I have no idea. I’m just waiting for my stuff to come for my taxes next year to figure it all out.
Purplehorseshoe, I sure hope things get better for you quickly. I’m also hoping that you still have a bed to sleep in, I spent a year sleeping in my car and it sucked. All of this happened at such a bad time of year. Keep appealing your UI denial, you have the spare time 
The Karen/Missy conflict came to an upsetting end this year. Missy was redecorating and fell off the fridge. Karen heard Missy scream and ran into the kitchen to see a red hand towel on the floor and Missy trying to get up with what looked like a broken leg. Karen didn’t hesitate, she grabbed a laundry basket, lined it with bath towels, plopped Missy into the basket, covered her with more towels and took her to our vet.
While nobody is quite sure how she managed it, her shoulder was broken during the fall. Now she gets to live in a cage for the next 6 weeks to be sure she doesn’t jump and stop the healing process. Karen is beside herself with guilt and we just can’t convince her that it wasn’t her fault. (It really wasn’t, sometimes, shit just happens.)
A lot of printers have an icon embedded into the manual feed tray indicating face up or down.
Alternately, maybe print a couple of labels saying Labels Face Up/Labels Face Down. Available information indicates you have access to both a printer and label stock.
ETA:
flatlined. So sorry to hear about Missy. Hope she gets to feeling better soon.
ETA: Totally screwed up that ETA. Must be Monday. 
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Those embedded icons are the same color as the rest of the feeder, kinda hard to see. Sharpies have always helped me to deal with the problem.
Missy’s mishap has caused more than a little household upset. Karen thinks its her fault and tried to use her card to pay Missy’s vet bill. Its so not her fault. Karen is of pushing Missy’s cage around with her while she’s cleaning so Missy won’t feel alone and neglected. The other critters are not thrilled with the moving cage or the knowledge that one of their own (pets, not the rescues they see coming in and out) could possibly end up in a cage. Everyone except Steve’s Kitten of course, they used to hang out in a cage because Steve liked it. SK likes to jump up on top of Missy’s cage, which upsets Karen much more than it does Missy.
Karen is now using green kitchen towels because she thinks it would be mean to use the red ones while Missy can’t do anything about it.
When I’ve “discussed” the whole thing with Missy, she seems pretty smug about all the upset and disruption caused by someone denying her will.
Snorts (at the bolded)
Those embedded icons are the same color as the rest of the feeder, kinda hard to see. Sharpies have always helped me to deal with the problem.
Missy’s mishap has caused more than a little household upset. Karen thinks its her fault and tried to use her card to pay Missy’s vet bill. Its so not her fault. Karen is of pushing Missy’s cage around with her while she’s cleaning so Missy won’t feel alone and neglected. The other critters are not thrilled with the moving cage or the knowledge that one of their own (pets, not the rescues they see coming in and out) could possibly end up in a cage. Everyone except Steve’s Kitten of course, they used to hang out in a cage because Steve liked it. SK likes to jump up on top of Missy’s cage, which upsets Karen much more than it does Missy.
Karen is now using green kitchen towels because she thinks it would be mean to use the red ones while Missy can’t do anything about it.
When I’ve “discussed” the whole thing with Missy, she seems pretty smug about all the upset and disruption caused by someone denying her will.
Never try to out stubborn a cat.
I’m really tired of news headlines including the word “blast”. Seems like I’ve read a ton of them using it lately. “So and so “blasts” some other dipshit” for something or other.
It often involves the POTUS (mostly as the blaster), but that’s beside the point. It just seems like such a mindless and gratuitous word to use in what should be journalism. We also have plenty of news events that involve literal blasting with firearms.
How about “So and so ‘critiques’ somebody else”? Or simply says XYZ. Or how about we just don’t create news out of offhand remarks that amount to nothing more than soap opera bullshit.
Related: I don’t want to see the word “influencer” ever again, and I don’t want to see every little interest or activity referred to as a “culture”. Sub-culture maybe, but even that has a rather high bar to entry in my mind.
Speaking of news, can we declare a moratorium on “Breaking News”?
I have bad news for many of you parents that hope your now-adult child will stop being a moron: it may never happen. My 35 year old daughter just bought me a Chrstmas gift when:
She knows I don’t need or want anything
Every year I tell her not to buy me anything
She knows I only do this stupid holiday for the grandkids
But most importantly, she can’t afford to buy anything because she has a very limited fixed income. I pay her water/sewer/garbage every month, for fuck"s sake! I also pay for them to have internet so tbe oldest grandkid can do his homework at home. I know how tight things are.
In 3 weeks, she will be asking me for food and gas money for a scheduled upcoming trip to take the youngest grandkid to his specialist audiology appointments 140 miles away. I know this because she told her sister yesterday that she needed the money, and asked her how best to ask me for it. I usually go to these appointments and pay for all that, but can’t this time for reasons.
The gift is unreturnable consumables that I buy and use regularly, so it was just something she knew I would use and that she knows I already have. If it had been like $5, I would not be so frustrated. But it was around $60, and a better gift would be making better choices.
What the actual fuck goes on in her mind, I will never know. Gah!
I know I should not let it bother me, and I should be glad that she thought of me. Then I think if she actually thought about me, she’d know better than to get me anything.
Plus, the grandkids are sick so I don’t even get to see them. I am :mad: and :(.
More proof that editing is not a lost art; it’s an abandoned one. Chairman Max? Good grief!
Sad that an author’s obituary gets screwed up by incompetents.
Eggnog it is then. Ok, why are my first holiday posts on FB always from That Damned Local Funeral Home?
If I’m dead, I’m not likely to see it. If someone close to me dies, I’m not likely to be fishing through my ‘Seasons Greetings’ posts for a body-stuffer and coffin maker.
Maybe the fine print offers a coupon of 15% off if you drag in to them the bed curtains? I’ll go check.
Whitey Ford tells the story of how he and Yogi Berra were sitting together during Old Timers Day at Yankee Stadium when they flashed the names of the Yankees players who died in the past year on the scoreboard. Berra turned to Ford and said, “I hope I don’t live long enough to see my name up there.”
I got the flu on Christmas Eve.
So far I’ve missed any time that I would have had to be with my family (two birthdays, Christmas dinner and a movie so far). I’m hoping that I will be okay to fly home on Saturday.
My parents have been great and all but I was looking forward to seeing the rest of my family as well.
STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILER:.
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I just want to personally thank the dickhead sitting behind me that insisted on mumbling out the dramatic final line of the movie before the actor said it.
So it was so important to you, sir to let everyone around you to know that you either saw the movie or are so much more clever than either of us that you have to spoil it after sitting watching 2 hours and 20 minutes waiting for the ending?
Here’s an idea: can you anticipate what I am going to say next?
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You got it: FUCK YOU.
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Why do the people who work at sub shops insist on holding long conversations with each other or with me while they are are hovering directly over my submarine sandwich?
At my local Jersey Mike’s today, the workers were all chatting about the holiday schedule and time off and when paychecks were going to be given out and so on. What’s the problem, you ask, did it distract them from their work?
No, they were working just fine. However, they don’t realize that all of the flecks of spittle that leave their mouths as they speak are forming a fine mist that is settling directly on the sandwich they are preparing. My sandwich.
Yuck!
And they all do it, everywhere. It’s nothing I could ever ask them not to do–such an effort would be futile. The only thing that would help would be a proper salad-bar sneeze guard on their side of the counter.
Slicing one’s thumb while cutting lemons is not a whole lot of fun. It is also a rather bad time to offer me a salt shaker. I am not a widow, but it came pretty close tonight.
For those worrying about Missy and how she is dealing with vile confinement, she loves it. All she has to do is quietly meow to have slaves offer her treats, fresh water, scoop the box, anything her little kitty heart desires. This is how Steve the feral cat ended up owning his own cage and kitten. Cats are jerks.
Oh, my absolutely everlovin’ shitfucking tittysucking JESUSFUCKNADO CHRIST!
I finally have a computer capable of ripping my enormous collection of CDs into the cloud at a speed somewhat faster than a geriatric snail … and every. single. fucking. disc. has ripped properly into Windows Media Player, and then every. single. fucking. one of them is uploading into Google Music Play … MINUS THE FIRST TRACK.
So I guess I now have … I dunno, manually edit EVERY SINGLE DISC to somehow re-upload with the initial track. Thousands of albums. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I am so using this next time someone cuts me off in traffic.
Hmmm, does your blood taste like is Agave plant juice? 
There was a car accident a month or 1½ ago. I know about it because I saw the sign down & the tire marks on the small hill on the opposite side of the sidewalk from the road, meaning the car went off the road about 10’, right past the traffic light from the small strip mall near her house.
This car accident caused me to hurt my back…on Christmas night. - I was walking the dog & went to turn around before the light when I kicked the 2" metal stump in the cement that was the sign base.
The town has an online system that you can put in requests. I put in a not-exactly-polite request that I expected this be remedied on Thurs (how hard is it to drop a cone over it?). I look when we went out on Thurs & there was a cone in the area (it was about a block away from the way we went) but there was none when we came home. I took the beast & walked over there. The cone was gone but so was the 2" of metal sticking out of the cement; they obviously (fresh cut & metal dust on the ground) came out with a saw & cut it flush.
Kudos to a municipality to act quickly to fix a dangerous situation!