’t directed at you, personally.
I’d say they’re two distinct and equally enjoyable feelings. Pretty sure the only correct solution is to binge and purge, so you can have both!
That works? Wow. This horrible work laptop has 2 gigs and barely limps along.
You really should have made an instant powdered chocolate beverage. Then it could have been Breakfast 2: The Quickening.
Soooo…
I can’t find a job for the life of me even though I’ve been looking since the beginning of summer (i.e. the last two months). Because of this, someone else (my boyfriend) has to pay for all my food and share of the rent. I appreciate his help immensely, but I feel terrible that I can’t find a way to support myself. I feel completely useless most days. I got kicked out of the school that I moved 1500 miles to go to because my grades weren’t good enough, so I don’t even have a degree to strive towards any more. I don’t have a car to go anywhere enjoyable, and no money to spend even if I could go places other than my apartment. It’s hot as hell and I end up drenched in sweat after 5 minutes of being outside. I miss my friends and family from home, and it seems like they don’t bother trying to communicate with me most of the time, which makes me believe they don’t give two shits about me being gone.
I am just becoming increasingly filled with frustration at myself and everything around me.
Get out and volunteer?
Groan.
Well, it’s a five year old Emachine running XP, and it originally came with only 512M, which I had only increased to 2.5G a year or so ago, but it does seem a bit slower today.
An even more accurate and much easier to do mentally is to go ahead and double the Celsius reading and then subtract 10% from that (to get the 9/5C) and then add 32.
40C = 2(40) - .1(2(40)) + 32 = 80 - 8 + 32 = 104F
Cat: You know you love me. Yeti: I’m so glad I’m not the only person who does practical math in weird steps like that.
Damn, I should have thought of that. I work with monetary figures in the same way, I just don’t generally have a need to switch between C and F.