After the July from hell with days and days in the high nineties I’m deleriously happy with anything below 85.
I think the high this summer was 104. ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR.
The cats basically refused to come out of the basement. Eldest tried to convince me ice cream was the only possible meal option.
Thank you for a TERRIFIC mental image! I’m sorry Spike is such a dummy, really, but … lolz. (He should get together with our little SmallDumbCat - they could remind each other to breathe, and not walk into walls, when the other one forgot … )
Oh, and for whatever it’s worth, my ferrets used a rodent bottle with no problems, so I’d imagine a cat could, too.
Why is making child care arrangements so freaking difficult? Why must it take so much time and energy? I just want to hire someone reasonably responsible to pick up my kid from school a couple of days a week. Is that so much to ask?
Stoopid fish, the one who has attempted suicide on multiple occasions, by such methods as somehow swimming under the filter sideways, and attempting to eat something bigger than his own head, appears to be finally managing it. Got home today, and he was almost lying on the bottom of the tank- gills are still going, but if they still are in the morning it’ll be a miracle. He’s been looking a bit ‘off’ for a little while, but he ate fine two days ago- I wasn’t expecting this so soon. 
I watched a car driving down the wrong side of the road today as the driver talked on the cellphone - the car had a UK-type license plate on the front of the car - my guess is, he is a UK-trained driver, and he reverted to his original training while his attention wasn’t on his driving. There’s a vivid demonstration for you of what happens when people try to drive and talk on a cellphone at the same time! :eek:
Oh, and to the guy who called me a fat bitch repeatedly, quit parking across sidewalks.
Just found out my 16 year old nephew, who is on probation for stealing and refuses to abide by rules, hit my sister(his mother) because she was being the parent and adult. She reported him to both the police and probation officer…so far no consequences . Grrrr
HOLY COW!!! That’s not a mini rant, its a major rant. I hope things get better really soon.
You just can’t plan this sort of thing 
Plus, they are cats. Rotten beasts!
Spike has the water bowl until this weekend. I need to be able to see him using the rodent bottle before I take the bowl away.
I use rodent bottles when I trap feral cats, so I know to put the bottle on the outside of the lattice. Otherwise, Spike would probably do just as you said.
Your ferrets were probably much smarter than Spike. Feral cats figure the rodent bottle out very quickly, but they are smarter than goldfish as well.
When I moved in here, the guys put my couch where I asked them too…but after a while it started bothering me because it didn’t look right. Not centered properly in my mind. So, after a couple of months, I moved everything about 6 inches to the left. Spike fell off the right side of the couch for a couple of weeks.
Those walls are tricky things, btw. Especially doorways. The reason that Spike is the only cat who has a one way kitty door is because his method of going through the door is to put his head down and run fast and butt the door open.
This works nicely when he’s going out. The problem is coming back inside. The floor in the sunroom is about 4 inches lower, so the cats need to kinda jump. Spike has never learned to jump and it makes me laugh/cry when I hear his head hitting the door in his attempt to come back in.
This isn’t really a mini-rant, but there’s no better place to put it.
My dad had a stroke a couple of months ago. It’s been touch and go. He had a brain abscess afterwards, necessitating more surgery. Overall, his recovery has been okay, but some things are more affected than others. Where he’s showing the most change is in his ability to deal with emotions. He used to be able to hold things back, and now he can’t.
Now, I’ve had a pretty rocky relationship with him. He was emotionally abusive to me, my sister, and my mom when I was growing up. I never really thought about why he might be that way. I mean, all I knew is that it sucked and he shouldn’t do it.
Anyway. Through all of this, it’s come out that my grandpa used to beat him.
Now, I had a great relationship with my grandpa. I never saw him be a jerk. I don’t even remember him ever raising his voice, and I spent a lot of time there when I was a kid. One time, my grandpa even stuck up for me to my dad. And yet…this.
Maybe he’s delusional, but…I honestly don’t think so. If I examine things from a detached perspective, it explains a lot of things (his own distance from his parents, the reason he always talks about grandma but never grandpa), and…
…I don’t know. I just can’t reconcile those two people. The person who apparently beat my dad, and the man who taught me how to draw cat faces and let me win at arm wrestling as an eight year-old girl and who let me cheat at Yahtzee. It’s painful as hell to even try.
I fucking hate this.
Look, asshole, your shark fin soup isn’t cultural, and the proposed ban on it isn’t targeting Chinese people - it’s an attempt to try to right a huge wrong. Killing sharks for their fins is just plain wrong, and hiding behind a veil of culture is bullshit.
To anyone who creates a website that goes into an infinite loop when cookies are blocked or a game that goes into an infinite loop when blocked by a firewall: please find a gutter and die in it. If you want me to enable cookies/internet access, making the program freeze up does not fucking help.
There are too many places for STUFF to HIDE in this house. I don’t know how I lost a bottle of ibuprofen and I don’t know where the fuck I saw it last.
What the fuck anybody needs with a bowl of shark fin soup mystifies me. Sharks are predators and the fin probably has a lot of cartilage so it can’t be very tasty.
My mother is a mother from Hell and a mother-in-law from an even worse place, yet she’s great with the grandkids (except when she forgets that they’re around and goes back to 1-generation-away mode to a grownup). The Gramps from Hell was fine so long as there was another relative around and the subject wasn’t soccer; he could spin a tale better than the Grimms.
I’m sorry you’re going through this, but I hope it helps the pain you feel from the memories your father gave you.
It’s no worse than killing any other animal for any other body part (unless the animals are endangered), so your objection is purely cultural.
The women in my new job are nice enough, but they are loud as fuck and like to violate my personal space. Because of past issues, this sends my adrenaline through the roof and makes me feel like hitting someone, badly. It may be stupid, but I think it should be universally known that if you violate someone’s personal space, all bets are off.
Is there another animal that is killed for so little of it’s body? Seems a little like killing the buffalo just for the hide, doesn’t it?
From Wiki
Just saw a political ad by none other than Chuck Norris and a pretty and much younger blond woman I assume was his wife. They were trying to warn me of he danger of voting for Obama. It seems that if Obama wins, it will be the begining of a Thousand Years of Darkness*.
A THOUSAND YEARS OF DARKNESS!!!
I wish I was kidding. That is exactly the term the chick used. She looked right into the camera and said it. No shame at all.
I figured people were objecting to the practice of hauling the shark on board, lopping off the fins, and throwing the animal back to die. Also, the fins are harvested indiscriminately – endangered species will frequently wind up being used for stew.
Ludovic walks in to a cafe Paninibucks-style place at 7 am and sees the breakfast menu offers such stuff as:
Swiss cheese, tomato, basil
Munster, bacon, egg
While the lunch menu offers stuff like:
Pizza
Bacon and cheddar burger
In fact, all items on the menu had one ingredient in common.
Ludovic: Hi, Mr W! I’d like the swiss and tomato sandwich.
Mr W: Umm, about the Swiss – we’re out of Swiss cheese
Ludovic: Doesn’t have to be Swiss
Mr W: Well, I could make it from mozzarella, but it’s not ready yet
Ludovic: Do you have any cheese at all?
Mr W: No
Ludovic: [del]I’m going to ask that question once more, and if you say no I’m going to shoot you through the head[/del]
Ludovic: Oh, I guess I’ll go somewhere else, then. :rolleyes:
Apparently there is a type of fish, whose species is Micromensistius poutassou (there is a similar one in southern latitudes called Micromesistius australis - I can’t vouch for typos in either name) which is heavily fished and, at least in the case of Canadian fisheries and as per a documentary watched about 10 years ago, exclusively for its undeposited eggs which get sent to Japan. The reason I remember is that these same species are extremely popular in Spain, being the smallest and cheapest of “light meat fishes”, but per the documentary Canadians haven’t figured out they’re edible or that there’s a big market for them Over Here.