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Post by donavan on Jun 5, 2020 18:12:30 GMT
The last riots and looting we had over here someone got a jail sentence for robbing one item from a 'Pound' shop. Harsh!
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Post by miles on Jun 11, 2020 1:22:23 GMT
Here is a metaphysical place, existing beyond the normal constraints of material reality, a concept, an archetype, the tangential connection of modems and servers.
This was something I posted briefly on the last were first, but then realized I was a page behind and it was just a fuckup.
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Post by Mare on Jun 11, 2020 19:07:22 GMT
Here is a metaphysical place, existing beyond the normal constraints of material reality, a concept, an archetype, the tangential connection of modems and servers. This was something I posted briefly on the last were first, but then realized I was a page behind and it was just a fuckup. I hate it when that happens, miles! If that's what this thread is for, I am relieved to find out. Another thing I do when trying to get a post or email exactly right is accidentally disappear that with which I am already satisfied. I can never capture the whole thing, again.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jun 11, 2020 19:32:42 GMT
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Post by donavan on Jun 11, 2020 19:47:47 GMT
You know it makes perfect scents. Eh??
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Post by Mare on Jun 11, 2020 19:52:09 GMT
Thank you, Intro! At first, I thought every post I ever made and deleted was going to be there-like an unemptied electronic trash can. You are a whiz at finding things!
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 17, 2020 1:34:25 GMT
I would like some ice cream. But I am too lazy to dig the stuff out of the freezer, where it has been buried under a bunch of other stuff. I guess I don't want ice cream enough.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Jul 18, 2020 19:38:51 GMT
A four-month-old kitten, who had obviously been abandoned a week or two before and was skinny as a rake, was begging for scraps of food at our front door. We fed her, but she wouldn't leave. We went back inside (it was dark by now), but she sat at our doorstep meowing for an hour until the children's hearts were breaking. My tough, 12-year-old son was actually shedding tears, convinced she would starve to death if we didn't take her in. Relenting on my previous refusal to offer the kitten shelter (we already have a middle-aged cat in our cramped rowhouse), I set up the spare litter box in the girls' room and told everyone I would try to find the owners through my son's FB account. When no one claimed ownership, I found myself taking the cat to the vet's for shots. Lo and behold, two weeks later, it became clear to all that this now-twenty-week-old kitten was due to have a litter of her own. A neighbourhood Lothario had undoubtedly seduced her not long before we took her in. Well, on Sunday, she gave birth to three healthy babies and two stillborn. Of the survivors, one is completely black (female), another is a brown-furred tabby like her mother, and the third is a blue male tabby. Of course, the kids are ecstatic. The babies' eyes are now opening, and they'll be out and about before school starts -- cute, willing, playful balls of fluff, probably long-haired. What I didn't realise until a couple of days ago is that one no longer advertises that one has kittens go give away: apparently, all the lizard and snake owners are just jumping at the chance to feed live kitties to their pets. That means that I have to sell the babies at a price too hefty for the vultures, but not too expensive for potential owners. Things have changed since the seventies.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 18, 2020 19:52:29 GMT
What I didn't realise until a couple of days ago is that one no longer advertises that one has kittens go give away: apparently, all the lizard and snake owners are just jumping at the chance to feed live kitties to their pets. That means that I have to sell the babies at a price too hefty for the vultures, but not too expensive for potential owners. Things have changed since the seventies. Yikes. I don't particularly care for the stray cats running rampant in my neighborhood, but I'm not interested in seeing them eaten by snakes, either.
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Post by miles on Jul 18, 2020 21:23:09 GMT
A four-month-old kitten, who had obviously been abandoned a week or two before and was skinny as a rake, was begging for scraps of food at our front door. We fed her, but she wouldn't leave. We went back inside (it was dark by now), but she sat at our doorstep meowing for an hour until the children's hearts were breaking. My tough, 12-year-old son was actually shedding tears, convinced she would starve to death if we didn't take her in. Relenting on my previous refusal to offer the kitten shelter (we already have a middle-aged cat in our cramped rowhouse), I set up the spare litter box in the girls' room and told everyone I would try to find the owners through my son's FB account. When no one claimed ownership, I found myself taking the cat to the vet's for shots. Lo and behold, two weeks later, it became clear to all that this now-twenty-week-old kitten was due to have a litter of her own. A neighbourhood Lothario had undoubtedly seduced her not long before we took her in. Well, on Sunday, she gave birth to three healthy babies and two stillborn. Of the survivors, one is completely black (female), another is a brown-furred tabby like her mother, and the third is a blue male tabby. Of course, the kids are ecstatic. The babies' eyes are now opening, and they'll be out and about before school starts -- cute, willing, playful balls of fluff, probably long-haired. What I didn't realise until a couple of days ago is that one no longer advertises that one has kittens go give away: apparently, all the lizard and snake owners are just jumping at the chance to feed live kitties to their pets. That means that I have to sell the babies at a price too hefty for the vultures, but not too expensive for potential owners. Things have changed since the seventies.
Back in my day we fed snakes mice, perhaps not morally superior, but here we are with the killing baby kittens thing again. To support the snake economy.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Jul 18, 2020 21:28:45 GMT
A four-month-old kitten, who had obviously been abandoned a week or two before and was skinny as a rake, was begging for scraps of food at our front door. We fed her, but she wouldn't leave. We went back inside (it was dark by now), but she sat at our doorstep meowing for an hour until the children's hearts were breaking. My tough, 12-year-old son was actually shedding tears, convinced she would starve to death if we didn't take her in. Relenting on my previous refusal to offer the kitten shelter (we already have a middle-aged cat in our cramped rowhouse), I set up the spare litter box in the girls' room and told everyone I would try to find the owners through my son's FB account. When no one claimed ownership, I found myself taking the cat to the vet's for shots. Lo and behold, two weeks later, it became clear to all that this now-twenty-week-old kitten was due to have a litter of her own. A neighbourhood Lothario had undoubtedly seduced her not long before we took her in. Well, on Sunday, she gave birth to three healthy babies and two stillborn. Of the survivors, one is completely black (female), another is a brown-furred tabby like her mother, and the third is a blue male tabby. Of course, the kids are ecstatic. The babies' eyes are now opening, and they'll be out and about before school starts -- cute, willing, playful balls of fluff, probably long-haired. What I didn't realise until a couple of days ago is that one no longer advertises that one has kittens go give away: apparently, all the lizard and snake owners are just jumping at the chance to feed live kitties to their pets. That means that I have to sell the babies at a price too hefty for the vultures, but not too expensive for potential owners. Things have changed since the seventies.
Back in my day we fed snakes mice, perhaps not morally superior, but here we are with the killing baby kittens thing again. To support the snake economy.
Not so long ago, I raised domestic rats as both pets and snacks for my snakes. I humanely put numbers of tiny babies to sleep and froze them for future use; the rest -- the cutest and friendliest -- I would keep and sell to rat fanciers and breeders. The money was always just enough to pay for the rat food.
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Post by miles on Sept 16, 2020 23:53:19 GMT
I've lost the will to rant.
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Post by Mare on Sept 17, 2020 3:12:02 GMT
I've lost the will to rant. Here's to you getting a rant second wind, miles! I need your inspiration and explanations to explain my own random rants to my kids (who are far superior ranters to me and I need your help to keep up.)
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Post by miles on Nov 29, 2020 19:15:36 GMT
Mystery Metal Monolith, we hardly knew you.
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Post by Mare on Nov 29, 2020 21:03:29 GMT
Mystery Metal Monolith, we hardly knew you. Shows how much attention I've been paying-I didn't even know it appeared. Looked like an Artistic Installation that had greasy hand/miscellaneous body prints on it. Get the geiger counter...
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