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I don’t usually participate in these blog games, but this one was quite fun.
It’s a variation of the ever-popular “Band Name!” game.

The title of the article that comes up when you click here is your band name

The last four words of the last quote on this page is your album title

The third picture on this page is your album cover.

Mine:

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In other news, I was wrong about that LOLCat Bible Translation Project being the funniest thing ever. This is.

The scientists tell us that there are only two kinds of verbal humor/jokes.

• There’s the ones that are humming along and everything seems normal, then BAM, everything changes to nonsense.

• Then there’s the one where it seems like it’s just gibberish, and then, unexpectedly, the end of it makes sense of what came before.

I’ve always found the first kind as the ultimate joke. Nothing makes me laugh harder than things people say when they’re talking in their sleep, mistakes when speaking a foreign language, or humorous school answers.

The LOLCat Bible Translation Project.

A brief excerpt:

Job 1

1 In teh land of Uz wuz a man calded Job. Teh man wuz goodz, wif respeck fur teh Ceiling Cat and hated evilz.2 Teh man hadz seven sunz and tree doters,3 And lots of sheepz and camlez and rinoceruseses and servnts, srsly.4 His sunz tok turns mading cookies, and they all eated them.5 And Job wuz liek “Oh noes! Wut if cookies were sin? Gota prey, just in cased.”

Furst Tess

5 Teh ayngles wented to seez Ceiling Cat, and Saitin wented 2.6 Ceiling Cat axt Saitin, “Wher u wuz?” Saitin saied “Oh, hai. I’z wuz in ur earth, woking up and down uponz it.”7 Teh Ceiling Cat sayd “Has u seen mai servnt Job? He can has cheezburger cuz he laiks me.”

8 “No wai!” sed Saitin.9 “U just plyin favrits.10 If u take his cheezburgers, he no laiks u no moar.”

11 Then teh Ceiling Cat sed “Okai, u can take his bukkit, but no hurtzing Job hissef.” And then Saitin went awai.

Oh, how I hate unnatural things. They just make me go all squidgy and yuck.

Saturday, calmly sitting on the couch and eating my breakfast, I look over to see and Unnatural Thing climb slowly around the window casing not a foot from my face. The movement caught my eye.

At first, I thought it was two spiders mating, one on top of the other. Iggy, being made of spiders, but acceptable, being made of science. It took me a moment to realize that no, this was not two mating spiders. It was MonstroHugo The DeathSpider – Now With Extra Leg Action.

Some kind of mutant spider with AT LEAST one extra leg per side… and maybe more like three. It was a horror of movement. You know how normal spiders move? It did that, but with more legs. Ugh.
Looking at it just made me ill with the wrongness.

I squished him… but what are the odds that he’s the only MonstroHugo The DeathSpider to crawl from his mommy’s silk pouch with disgusting, wiggly, extra legs.

Let’s hope he WAS the only one for my sanity.

 

 

Yesterday, I did my very best to make my bed the comfiest place in the house.
I put on my densest, smoothest, cottony sheets  that smell so good from being hung out on the line to dry in the summer sunshine.
The soft, plushy sea-green blanket was next, the one that matches the walls in the bedroom.
Next the duvet in its new cotton cover in a beautiful pale blue with subtle square pattern. The cotton is so soft and smooth and cool, and turned down just so, with a nest of pillows at the top – the most inviting bed ever made.

It was a pleasure to sleep in, smelling of sunshine and wind. When the alarm went off, I didn’t want to leave it. I stumbled out of bed and took my morning bath, washed my hair and grumped into my bathrobe.
The bed looked so inviting when I went in to get my clothes.
I went to lay down again for just a second to get warm – it was a chilly morning.

A kitty came and curled around my head to purr, and before I knew it I fell back asleep.

I came awake again and got out of the comfy bed and started to go downstairs to get some tea when I noticed the time – I was supposed to be leaving the house RIGHT THEN!

Rush Rush Rush

Clothes on, lunch packed, goodbye kisses had and out the door.

But I still just want to snuggle in my well-made bed on this dreary day.

 
 
Our sweet Miss was 7 1/2 years old. Old for a ferret. Yesterday morning, we noticed she was constipated. We fed her laxative, and she passed a litte. She ate a little, but it was obvious that she was still in pain, and still not feeling well.

This afternoon, she got rapidly worse. She had also stopped eating and drinking today. Chancey called me at work, and I hurried home at three. We took her right to our vet, just one street away. The vet said that the current vet knew absolutely nothing about ferrets and would not be comfortable looking at her. They reccomended that we go to another nearby vet, as they have 5 doctors that work there, so there was a better chance we could see someone right away, and that someone would know about ferrets.

We drove to the animal hospital, went in. There was one other patient waiting. Miss Chan had started declining fast. She was now lethargic, eyes half open - a sign of intense pain in ferrets. This had all happened on the 15 minute drive to the new vet.

There were three people on front desk. We were told that all of the emergency slots were filled there, and for an emergency appointment, there was a two hour wait. By this time, it was slightly past 3:30. They also said that they close at 5, even if there are patients waiting, the docs go home and the patients get sent to the emergency vet hospital in Burlington, an hour’s drive away. No matter what. No exceptions.

By this time, Miss was obviously dying. I’ve held a dying ferret before, and I knew it. She was just going. She wasn’t going to last another half hour, much less the two hours that we’d have to wait here. Sorry - one and a half, then they’d kick us and our dying ferret out on the street.

So, we went back to our vet.

We told them that she was dying, and we just needed to have her put down so it didn’t hurt. They didn’t really want to and said that they didn’t know what the dosages were or the normal method of putting down for ferrets. They really wanted to help. By that time, we were both crying, quietly of course, and you could tell that it hurt them to look at us and our poor baby.

Chance said that gas is the usual way. She said she’d check with the vet, came back out and said that they’d give a shot, then bring her back out to us so that we could be with her as she passed.

They took her away in her little blanket and we waited.

They brought her back out five minutes later and said that she was already gone. She had passed right away. She was really sorry about that. I told her that it was ok. The important thing was that it didn’t hurt her - that was all we cared about. We didn’t want her dying to hurt.

When Sammie had some seizures and died, it hurt him terribly, and poor Miss… she was so little and frail and old. It would have broken my heart to see her go through anyting like that. It broke my heart when Sammie did.

So. Miss is gone.  She will be missed and loved forever. But she doesn’t hurt, and that’s what’s important.

 

 

 

I see many products and websites served up with my email every morning, because I use gmail, and it has text links on the right that are determined by keywords.

I actually like this. I get exposure to lots of stuff that I wouldn’t see otherwise. Like this jaunty little cone:

 

 

How adorable, yes? And it is for babies. Well, little boy babies.

What you see there is the oft-overlooked Pee-pee Teepee. 

Yes, now you too can have a little party hat for the festive Changing of the Diapers, a cap for little Junior’s whanger. A sort of raincoat for his wee wee-wee.

They come in several prints. some have pom-poms, for that jaunty french chic. 

 

In my day, mind you, we didn’t have these rainy-day helmets. We could tell when the kid was gonna pee and moved the diaper back closed for a second. In fact, it was sort of a game.

Oh well. The world flows on. If some moms want to exchange paying attention for a party hat, who am I to judge? 

Too bad Blake’s 7 wasn’t a possibility. I could totally do some fancy computer hacking using handsaws and screwdrivers. Totally.

You scored as Serenity (Firefly), You like to live your own way and don’t enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you. Millennium Falcon (Star Wars) 75% Serenity (Firefly) 75% Deep Space Nine (Star Trek) 75% FBI’s X-Files Division (The X-Files) 69% Bebop (Cowboy Bebop) 69% Moya (Farscape) 69% Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix) 63% Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica) 56% Andromeda Ascendant (Andromeda) 56% SG-1 (Stargate) 50% Babylon 5 (Babylon 5) 38% Enterprise D (Star Trek) 31% Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile II: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? (pics)

 

 

 

One  nearly generic office cubicle.

 

One Maxx figure, and one chicken picture

Maxx gets lost in the jungle

 He climbs to the top!

 

 Good thing Maxx is there to defend from buddha-I-got-as-prize-from-sisters-baby-shower! 

 

 Hooray!

30 new brands have been added to the recall, and almost all of the brands that were already on the list have expanded their recalled products. Go here for the latest recall info.