Night, actually. I’ve never watched Lost, as I don’t watch a lot of network television and even fewer series shows. I believe the last series I used to watch on even a regular basis was ER, many years ago, and then not as religiously as some people watch “their shows”. I happened to catch pieces . . . → Read More: Lazy day
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Mickey thinks so, anyway. The thing about chickens is that really (from a pet standpoint), they simply aren’t all that bright. Which is fine, really, when you think about it. They’re not like dogs, who need and crave attention, and not like cats with their “One day we will take over this planet, as . . . → Read More: Tastes like chicken It isn’t just animals that die, of course. People can (and do) die both suddenly and not so suddenly. Case in point: one of our customers, who had been with us since almost the very first, died unexpectedly early in February of a heart attack. We did not discover this until late in the month . . . → Read More: Death and life and death and life Back on the 18th of February, I mentioned that my cat, Boots, was dying. We knew it wasn’t going to be much longer, and so it wasn’t – after all, she was about 18 years old. I had been sleeping on the couch for about a week or so, Boots with me, just to have . . . → Read More: A peaceful sleep The first in a series of reposts, now that the technical issues have been handled. Nothing like trying to recreate whatever was in your head at the time you wrote something. We’re in the kitchen, hanging out, talking, probably cooking, and mom says, “What’s that?”, pointing out toward the road. “Is that the big black . . . → Read More: Dining on the terrace My cat is dying. She’s been dying for awhile, of course, just as we all are at our own varying speeds. Her time is simply coming to an end sooner than that same end is coming for the rest of us. For now, she occasionally gets outside to sun her old bones, . . . → Read More: Endgame Three, to be precise. We combined them into a single dinner to keep our (my) sanity intact, since I am also cooking for tomorrow’s superbowl dinner and next Saturday’s baby shower for Gabs. But first, to the humor impaired fuckwit who took some weird offense at my “sarcasm” based on my being funny about the . . . → Read More: Birthdays, we got birthdays I’m sure this makes sense in the cat world, somehow. I think it would make more sense for her to lay in front of the heater, but who can say that this isn’t keeping her butt warm just as well? But someone has to be the Princess. Now that I’m no longer watching Food Network and football season is drawing to a close, I have discovered some of the strangest shows I’ve ever seen – they’re new to me, since I rarely watch television other than sports, documentaries, and movies. Among these are shows . . . → Read More: It’s a tough job Or at least some files. Being able to take a bazillion shots with a digital camera means there are a bazillion images to sort through “later”. And by “later”, I mean “at some point, probably, when you’re bored out of your mind, taking a break from answering tickets and doing server/network maintenance, and have turned . . . → Read More: Cleaning house |
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