New lounge, so I’ll repost the Slacking Hall of Fame dialogue from Office Space.
Peter Gibbons: What would you do if you had a million dollars?
Lawrence: I’ll tell you what I’d do, man, two chicks at the same time, man.
Peter Gibbons: That’s it? If you had a million dollars, you’d do two chicks at the same time?
Lawrence: Damn straight. I always wanted to do that, man. And I think if I had a million dollars I could hook that up, cause chicks dig a dude with money.
Peter Gibbons: Well, not all chicks.
Lawrence: Well the kind of chicks that’d double up on a dude like me do.
Peter Gibbons: Good point.
Lawrence: Well what about you now? what would you do?
Peter Gibbons: Besides two chicks at the same time?
Lawrence: Well yeah.
Peter Gibbons: Nothing.
Lawrence: Nothing, huh?
Peter Gibbons: I’d relax, I would sit on my ass all day, I would do nothing.
Lawrence: Well you don’t need a million dollars to do nothing, man. Just take a look at my cousin, he’s broke, don’t do shit.
SAMIR
Peter, you, you always talk about this girl. If you’re so obsessed with
her, why don’t you just ask her out?
PETER
Because I’m just another asshole customer. You can’t just walk up to a
waitress and ask her out.
(cut to Joanna, and back to them)
Plus, I’m still trying to work it out with Anne. Oh, that reminds me.
I’m not going to be able to play poker with you guys on Friday.
MICHAEL
Why not?
PETER
Uh, I have to see this occupational hypnotherapist with Anne.
MICHAEL
Dude! An occupational hypnotherapist?!
PETER
Anne wants me to go. She thinks it might help. Y’know, sometimes I just
think, I keep thinking that she’s cheating on me.
MICHAEL
Yeah. I know what you mean.
SAMIR
Yeah.
PETER
What is that supposed to mean?
MICHAEL
Nothing. Why don’t you just tell Anne you’re not into hypnosis and you
want to play poker with us?
PETER
Ah, I can’t do that. She might get all pissed off at me. Besides, I
think the guy might be able to help. He did help Anne lose weight.
My sister used to be the north american marketing director for Swingline. Swingline never actually made a red stapler — its not part of their standard line. But after getting so many requests for the red stapler from movie fans, they finally decided to offer one but ONLY as a special order off their web site. As of a couple of years ago when she left it was the TOP SELLING item on the web site.
Peter Gibbons: So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that’s on the worst day of my life.
Dr. Swanson: What about today? Is today the worst day of your life?
HAGEL: Well, Richard, maybe you could start off by telling us a little bit about what you do each day.
CLARKE: Well, usually I start off by coming in about 15 minutes late, and I come in through the East Wing — so President Bush can’t see me — and after that I just sorta space out for an hour.
McCAIN: Wha wha wha…space out?
CLARKE: Yeah, I just stare at all that Iraqi intel I’m supposed to be analyzing, but it looks like I’m working. I usually do it about an hour after lunch, too. All in all I’d say in a given day I only do about 15 minutes of real, actual intel work.
McCAIN: Really?
CLARKE: Yeah, you know why? Because I have four guys above me “vetting” my intelligence and making the threat sound as imminent as they possibly can.
Peter Gibbons: You see Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy, it’s that I just don’t care.
Bob Porter: Don’t… don’t care?
Peter Gibbons: It’s a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don’t see another dime, so where’s the motivation? And here’s another thing, I have eight different bosses right now.
Bob Porter: Eight?
Peter Gibbons: Eight, Bob. So that means when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That’s my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that, and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.
Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It’s not that hard: Samir Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar.
Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn’t Michael Bolton.
Samir: You know there’s nothing wrong with that name.
Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it… until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys.
Samir: Hmm… well why don’t you just go by Mike instead of Michael?
Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He’s the one who sucks.
clearly I didn’t. Butting heads with the powers-that-be is never pleasant, especially when you go into a fight knowing that you are going to lose this one…
But, hey, the marmotini perked me right up–thanks Andif.
Most of my quickies result in a basic droolage from the mouth. The massaged person gets up wiping their mouth.
A good, deep, healing massage results in the massaged person almost drowning in their drool and they don’t even try to wipe up the drool spot on the map. Their too happy dorky feelin’ good to notice or be embarrased about it.
No shit… if you ever find Arnica Massage oil. GET IT. Arnica is great for aches, pains and it’s fantastic for massages. Not the gel or cream… but Weleda Arnica massage oil. I can get it here if anyone can’t find it. Those are for “sports” massages. Great for tired legs and sore backs. I can send you it to you if you’d like(?)
Then it’s the lavendars and also the peppermints.
But my fave is the Kama Sutra Sweet Almond Oil – it makes you smell like a christmas cookie 🙂
…And I said, I don’t care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I’m, I’m quitting, I’m going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they’ve moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were married, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn’t bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it’s not okay because if they take my stapler then I’ll set the building on fire…
Glad there’s room. The other lounges were overflowing.
So what are we celebrating-anything in particular? I brought several cases of beer, mixed brands. Hope no one’s favorite is overlooked. Place all your empties in the recycle box, we’ll pick up later.
More details:
We may promote my budget guy and let him supervise the problem person! He’s really smart and ambitious. Should drive her nuts! That will take about 3 hours a day of headache away…woo hoo….! ;^D
I’ll still be here in the am and at lunch time…and randomly when I get stressed!
It’s tradition in the Cafe/Lounge to give everybody 4s to build mojo. But when you come in late its a pain to give 100 4’s and still comment. So Omir is trying to come up with a way that you can automatically “4” everyone in one stroke.
Omir is making a robo-rater that when hit it will bive all ratings a 4. As you’ve probably noticed, you will not see a lot of lower numbers and hadrly ever any troll ratings.
When you get into a cafe late, with Omir’s program it will go ahead and rate everything 4’s. Saves a lot of time and finger cramp.
I don’t know if I said it last night, but good to have you here.
A Milton Margarita for all you Office Space lovin’ bastards : )
I said no salt, NO salt on the margarita, but it had salt on it, big grains of salt, floating in the glass… And yes, I won’t be leaving a tip, ’cause I could… I could shut this place down. Sir? I’ll take my traveler’s checks to a competing resort. I could write a letter to your nation’s board of tourism and I could have this place condemned. I could put… There was salt on the glass, BIG grains of salt.
A way out west there was a fella, fella I want to tell you about, fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least, that was the handle his lovin’ parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. This Lebowski, he called himself the Dude. Now, Dude, that’s a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then, there was a lot about the Dude that didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. And a lot about where he lived, like- wise. But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place s’durned innarestin’.
They call Los Angeles the City of Angels. I didn’t find it to be that exactly, but I’ll allow as there are some nice folks there. ‘Course, I can’t say I seen London, and I never been to France, and I ain’t never seen no queen in her damn undies as the fella says. But I’ll tell you what, after seeing Los Angeles and thisahere story I’m about to unfold– wal, I guess I seen somethin’ ever’ bit as stupefyin’ as ya’d see in any a those other places, and in English too, so I can die with a smile on my face without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.
So I think this is how it works. A cat gets born as a cat. Might be the first cat incarnation, or one of hundreds, or maybe the last. But it gets born as a cat (and this is about any typical cat, not Shadow of course. More about Shadow’s nine lives later….) and then during this typical cat life, it 1) nearly gets flushed down the toilet, 2) nearly gets squashed by a big human foot, 3) nearly falls off the roof of a six story building, 4) nearly gets run over by a kid on a tricycle, 5) nearly gets hit by a train, 6) nearly dies from feline luekemia, 7) nearly gets kidnapped by a pet laboratory, 8) nearly gets eaten by a coyote, and 9) nearly gets swept up by a tornado. After that, this typical cat lives on for many more pampered years, finally dies a peaceful death, goes into whatever afterlife dream-state souls go into in order to prepare for rebirth, and then is either reborn as a cat or goes on to the next level of incarnation, whatever that may be. However, at some point, the typical cat is afflicted and or/exhalted by the spiritual characteristics of its owner, which could include the magical ability to project guilt complexes on anyone who comes within a radius of three feet. So I think that could be how it works!
Well not to mention walking in the woods with Oits the Dog and having to pick them out of him and my own body. Are you trying to distract me from the 9 lives thing? It was your question. But, hey, I am totally open to being distracted. I feel distraction coming upon me.
Strangelove: (Executes an about face from the big board to face the camera) Mr. President, I would not rule out the chance to preserve a nucleus of human specimens. It would be quite easy… heh heh… (rolls forward into the light) at the bottom of ah … some of our deeper mineshafts. The radioactivity would never penetrate a mine some thousands of feet deep. And in a matter of weeks, sufficient improvements in dwelling space could easily be provided.
Muffley: How long would you have to stay down there?
Strangelove: Well let’s see now ah, (searches within his lapel) cobalt thorium G. (notices circular slide rule in his gloved hand) aa… nn… Radioactive halflife of uh,… hmm.. I would think that uh… possibly uh… one hundred years. (On finishing his calculations, he pulls the slide rule roughly from his gloved hand, and returns it to within his jacket).
Muffley: You mean, people could actually stay down there for a hundred years?
Strangelove: It would not be difficult mein Fuhrer! Nuclear reactors could, heh… I’m sorry. Mr. President. Nuclear reactors could provide power almost indefinitely. Greenhouses could maintain plantlife. Animals could be bred and slaughtered. A quick survey would have to be made of all the available mine sites in the country. But I would guess… that ah, dwelling space for several hundred thousands of our people could easily be provided.
Muffley: Well I… I would hate to have to decide.. who stays up and.. who goes down.
Strangelove: Well, that would not be necessary Mr. President. It could easily be accomplished with a computer. And a computer could be set and programmed to accept factors from youth, health, sexual fertility, intelligence, and a cross section of necessary skills. Of course it would be absolutely vital that our top government and military men be included to foster and impart the required principles of leadership and tradition. (Slams down left fist. Right arm rises in stiff Nazi salute). Arrrrr! (Restrains right arm with left). Naturally, they would breed prodigiously, eh? There would be much time, and little to do. But ah with the proper breeding techniques and a ratio of say, ten females to each male, I would guess that they could then work their way back to the present gross national product within say, twenty years.
Muffley: But look here doctor, wouldn’t this nucleus of survivors be so grief stricken and anguished that they’d, well, envy the dead and not want to go on living?
Strangelove: No sir… (Right arm rolls his wheelchair backwards). Excuse me. (Struggles with wayward right arm, ultimately subduing it with a beating from his left).
Also when… when they go down into the mine everyone would still be alive. There would be no shocking memories, and the prevailing emotion will be one of nostalgia for those left behind, combined with a spirit of bold curiosity for the adventure ahead! Ahhhh! (Right arm reflexes into Nazi salute. He pulls it back into his lap and beats it again. Gloved hand attempts to strangle him).
Turgidson: Doctor, you mentioned the ration of ten women to each man. Now, wouldn’t that necessitate the abandonment of the so called monogamous sexual relationship, I mean, as far as men were concerned?
Strangelove: Regrettably, yes. But it is, you know, a sacrifice required for the future of the human race. I hasten to add that since each man will be required to do prodigious… service along these lines, the women will have to be selected for their sexual characteristics which will have to be of a highly stimulating nature.
DeSadeski: I must confess, you have an astonishingly good idea there, Doctor.
Strangelove: Thank you, sir.
Turgidson: to Muffley I think we should look at this from the military point of view. I mean, supposing the Russkies stashes away some big bomb, see. When they come out in a hundred years they could take over!
(DeSadeski begins walking away from the crowd around Strangelove and the President, toward the banquet table).
General: I agree, Mr. President. In fact, they might even try an immediate sneak attack so they could take over our mineshaft space.
Turgidson: Yeah. I think it would be extremely naive of us, Mr. President, to imagine that these new developments are going to cause any change in Soviet expansionist policy. (DeSadeski kneels, unseen, and begins photographing the big board with a secret camera within a pocket watch). I mean, we must be… increasingly on the alert to prevent them from taking over other mineshaft space, in order to breed more prodigiously than we do, thus, knocking us out in superior numbers when we emerge! Mr. President, we must not allow… a mine shaft gap!
Strangelove: …sir! (stands up out of his wheelchair) I have a plan. Heh. (pauses, realizing that he is standing) Mein Fuhrer, I can walk!
(Multiple scenes of exploding bombs, dancing to the tune of “We’ll Meet Again.”)
Taylor is undressing, but his attention is diverted by Cerrano whose stall is right next to him. Cerrano has set up an altar in his locker. In front of his bats, which are lined up like sentinels, is a table covered with pictures of baseball players, figurines of saints, several lit candles and, in the middle, a primitive fetish doll with a cigar in its mouth.
Cerrano has drawn some magic signs on his bats. He finishes an incantation and then lights the cigar on the fetish doll.
TAYLOR: What are you doin’ there, Pedro?
CERRANO: Bats. They are sick.
TAYLOR: So are mine. Is somethin’ goin’ around?
CERRANO: No hit curve ball. Straight ball, hit it very much. Curve ball, bats are afraid. I ask Jo-Buu to come. Take fear from bats.
HAYES: Jo-Buu?
TAYLOR: Maybe he’s the pagan saint of baseball.
CERRANO: I offer him cigars and gin. He will come.
(Cerrano pours some gin in a small cup and puts it next to the fetish doll. Harris has been listening to all this. Cerrano grabs a towel to head for the showers).
HARRIS: I wouldn’t leave this gin sittin’ around out here with this group.
CERRANO: (with a certain gravity) Is very bad to steal Jo-Buu’s gin. Is very bad.
(Cerrano closes his locker and goes off to the showers, leaving everyone to wonder just how bad).
Format your C drive and reinstall Windows. That’s what we always used to tell people when I did Windows 95 tech support.
I don’t know why it should stop working. I’m not aware of Booman doing anything to the site to block it. And of course I’m on IE here so I can’t try it out.
My command-line version that I run from my Linux machine is working, so the basic format of the command hasn’t changed.
Holy Schmoley, I can’t believe it. I’m on Firefox, and it worked. I think what I did different this time was to go to home after the fourgasmatron did it’s thing, and no 4s showed until I hit “home” and then headed down to recent to click on the FBC link.
New lounge, so I’ll repost the Slacking Hall of Fame dialogue from Office Space.
I have to see that one of these days…
I was thinking the same thing, but I think we’ve been given the script for the entire movie, so no need to actually see it.
I leave for 10 minutes to pick someone up from lacrosse practice, and the whole movie gets posted before I get back…sheesh. 🙂
Not all of it:
an instant classic movie.
So many great lines, so many hysterical things.
I HIGHLY recommend it.
It’s right up there with Clerks and Princess Bride 🙂
more like Milton as of late.
I saw your last post. Your day is worse. 🙁
just don’t touch the stapler. 🙂
And Second Nature, sometimes a stapler is just a stapler.
My sister used to be the north american marketing director for Swingline. Swingline never actually made a red stapler — its not part of their standard line. But after getting so many requests for the red stapler from movie fans, they finally decided to offer one but ONLY as a special order off their web site. As of a couple of years ago when she left it was the TOP SELLING item on the web site.
Hey, that looks a lot like my office!
This is for you Manny:
I’d love to wow a consultant with my apathy on the job.
Have you this yet?
brilliant.
Peter Gibbons: You see Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy, it’s that I just don’t care.
Bob Porter: Don’t… don’t care?
Peter Gibbons: It’s a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don’t see another dime, so where’s the motivation? And here’s another thing, I have eight different bosses right now.
Bob Porter: Eight?
Peter Gibbons: Eight, Bob. So that means when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That’s my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that, and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.
I also love this scene from Office Space.
So many rough days today. Has anyone had a good day?
we don’t want to hear about it.
In that case I’ll take a beer and some tissue to wipe my tears with.
Nope. But I did find a good poem for RubDMC’s Iraq War Grief Daily Witness Diary. And thus a crappy day is salvaged.
Are you going to stick around for awhile or are you just stopping by before you next nap?
Nope I’m here.
What’s been going on so far. I haven’t had a chance to read the last diaries.
Lot’s of angsty stuff you probably would rather not read about. But here’s a link to a thread to check out: Maryb’s Upcoming Italian Vacation
Sorry Family Man,
clearly I didn’t. Butting heads with the powers-that-be is never pleasant, especially when you go into a fight knowing that you are going to lose this one…
But, hey, the marmotini perked me right up–thanks Andif.
have another.
AAAAH!!!
That hit the spot I didn’t even know I had! (hic)
okay, next time i do battle i’m gonna take some marmotude with me to the dean’s office.
Yes I know what you mean poco, but mud wrestling is not a bad alternative.
Did George have a good day?
I was just getting out my oils and give you a first class massage for that poor limp, fall on the floor day you had.
XOXOXO
Oh dear, oh dear, I’ve fallen on the floor and can’t get up. The only thing that can help me is a massage.
Oops must be all that kama sutra oil I spilled on the hardwood floor and was too shitass lazy to wipe up. Uh… sorry
there’s always this:
I can’t believe there’s a wiki-entry for that.
There’s also cattle prods 🙂 Bzzzzt mooo baby!
Great fun at slumber parties… NOT 🙂
That’d bee soooooooooo nicccccccccccccce, ahhhhhhhhhhh, a little to the right, yes there, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
😉 Thanks sweetie-pie.
I rate my massages by droolage factor.
Most of my quickies result in a basic droolage from the mouth. The massaged person gets up wiping their mouth.
A good, deep, healing massage results in the massaged person almost drowning in their drool and they don’t even try to wipe up the drool spot on the map. Their too happy dorky feelin’ good to notice or be embarrased about it.
DJ’s quickies cause people to stop wiping.
ACK! LOL
That is not what I meant. Silly.
No shit… if you ever find Arnica Massage oil. GET IT. Arnica is great for aches, pains and it’s fantastic for massages. Not the gel or cream… but Weleda Arnica massage oil. I can get it here if anyone can’t find it. Those are for “sports” massages. Great for tired legs and sore backs. I can send you it to you if you’d like(?)
Then it’s the lavendars and also the peppermints.
But my fave is the Kama Sutra Sweet Almond Oil – it makes you smell like a christmas cookie 🙂
I’ll have a look around here for it DJ.
Don’t eat the Arnica one 🙂
Weleda you’ll find in some progressive, homeopathic type store.
Kama Sutra – some sex shop or whatever. I think I got my at Long’s Drugs store actually. (An American pharmacy plus minor grocery type store)
…And I said, I don’t care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I’m, I’m quitting, I’m going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they’ve moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were married, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn’t bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it’s not okay because if they take my stapler then I’ll set the building on fire…
Glad there’s room. The other lounges were overflowing.
So what are we celebrating-anything in particular? I brought several cases of beer, mixed brands. Hope no one’s favorite is overlooked. Place all your empties in the recycle box, we’ll pick up later.
Enjoy.
Good to see there are some fans around here as well. That’s the kind of movie I need to watch right now…
aaah! another one!!
It looks like the direct assistant for me isn’t going to be hired. So this summer will be be lots of long days and less blogging.
Good…assistant choices were kind of mediocre.
Bad…more hours.
Good…more respect from my boss if I can pull it off.
Bad side…who knows…
less SallyCat for us.
More details:
We may promote my budget guy and let him supervise the problem person! He’s really smart and ambitious. Should drive her nuts! That will take about 3 hours a day of headache away…woo hoo….! ;^D
I’ll still be here in the am and at lunch time…and randomly when I get stressed!
OK the big question today for me at least.
What’s happening to Omir’s Robo-rater?
It worked this am, but now now.
Indy said it stopped working for her, too.
Explain to a newbie what that means? 🙂
It’s tradition in the Cafe/Lounge to give everybody 4s to build mojo. But when you come in late its a pain to give 100 4’s and still comment. So Omir is trying to come up with a way that you can automatically “4” everyone in one stroke.
Hi PsiFighter37. I try as best I can.
Omir is making a robo-rater that when hit it will bive all ratings a 4. As you’ve probably noticed, you will not see a lot of lower numbers and hadrly ever any troll ratings.
When you get into a cafe late, with Omir’s program it will go ahead and rate everything 4’s. Saves a lot of time and finger cramp.
I don’t know if I said it last night, but good to have you here.
Cool, cool. Glad to be here.
I don’t know if you saw last night, but the cafe gets to hopping later at night.
We also have a coffee cart cafe in the mornings and it can get pretty carried away too.
Reguardless of time the cafe is a petty good place.
Just keep jumping into the frog pond and make yourself feel at home.
I can’t test it since I’m at my office and only have IE.
the Fourgasmitron has already started to fake it. Big Sigh…
😀
I was so looking forward to multiple fourgasisms.
when you fournicate too much.
I gotta go, see everybody later.
I’m having a fourgasmic time.
It’s definitely working — just rated keres’ diary.
Between the fourgasmitron and DJ’s massage …. whew! 🙂
you caught me re-purposing my jackrabbit. Don’t tell keres.
I re-purposed mr. bunny. 🙂
and I come in and I find out that my toy doesn’t work. sigh
Well, Jose Lopez just hit a triple, his third hit of the game and it’s only about the fifth inning. So it’s a little bit better.
I have another idea for how to implement the Fournicator/Robo-rater. It’ll take me a few days to build up the steam to make it work, though.
And I am trying to get some actual paying work done here.
Lopez just scored on a Raul Ibanez RBI! Woohoo! 4-1 Good Guys.
A Milton Margarita for all you Office Space lovin’ bastards : )
I said no salt, NO salt on the margarita, but it had salt on it, big grains of salt, floating in the glass… And yes, I won’t be leaving a tip, ’cause I could… I could shut this place down. Sir? I’ll take my traveler’s checks to a competing resort. I could write a letter to your nation’s board of tourism and I could have this place condemned. I could put… There was salt on the glass, BIG grains of salt.
More from the slacking hall of fame:
I won’t say he’s a hero–’cause what’s a hero.
38 consecutive games now.
I wonder if his hair is going to start falling out from the stress like DiMaggio’s did. 🙂
What do you think, is it fair that he will probably get an asterisk by his record because his streak spans two seasons?
As promised, Andi… some fresh crocus from today!

I’ve got to run now, as my sister just showed up, but I’ll pop in later and post some more goodies for the gang.
So calming and so beautiful. Wow Iowa! 🙂
and have a good evening if you don’t get back before my bedtime.
So I think this is how it works. A cat gets born as a cat. Might be the first cat incarnation, or one of hundreds, or maybe the last. But it gets born as a cat (and this is about any typical cat, not Shadow of course. More about Shadow’s nine lives later….) and then during this typical cat life, it 1) nearly gets flushed down the toilet, 2) nearly gets squashed by a big human foot, 3) nearly falls off the roof of a six story building, 4) nearly gets run over by a kid on a tricycle, 5) nearly gets hit by a train, 6) nearly dies from feline luekemia, 7) nearly gets kidnapped by a pet laboratory, 8) nearly gets eaten by a coyote, and 9) nearly gets swept up by a tornado. After that, this typical cat lives on for many more pampered years, finally dies a peaceful death, goes into whatever afterlife dream-state souls go into in order to prepare for rebirth, and then is either reborn as a cat or goes on to the next level of incarnation, whatever that may be. However, at some point, the typical cat is afflicted and or/exhalted by the spiritual characteristics of its owner, which could include the magical ability to project guilt complexes on anyone who comes within a radius of three feet. So I think that could be how it works!
So complicated and full of angst. No wonder I stick with dogs.
But I’ll be looking forward to the full-blown saga of the nine lives of Shadow, the Jewish Mother cat.
Angst? Angst? You think surviving nine lives in one life is a picnic in the park?
did you get the guilt complex from the cat, you got the angst, too. The only thing I get from my dogs are ticks.
Oh. Superior, huh?
on how you feel about ticks.
Well not to mention walking in the woods with Oits the Dog and having to pick them out of him and my own body. Are you trying to distract me from the 9 lives thing? It was your question. But, hey, I am totally open to being distracted. I feel distraction coming upon me.
See, I give you these distractions so you can store them away and pull them out as needed to get the through the remaining work days.
Yes, you are the queen among them! And god knows in my situation they are much needed. {{{{AndiF}}}}}
As it’s National Poetry Month, here are a couple of distractions:
The Ruined Maid
How to Treat Elves
And I thought this was happy hour! LOL!!!!
Some of us are suckers for deep brown eyes…puppies, doggies, and hunky guys – like Manee!
I looked after that long drive, I’m flattered 🙂
The 4-Alarm tasted fantastic on my elk steak last night, thank you so much for the seasoning!
Thanks, I was just about ready to march in the streets about that kitten thing you just posted.
One of the all time best movies ever!
I saw it originally in the theater…bought the video…and have recently seen it back on the big screen!
I’ve got to go for a minute. I’ll check back ASAP.
Major League!!! Fun flick
Gin, did someone say GIN?
Omir’s robo-rater was working this morning for me, but now I can’t get it to work
Any suggestions?
Format your C drive and reinstall Windows. That’s what we always used to tell people when I did Windows 95 tech support.
I don’t know why it should stop working. I’m not aware of Booman doing anything to the site to block it. And of course I’m on IE here so I can’t try it out.
My command-line version that I run from my Linux machine is working, so the basic format of the command hasn’t changed.
Holy Schmoley, I can’t believe it. I’m on Firefox, and it worked. I think what I did different this time was to go to home after the fourgasmatron did it’s thing, and no 4s showed until I hit “home” and then headed down to recent to click on the FBC link.
I should clarify, I went to home, then to recent, hit link for FBC, and there they all were, those beautiful 4s.