Too tired of all the Republican wackadoodle, do-nothing good for the country to absorb this kind of nonsense. Send them all to a planet far, far, far, far, far, and even farther away.
Too tired of all the Republican wackadoodle, do-nothing good for the country to absorb this kind of nonsense. Send them all to a planet far, far, far, far, far, and even farther away.
Yes, yes! Let's keep going with this one. They were already dropped on their collective heads at birth, so it wouldn't matter which end was up when they were ejected into interstellar space.
oh...I dunno about that method, TC. Somehow "The Bad Seed" always returns to haunt us. Remember the 'Botany Bay spaceship' and how that guy Khan wrought havoc.
Personally I'd like to see them dropped into one of those craters in Hawa'ii currently spewing lava, although perhaps the Hawa'iians might not care to have their volcanoes polluted in such a horrible fashion.
speaking of "the fairway," I get very irritated when people talk about TFF's "energy" and "high level of activity" and then illustrate it by talking about golf. I went golfing with my dad about three times in Detroit when I was about thirteen or fourteen (after the last time, I confessed to him that I didn't much like it and his response was "thank god"). we carried our clubs and WALKED. when TFF plays golf, he sits in a cart, occasionally jumps out, swings his arm and gets back in the cart. how fucking ACTIVE is that? FDR could probably have managed THAT.
I'll leave it there...if I get too steamed up, I won't be able to work on the lyric I promised to tweak or the strange review/memoir I'm working on.
Most Americans expend more energy on their worst days than he does on his best. Making circles with his thumbs and index fingers is his best workout. It's all he's got left after getting the hair and makeup thing right (sic).
Pluto, now known as a "dwarf planet", is incredibly far away. But just going to our close neighbor, Mars, that radiation that falls on that planet would kill them, which would give Elon a conniption fit, since he's so dedicated to the idea of seeding humanity on the red planet.
David...I clicked on your avatar and I started to cry. I realized our dogs are related breeds and can often get mistaken for each other, but in this case, the resemblance is just TOO close. click on my Jubal avatar and you might be astonished...they have the same facial markings, especially in profile.
god, I miss him so much. quite a folie a deux we had, and it was wonderful. he still hasn't appeared in a dream and I remain convinced that he's still pissed off at me for my huge failure of empathy on his last night. and I am NOT being metaphorical.
Oh, IтАЩm so sorry about Jubal David. ItтАЩs so hard when we lose a family member and best friend. I doubt Jubal is pissed at you. DonтАЩt beat yourself up. You gave him a wonderful life. I think many of us look back and wish we had done something different or better, but he knew you loved him. I just lost one of my cats too. She was the feral kitty that showed up 6 years ago and started my cat explosion. Her name was Pat and I could never get her tame enough to come in the house. She and one of her daughters, Mama Bear slept in the garage and hung out together all of the time. I found Pat in the garage the other day and she was in terrible pain and tried to walk but could only drag her behind. I took her to the vet and she had a crushed pelvis. He said she must have been hit by a car. It was not operable and he didnтАЩt think it would heal well with confinement. She had some other injuries too, and was in so much pain, I decided to let her go peacefully across the rainbow bridge. Of course then I started thinking I should have tried harder over the years to get her to come into the house. But she just wouldnтАЩt do it. Now Mama Bear is a basket case without her mother and best friend. The good thing is now Mama Bear has started coming in the house. So, maybe I can save her from the cars. Sorry, I meant to extend my heart to you and Jubal and IтАЩve gone on about my cat. Take care David and IтАЩm sure Jubal will appear in your dreams. One more thing, I feel a connection to David HolzmanтАЩs dog too because her name is Natalie. That was my dear HuskyтАЩs name who died several years ago after 14 wonderful years with her. тЭдя╕ПтЭдя╕П
I went through that over at our other house, which was on a busy street. In 2010, I went out to get the paper, and Charlie the Lord of the Garden as lying on the porch with blood on him. He cried out in pain when I tried to pick him up. I called the vet (they weren't open yet) and the vet I worked with picked up. He told me to come in immediately. Charlie had a fractured pelvis. Operating on it would be more than we could do. But he was an "old fashioned" vet (way too bad he and his partner sold the practice to @#$##@@! VCA) and we worked out a way to do it at home. We got enough pain meds to knock Charlie out for six weeks, confined him in a cat bed in the writing office, and six weeks later he was healed. He also became an indoor-only cat (he had been in-and-out), no matter how much he complained, and lived another 12 years.
Was not so lucky with Teddi, the mama cat to most of the Fabulous Jamieson Felines. Managed to catch her and get her fixed after Molly's litter in 2013, and in 2014, she finally trusted me enough to start sitting on my lap, then letting me pet her, and after three months I thought I could bring her in. Got everything prepared to do it the next morning, only she didn't show up for breakfast. Finally, later that day, when I pulled out of the driveway to go to the store, I found her body, lying in the street gutter; she's been killed by a car. She did finally come inside (her ashes are with the others). It wasn't what I hoped for.
as usual, Karen, you knew the exact right thing to say. I'm serious...that quality (at THIS distance, at any rate) seems to define you.
I know on almost every level that I'm beating myself up needlessly, but with the animals you live with, you wanna be PERFECT. I was too close to Jubal to think I was EVER doing anything he needed done especially well, let alone perfectly. I think I had a sort of fantasy that I could help him die perfectly, but even that proved to be impossible. my four other dogs really did have unforced deaths that were planned and dignified and, therefore, not as hard to handle. or maybe it's just that I'm getting old (increasingly, the explanation for everything).
but really, Karen...thanks so much. bottomless gratitude.
You are so welcome David, and thank you for your kind wordsтАжJust speaking from my heart to yours. I picked up PatтАЩs ashes today and am going to scatter them through my vineyard. She and Mama Bear hung out there all the time. They loved chasing each other up and down the rows. It is officially now PatтАЩs Vineyard. I hope each day brings you the peace you deserve, and happy memories of Jubal dance through your thoughts and dreams.
Too tired of all the Republican wackadoodle, do-nothing good for the country to absorb this kind of nonsense. Send them all to a planet far, far, far, far, far, and even farther away.
Good idea. And drop them off in interstellar space on the way.
Yes, yes! Let's keep going with this one. They were already dropped on their collective heads at birth, so it wouldn't matter which end was up when they were ejected into interstellar space.
oh...I dunno about that method, TC. Somehow "The Bad Seed" always returns to haunt us. Remember the 'Botany Bay spaceship' and how that guy Khan wrought havoc.
Personally I'd like to see them dropped into one of those craters in Hawa'ii currently spewing lava, although perhaps the Hawa'iians might not care to have their volcanoes polluted in such a horrible fashion.
Let us not further pollute interstellar space. Besides, some of that debris has returned to earth. Do we really want that?
The lightning-on-the-fairway solution would result in some useful charcoal, maybe.
speaking of "the fairway," I get very irritated when people talk about TFF's "energy" and "high level of activity" and then illustrate it by talking about golf. I went golfing with my dad about three times in Detroit when I was about thirteen or fourteen (after the last time, I confessed to him that I didn't much like it and his response was "thank god"). we carried our clubs and WALKED. when TFF plays golf, he sits in a cart, occasionally jumps out, swings his arm and gets back in the cart. how fucking ACTIVE is that? FDR could probably have managed THAT.
I'll leave it there...if I get too steamed up, I won't be able to work on the lyric I promised to tweak or the strange review/memoir I'm working on.
Most Americans expend more energy on their worst days than he does on his best. Making circles with his thumbs and index fingers is his best workout. It's all he's got left after getting the hair and makeup thing right (sic).
he might actually burn a quarter of a calorie or two during his increasingly infrequent episodes of premature ejaculation...
Pluto, now known as a "dwarf planet", is incredibly far away. But just going to our close neighbor, Mars, that radiation that falls on that planet would kill them, which would give Elon a conniption fit, since he's so dedicated to the idea of seeding humanity on the red planet.
Oh , I do like that one. Several birds with one stone and a conniption fit fo Elon to boot. Good callЁЯСН
Thank you Susan!
David...I clicked on your avatar and I started to cry. I realized our dogs are related breeds and can often get mistaken for each other, but in this case, the resemblance is just TOO close. click on my Jubal avatar and you might be astonished...they have the same facial markings, especially in profile.
god, I miss him so much. quite a folie a deux we had, and it was wonderful. he still hasn't appeared in a dream and I remain convinced that he's still pissed off at me for my huge failure of empathy on his last night. and I am NOT being metaphorical.
Oh, IтАЩm so sorry about Jubal David. ItтАЩs so hard when we lose a family member and best friend. I doubt Jubal is pissed at you. DonтАЩt beat yourself up. You gave him a wonderful life. I think many of us look back and wish we had done something different or better, but he knew you loved him. I just lost one of my cats too. She was the feral kitty that showed up 6 years ago and started my cat explosion. Her name was Pat and I could never get her tame enough to come in the house. She and one of her daughters, Mama Bear slept in the garage and hung out together all of the time. I found Pat in the garage the other day and she was in terrible pain and tried to walk but could only drag her behind. I took her to the vet and she had a crushed pelvis. He said she must have been hit by a car. It was not operable and he didnтАЩt think it would heal well with confinement. She had some other injuries too, and was in so much pain, I decided to let her go peacefully across the rainbow bridge. Of course then I started thinking I should have tried harder over the years to get her to come into the house. But she just wouldnтАЩt do it. Now Mama Bear is a basket case without her mother and best friend. The good thing is now Mama Bear has started coming in the house. So, maybe I can save her from the cars. Sorry, I meant to extend my heart to you and Jubal and IтАЩve gone on about my cat. Take care David and IтАЩm sure Jubal will appear in your dreams. One more thing, I feel a connection to David HolzmanтАЩs dog too because her name is Natalie. That was my dear HuskyтАЩs name who died several years ago after 14 wonderful years with her. тЭдя╕ПтЭдя╕П
I went through that over at our other house, which was on a busy street. In 2010, I went out to get the paper, and Charlie the Lord of the Garden as lying on the porch with blood on him. He cried out in pain when I tried to pick him up. I called the vet (they weren't open yet) and the vet I worked with picked up. He told me to come in immediately. Charlie had a fractured pelvis. Operating on it would be more than we could do. But he was an "old fashioned" vet (way too bad he and his partner sold the practice to @#$##@@! VCA) and we worked out a way to do it at home. We got enough pain meds to knock Charlie out for six weeks, confined him in a cat bed in the writing office, and six weeks later he was healed. He also became an indoor-only cat (he had been in-and-out), no matter how much he complained, and lived another 12 years.
Was not so lucky with Teddi, the mama cat to most of the Fabulous Jamieson Felines. Managed to catch her and get her fixed after Molly's litter in 2013, and in 2014, she finally trusted me enough to start sitting on my lap, then letting me pet her, and after three months I thought I could bring her in. Got everything prepared to do it the next morning, only she didn't show up for breakfast. Finally, later that day, when I pulled out of the driveway to go to the store, I found her body, lying in the street gutter; she's been killed by a car. She did finally come inside (her ashes are with the others). It wasn't what I hoped for.
IтАЩm glad CharlieтАЩs confinement was successful and so sorry about Teddi.
as usual, Karen, you knew the exact right thing to say. I'm serious...that quality (at THIS distance, at any rate) seems to define you.
I know on almost every level that I'm beating myself up needlessly, but with the animals you live with, you wanna be PERFECT. I was too close to Jubal to think I was EVER doing anything he needed done especially well, let alone perfectly. I think I had a sort of fantasy that I could help him die perfectly, but even that proved to be impossible. my four other dogs really did have unforced deaths that were planned and dignified and, therefore, not as hard to handle. or maybe it's just that I'm getting old (increasingly, the explanation for everything).
but really, Karen...thanks so much. bottomless gratitude.
You are so welcome David, and thank you for your kind wordsтАжJust speaking from my heart to yours. I picked up PatтАЩs ashes today and am going to scatter them through my vineyard. She and Mama Bear hung out there all the time. They loved chasing each other up and down the rows. It is officially now PatтАЩs Vineyard. I hope each day brings you the peace you deserve, and happy memories of Jubal dance through your thoughts and dreams.
thanks again, Karen.