I'm disturbed that someone would think an shock collar for cats (or anything, for that matter) is a good idea at all, let alone buy one, fit it, then casually stand there watching something get electrocuted.
What he should do is secure the door with a puzzle lock that only opens if the latecomer solves some fiendishly difficult equation, and also plays a tinny 8-bit fanfare when it releases, and the triumphant student finally enters the hall.
No, you’re once again thinking of Comte de Malodor, only it’s not blood he sucks out of you. Instead, it's any satisfaction or pleasure you might have had at giving birth to him and bringing him to adulthood.
I had an appointment to give blood in July, but they sent me away, as my iron levels were too low. I'll try again in October.
My primary objection to owning male cats is their territoriality: Even when fixed, every male cat I've known in a multi-cat household has beaten up on the other cats at least once a week to assert dominance. Every bloody day.
Sounds like cassava/maniok. My wife's told me tales of how people in Ghana used to process cassava back in the day, basically using a mortar and pestle the size of a nine-year-old child. We saw some of them for sale when we went to Ghana, so it's obviously still done the traditional way, and apparently it takes hours
Mm, oat stout. It's stout, with oats in, so you can give it to your horse, too.
Good old Reiner.
We have featured on many of their hit recordings. Gods, we wish we hadn't.Was this before or after Count Reiner Heydrich taught you guys how to read? He taught us to read, yes, but wouldn't tell us what any of the words meant.
Had a fencing competition today, and unlike the last one, when I won one fight and lost four, this time I won four and lost six, so a better result. I only got absolutely trounced once, too, so am relatively pleased with myself.
Or, for the Grindcore fans amongst us, 'Revolting Tangles', by Midget Shredder.
Only you would the answer to that question.'To', or 'in'?Are you like them, having a passage to Bangkok?Me? Never! That sort of thing is always a Comte de Malodor thing. . I do! Now, let me tell you, in exhaustive detail. First -
Are you like them, having a passage to Bangkok?Me? Never! That sort of thing is always a Comte de Malodor thing. 'To', or 'in'?
Coming soon to a holistic pet store near Nobody's Home: kitty litter that tells you which of your mog's humours are out of whack, and possibly tells your fortune too.
I never got that good at tracking expenses. We mostly have a set amount we set aside for bills in an account and periodically check our math to make sure it’s still covering things.I think that's how non-OCD people do it. The most effective budget I've ever heard is, "I withdraw $xxx in cash at the start of every month, and when it's gone, it's gone." Not exactly rocket science, but extremely effective. Getting out a £50 note would be equally effective. Good luck getting anyone to accept that.
Honour'd firs, it is my Melancholie Duty to Inform you that General Cornwallis hath Surrendered at York Town, fo our Pop, or Chymically Invigourated Sirop Water, muft contain at leaft as Much Cane Refidue as it did in Previous Decades, our Nation's Teeth be d-mn'd.
I went to one rave in the late '90s, out in the sticks near Sheffield, powered by a generator someone had borrowed from his job on the roads, and the samosas somebody's auntie had kindly brought along for everybody. I don't like techno or pills, so decided not to do it again.
I read 'Buncha Balrogs' as 'Baruch Balrogs'. Really, why shouldn't Balrogs be named Baruch, and why shouldn't they run about, passing and shit?
Or spreadeagle yourselves across the table and have the meeting that way.
I’m not allowed anywhere near any Sackbutts, Pulg, and if you have forgotten then The Dirty Dangler can explain to you. That's OK. You can have a cornetto.
A heavy faux Eastern European accent might be better, or, perhaps, very much worse.
So you could be the man who walked just over 14 km to fall down at your door?
Drugs. Or he wanted to walk 4/10ths of 500 miles so he could walk 800 more.
Good choice! No pizza for me today, but I do have a bottle of Guinness Foreign Extra in front of me, flaunting its curves and winking saucily. I also have a sparring day tomorrow, so had better not drink too many of those.
Got told to use AI to append telephone numbers to a list of company names and addresses yesterday, which you'd have thought would be a good use for it. Lucky I wasn't that busy, as it consistently refused to do as it was told, crashed, required reprompting, and eventually just started making things up wholesale, taking around six hours to do what I could have done manually in a quarter of that time.
'No wasps were found' Hmm yes, very reassuring. Where have the radiocative wasps gone, Clyde? WHERE HAVE THEY GONE?!
Managed to harvest a very substantial quantity of blackberries today, despite the presence of several Advanced Dire Brambles, which, while they put up a gallant fight, were no match for my kukri and sickle combo in the end.
But may result in a flaccid Pompadour.
- Squeakio, it is 4am! - Ave, Sneakius, it is! The trumpets blare; the crowds filling the Colisseum howl in anticipation, and we poor Cattivellani, captured during the Legions unstoppable march to the very ends of the earth, must now take part in the SCAMPERUS MAXIMUS! - The SCAMPERUS MAXIMUS! A hurricane-fast foot-race, under the bed, up the walls, down the stairs, back up the stairs, then over Limey's face (several times), followed by vicious hand-to-hand combat, our martial cries echoing off the arena walls.
The best thing to put in an undead toaster is baghouls.
The fact that there are bald-faced hornets means that, logically, heavily bearded hornets must also exist. Glad you're recovering!
If I had a starship, it would be my best friend.If I had a hammer, there'd be no more folk singers. (Seen on a button) Murdered by a hammer was I, fol de riddley dido Murdered by a hammer was I, fol de riddley deeMurdered by a hammer was I, where the nettles grow so high, someone wearing a button caused me to die, foldeo roldeo dolby [And so on, for approximately 47 more verses, interspersed with sprightly accordion obbligati]
The fact that there are bald-faced hornets means that, logically, heavily bearded hornets must also exist.
An elegant song, from a more civilized age. Ooooh, ye take the Hyboria, I'll take the Loboria,I'll be in Stygia aforrrre ye
You would build this dream together, standing strong forever.
I think the idea is that you club the bridge itself, just to remind it who's boss.
It was the boy's end-of-term concert today - he was in the Year 7 Music Group, who played 'Seven Nation Army', and 'Chasing Cars', by Snow Patrol, and did a grand job. There were also several numbers by a school dance group who were exceptionally good, Gloria Estefan medley notwithstanding.
I dub thee Saruquibble.
The fact that it was called 'breakfast stout' should have been a warning sign, since nobody but the most abandoned rakehell actually drinks stout for breakfast, and Heaven hides its face in shame and anguish from someone who voluntarily drinks beer that tastes of jam - jam! - at any time. Revolting, but I shall still finish it, since it cost me £4.90.
Dead Tree Chainsaw Cat Defenders, Dead Tree Chainsaw Cat Defenders, Dead Tree Chainsaw Cat Defenders, Wouldn't stop for COVID! ...turtle power?
Now watching Two Towers, and contemplating why it is that the Uruk-Hai knew what a menu was. It's short for 'men like you'
Well, I'm borrowing a trawler and heading over to Boston harbour to try and get all that tea back out.
Fair try, but they're all taller than I am. And my 50+-year-old housekeeper is shorter than I am at maybe 5'2" and she has no trouble with it, either, even carrying a vacuum cleaner.As a person under 5', 24" is a considerable portion of my leg - we're well into the thigh -, which makes leveraging that step very difficult. I don't know what their height situation is, but that's my excuse. Option anxiety, I'd say, so trying to work out whether you lift one leg over at a time like John Wayne getting on a horse, do a sort of scissor kick, hop over like a great big frog, or simply fling yourself over bodily while giving voice to a lusty bellow or two.
I've heard some people mention baby shirts as an alternative. Ah, Florida Cat.
Just got home from a friend's birthday party, and am decently full of samosas and Dunkel. My wife has a gig tomorrow as part of a local music & arts festival, so we shall all be going to that.
But you only play that one to warn us when your mother-in-law is coming to visit. Well, there you go, then. Watch out.
I had a great idea today. Ballroom Archery
I always considered Uber to be dodgy, but didn't know about that particular bit of sharp practice.
Flappy Chirpday, NH! I hope you got a bunch of useless knick-knacks and clutter. I know how much you love those. What a shame we can't Reply All to the post and ensure he's tagged in every single subsequent message.
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