what is a badonkadonk you ask? if you have to ask, you don't know black people. (dave's got me hooked on the chappelle show, since wildboyz has been off the air)

Wildboyz is highly underrated.

chapell's show is the funniest thing aside from Jon Stewart on television. didnt i say this very same thing a couple weeks ago? i get deja vu because i post elsewhere as well.

they were supposed to be airing new episodes starting in april, but i haven't heard anything. should check the website.

I want to get this station,on the site are two really sick and not safe for work cartoons by Trey Parker and Matt Stone called Princess,I love it.You have to join and be over 18 to see the uncensored or I can send the direct links if anyone wants it.Then read about how Princess came about under originals it's called shocked.Damn cheap Dish TV! http://www.trioplus.tv

THANK YOU J !

You are welcome my most imaginary friend.

Oh i've seen your picture,that makes you real:)

senor and i watched two back to back episodes of wildboyz last night. the 2nd was a re-run of the first episode of the new season, run last sunday (which we missed because we were in new orleans). the wildboyz finally got themselves admitted into the emergency room - after sticking their hands in a mitt filled with biting/stinging ants. they both had to get shots in their butts. chris' hand swelled up so huge it was surreal looking. we laughed our assess off through both episodes. then we had great sex. i highly recommend watching wildboyz.

Great sex?but when you consider,all sex is great.For me it is allways much better than for instance,licking a postage stamp.

...or eating a turnip.

Wildboyz is quite awesome. I think it's better than jackass, and much better than the one-trick pony of Bam Margera's show. I haven't caught it in a while though.

there's lots of puking so far this season!

the boyz were in east africa and kenya last night. chris let himself get bit by a rock cobra, and then steve-o smushed black ink into the broken skin so that chris would have a rock cobra tattoo. the whole time the two of them plus wee man were dressed up in metal rocker outfits including wigs, bandanas, and most notably chris was wearing a motorhead tshirt. they also got dressed up in banana costumes and danced around a family of gorillas. great shit.

I thought this thread would be about that Superstars show. I feel bad that I watch it, because ultimately it just feels very mean, but I just can't look away. Bye JoJo!

I generally think that I am a good singer, but I always wanted to go on American Idol. Instead of being rejected for my lack of talent while trying, I would have done poorly just to see what Cowell would say. This Superstars show would have been perfect for me. Does anyone else have the fantasy that they would be called to do a show like this, do very poorly, and then for the last performance go hog wild and just blow everybody away with their amazing, powerful, stupendous, more-perfect-than-Fabio's-body voice? No? Eh, maybe it's just me....

more perfect than Fabio's body does not compute

was meant to be funny. did not work

I really meant it to be funny. He's always on the cover of those stupid books, and he was referenced on the second season of that "average" show. I said it more in reference to the ego that Fabio holds, just as a lot of stars (especially ones who come out of strange circumstances) develop. That's all.

for the love of god, please go here and click on the "Black Bush" clip. i laughed so hard i couldn't breathe.

i saw that on tv. thats the greatest fucking show ever.

As of today, I have paid off my student loans. My last payment was in the amount of $19,873.56 -- I used money I inherited from my mom. I had a dream this morning that I was taking care of her in her apartment and feeling the stress of her illness and grad school overwhelm me. Much of the dream was spent in distress, but then I heard her voice in the other room and she sounded cheerful and full of energy, and when I went in the room to investigate I found her fully dressed and full of energy. She was well again. I hugged and kissed her and stroked her cheeks and told her how happy I was that she had come back to me. I am 100% debt free.

And at the end of September, I will become the caretaker of this pretty cat.

Congrats on being debt free. That is a goal I have been trying to work towards, but it doesn't help when you stupid ass husband buys a plane ticket to san fran next year because he wants to ski at tahoe again. I am really pissed off at him. That would of paid off a credit card and then some. Also, I don't get to go so part of my pissed-offness is also jealously. However we are planning to come again 2014 in feb/march for la/vegas again (taking some friends), then I'm thinking the best place to turn 40 might be hawaii, august 2015.

Hi everyone, sorry for not posting my message,been working at a job full-time and attending the community college taking two classes, then find some time to complete the homework. Me and my laptop are being a best friends.

Pretty cat matches pretty spider. Debt free is wonderful.

Congrats on both accounts, Spider! Nowadays, two of the most magical words in the English language are "debt free" - it's too bad that for many of us, it takes something like an inheritance to be able to utter the phrase. That cat is great - a tortoiseshell, right? Torties have the best fur. Makes me miss my old kittie, who I had to put to sleep about a year ago.

She's like...a calico tortie. Is there such at thing? At any rate, she's got a lot of white in her fur. Here's another picture. Maybe you can give me some advice -- This cat has lived her whole life (4 years) in a tiny apartment. When I take her, she will be living in a 2-floor house with a big unfinished basement. I was originally thinking of putting her litterbox in the basement, but I've been reading about how cats prefer small enclosed areas when they're stressed out, and the basement is very big with unlimited places to hide, including a huge crawlspace that goes back maybe 10-15 yards into the foundation. Maybe a better option is to put her (and her litterbox and food) in the spare bedroom, where it's smaller and while there are still hiding places for her, they're limited to under the furniture (where I can see her and she can't get lost or hurt). Then, when she's comfortable in the house, I can move her litterbox into the basement. Does this sound like a good idea? My brother and his girlfriend think that the basement is fine for her to hide out in until she gets settled, but I'm worried that she might get stuck somewhere or find all the new space anxiety-producing. Maybe I'm the one who needs to relax? This cat is apparently the chillest cat in the world. She never gets hostile, she never gets into trouble, she doesn't jump up on tables and counters, she doesn't go exploring into cabinets, she doesn't wake you up in the morning begging for food....she basically just sleeps and sits in the windowsill all day and night. They say that she likes to sleep with them, and if they close the door with her out in the hallway, she gently taps on the door with her paw until she's let in. What a polite cat.

Put the litter in the basement first and see how that goes. Your nose will thank you.

Yay for being debt-free! I'm laughing at the idea of a polite cat, but that might just be bitterness over the eight month long standoff I'm enduring between Newcat and Seniorcat.

I always thought the two most mogical words in the language were "eight teen" .... now beginning to think "sixty six"

Yeah, what Antigone said about the litter. All the torties I've known have been really sweet, friendly cats and great with people. I am a little biased. My tortie would tap me on the shoulder when she wanted to go under the covers to snuggle. I still really miss that.

Even though the basement is a big dark cold unfinished room with boxes/bags/appliances/equipment/piles of junk all over the place, vs. a bedroom with sunlight, windows, carpet, bed and closet to hide under/in if necessary? I totally get what you're saying regarding the smell, hence the idea of having the litterbox in the basement as a goal, but do you think the cat would adjust better to the new environment by being put in the basement from the get-go rather than the bedroom? My brother and his girlfriend are technically staying here for about a week at the end of the month, cat coming with them, so they will be here to help her adjust....but they will be out of town for an extended weekend before they move out of country, so they may spend only 1-2 days here with the cat. I just don't want this poor cat to get freaked out and stop eating and die of fatty liver disease or something. :( I've never had or even lived with a pet before, and she won't be mine -- I'm just taking care of her for a year -- so if anything happened to her, I'd feel just horrible.

Methinks the cat will help you relax. :)

I do have happier thoughts! Like, I wonder where in the house she'll like to chill out, if she'll get a kick out of all the birds and rabbits in our yard, if she'll knock on my door at night since I sleep with it closed... Another cute thing she does is she chirps before jumping up on furniture, like she's announcing her intentions. Or maybe asking permission, since she is so well-behaved. Oh god I'm going to be one of those people who can't shut up about their cat

I don't even like cats! I'm a dog person!

Prepare to be converted.

I wouldn't put a litter box in a damp basement, that smell of ammonia can build up the stench of smell. leave it on the first floor. And frequent change the litter oftens.

this will be interesting.

I got the job I applied for in my library! I start on 10/8. The little cat is moving in tomorrow. I had a dream last night that she was so freaked out by the move that she threw up in my hand.

Congrats, Spider on your new job!

gratulations, spider. my father likes to tell a story about the day he came home from the vietnam war. i was so freaked out by him that i threw up on him. my feelings about him never improved. hope things are better with the cat.

Aw, droop. The cat has arrived. She is currently hiding under the wardrobe in the foyer. When I got home from work, my brother was sitting with her on the couch and she was hiding under a blanket and trying to bury her head in the crack between the cushions. I watched her slink out and try to hide behind the couch, and she crawled along on her belly like a Navy SEAL on a mission. The litter is in the downstairs bathroom -- a nice compromise between the basement and upstairs bedroom that had not occurred to me before today. I'm going out to get some Feliway to put in the bathroom so she can get some help chilling out.

Cats are the best at Navy SEAL maneuvers. I hope she settles in and feels more comfortable soon.

Feliway was $10 off with the PetSmart bonus card, and I had left the card at home, so no dice tonight. Maybe I won't need it. When I returned tonight, she was still under the wardrobe, so before turning in for bed, I heated her food up a little in the microwave to make it smell more, and put it and some water right in front of the wardrobe in case she wants to eat in the middle of the night. I left the light on in the bathroom so she can see her way to her litter, although I know cats can see better in the dark than we can. Maybe I'll get her a little nightlight.

Also, just to keep with the thread theme, I've been pleased to see that while I've lost weight, the physical therapy I've been doing has helped me retain my booty. All those glute exercises are paying off.

Well, she hadn't eaten any of her food overnight, but she had used her litter box (yay, she knows where it is), and this morning I found her not under the wardrobe but under the extra cushions in the living room where she had Navy SEALed her way to yesterday afternoon. My brother and girlfriend left yesterday evening and won't be back until Sunday, and I hope she's settled in by then. I actually had trouble sleeping last night because I was worried about her -- I woke up around 2, fell back to sleep around 5, and had a dream that I worked at a prison in Texas and asked one of the prisoners for advice about taking care of the cat. Either he had a talking dog, or in the middle of our conversation he turned into a dog and kept dispensing advice. I was not phased. He told me everything would be fine, for what it's worth.

felony dog dreams are so cool. send pics of those glutes, or the cat, or both. breathing was better this past week but the last two days have been hell. But I made it to another Saturday night.

We had ourselves quite a little adventure yesterday. In the morning, I discovered that she had eaten a bit of the food I had put in front of her in one of her hiding spots, so I was happy. But the cat was nowhere to be found, so I was worried. The cat was literally nowhere to be found. I searched basically all day for her in every conceivable hiding spot in the entire house, including the basement. This is why I don't her down there -- it is packed to the gills with boxes, band equipment, mounds and mounds of random household crap that I really need to go through....she could easily fall into a crevasse between stuff and get stuck in there. Not to mention that if she got back into the crawlspace... At 4:30, I finally found her in the room where my brother + girlfriend were going to stay, inside the frame of the pulled out sofabed. I left her alone and on her own she escaped from that hiding space to under the bed in the room I wanted to shut her in in the first place. So I brought her food, water, and litterbox up, plugged the Feliway in, and shut the door on her, and that's where she's been ever since. I just went in and found her hiding under the bed, although it appeared that she had used the little window seat I had made her with a blanket over a box, and she had possibly eaten a little. And that is where she will stay until my brother+girlfriend get here this afternoon. Then they can deal with her while they stay here until Friday. I need a break from the worry. The funny thing is that when I called my brother to tell him I couldn't find the cat, he said, "She just wants to make sure that there are no predators around and no one is yelling or making loud noises..." If she was sitting under the sofabed the whole time, then she was there when I was playing video games while sitting on the edge of the bed....and yelling at the game when I'd get frustrated. I probably scared the shit out of her (thankfully not literally...although she did leave a hairball under there).

i think an animal needs at least a couple of weeks to fully process her new surroundings. does this cat have a name? i don't think i've ever seen you mention it. was out in the texas hill country again. the farmhouse i stayed in was lizard central. mostly concentrated on the back deck. i don't know if it's mating season or what, but i saw lots of males doing that "push-ups" display they do. why have a pet when you can watch nature in action. and the purple sage was in raging inflorescence. quite pretty.

Her name was originally Reese, but after my brother's girlfriend (whose name is Amber) went to Italy, she changed the cat's name to Micio, which is the Italian equivalent of "kitty" (pronounced "meecho"). When Amber came by yesterday, Micio slowly began coming out of her shell, to the point where last night she was exploring a room while we were in it. If we made any sudden movements, she'd flinch and duck away, but she seemed a lot more confident. She let me pick her up and carry her without getting hostile on me, and she also ate all of the food in her bowl overnight, hooray. Amber and my brother are staying with me until Thursday, going out of town on the weekend, staying here again on Sunday and Monday, and then on Tuesday they leave for Argentina. They will be living there for at least a year. The cat and my brother moving away and my starting a new job have caused my baseline level of anxiety to flare up. I need time to get used to the changes, just like the cat does.

The cat won't get stuck anywhere. Cats have mad skillz. And you need to take magnesium to help with anxiety, unless you enjoy anxiety.

All right, lay it out for me again -- how many milligrams and how often?

Eating foods that are rich in magnesium is an important step in correcting a magnesium deficiency naturally. Magnesium can be found most abundantly in coconut water, kelp, cashews, buckwheat, molasses, brazil nuts, pumpkin seeds, cocoa powder and rice bran. Magnesium Supplementation Those with anxiety will often benefit from magnesium supplementation. Start with 200 mg per day and work your way up to the most effective dose. Too much magnesium may cause loose stools. If this occurs, either cut back on your dose or divide it into smaller doses throughout the day. Most people find that 400-800 mg taken in divided doses will ease their anxiety symptoms considerably. Magnesium citrate, magnesium glycinate and magnesium chloride are among the most absorbable forms of magnesium. Magnesium oil and epsom salts can also be used externally to boost magnesium levels. Further Reading: http://www.allnaturalremediesguide.com/natural-remedies-for-anxiety/ Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/031034_magnesium_anxiety.html#ixzz285EUh6K9

Bingo! Another great way to get magnesium is transdermally, (the magnesium oil mentioned above) but go with supplements first. Pills during the day, and a powder like "Natural Calm" at night. And avoid magnesium oxide as it is not absorbed well and next to useless.

Which reminds me, I need to stock up on pepitas again. (Roasted pumpkin seeds). One of my favorite side dishes these days is quinoa mixed with pepitas. (Both are good sources of magnesium.) And I've basically replaced all of my rice consumption with quinoa. It's muuuuuuch better for you.

today at work i was putting in some extra hours to prepare for a show in which our store will participate. i sequester myself in the store room, play some jazz on pandora radio, and do my monotonous job. today i heard the "hot lips" page version of "st. james infirmary." a song that always makes me think of spider. jazz is why i don't need magnesium (for anxiety; or whatever it's for). viva la gata.

This weekend, bubba. Got the time?

It is nice that Antigone going to meet droopy.

viva la gata y spidera. Sometimes i like myself better when I am anonymous and nondescript...

Y spidera is a perfect Russian genitive phrase. У Спайдера есть кошка. U spidera yest' koshka. Spider has a cat.

Временно. Vrimyenna. Temporarily.

Yesterday, I took the day off to spend some time with my brother and Amber before they leave, and the only thing my brother wanted to do with us was take us to a shooting range and teach us how to shoot guns. Uh, sure. So, we go to the shooting range and with no safety training course or video or even words of instruction, we were let out into the range -- oh, I'm sorry, the shooting master or whoever told us one thing: do not hand the gun to someone; put it down on the ledge for them to pick up -- with a .22 and 9mm handgun. I was shaking when I started, because, goddamn, what was I doing here with the only use or safety tips I knew coming from cop shows? I'm a pacifist, yo. At least I was familiar with the concept of trigger discipline, I guess? I started with the .22, since it wasn't as threatening as the 9mm, and imagine my surprise when I shot my first 8 rounds at a target 10 yds away and got two hits in the bulls-eye. All those video games pay off. The 9mm freaked me out, and it had a recoil that hurt my arthritic thumb, so I stuck with the .22. I was also freaked out when the range started filling up with people in business clothes using shotguns and .44s, and shooting at targets with photographs of people on them. We didn't stay too long after they arrived, because...gross. But it was actually kind of fun.

he heh... he hee heee... said the chink. I got my wife a 357 short barrel police 38 special, and the recoil is a bit much for her. I like it. I am going after a 45 glock this weekend, and see if it is all they say it is. I am a pacifist also. a well armed pacifist. I have an attack cat too.

droooooooopy... Whaddya say?

thunderbirds are go, antigone. howya wanna work this? as i said, i live downtown -just down the street from sundance square. if you've ever been here you know downtown fort worth is tiny. i figured we'd pick a restaurant/bar/landmark and meet there. did you make any plans? cats, guns, and badonkadonk. but i know spider said she was really a dog person. i think she's on her way to being a perfect texan. the last time i fired a gun was in 1982. in colorado.

Any place, any time, Saturday preferred.

Dougie, you out there? how are the twins?

dougie has twins? antigone - saturday's great for me. someone has been bidding for my time on sunday. your original invite was for lunch, implying afternoon. i'm inclined to leave the time up to you, since you're the one who has to drive all the way from dallas. if i had my 'drothers, i'd like something later. at least after 4pm. i'm an evening person. (4pm isn't evening, but i don't want to keep you late since it's only our first date). my scenario would be this: in downtown there is parking (garage and lot) at the intersection of 3rd street and calhoun (near bass hall). i'm sure you have all sorts or technology and android voices to find this. from there it's a short walk to a place called "the flying saucer" (specialty beers, nibbles and shit). i would wait there in the outside area. i will the the 45 year old gringo in a black wheelchair. it's just an option

Flying saucer, fuck yeah. I too am a night owl. 6pm at the corner of 3rd and Calhoun it is. I'll be the 6'4" gringo in green crocs and shorts.

excellent. just to be clear: starting from 3rd and calhoun there is a movie theater and a barnes and noble bookstore. across the street from that is the saucer. we can play this by ear. but i'm thinking pub crawl. starting from the saucer and wandering the streets of f.w. an appetizer here, a drink there. i'm easy. and i'll pay my way.

Heh. Droopy thinks he's paying.

Take pictures. :) I'm typing from my new office. It's hot, there's no window, it's too quiet, it's cluttered and there's no room for my stuff...now I know how my cat feels. She chirped at me last night (first noise I've heard her make in a week) and voluntarily walked over to me to get pet. Things are looking up. Daniel, are you really a gun owner? That seems unlike you.

I am, and i am a pacifist. I live in a very secluded rural area known for meth making and I don't like visitors who are high on four wheel atvs driving naked through my forest and who tote high powered rifles so owning guns is simply a protective measure...also in the coming anarchy, those who are armed and well ammoed can protect what they have: 13,000 plus gallons of clean fresh potable water, a defensible position surrounded by (uhhemmm) deer fencing, and one way in but several ways out. A little paranoia goes a long way in my neighborhood. I also work with a relatively nutty clientele, half of them felons, and a quarter of them rather violent felons. My wife works as a supervisor nurse in a correctional facility (nearly 50 miles away), and cannot carry a gun while at work. We both keep a very low profile, and I learned twenty years ago when working in a locked ward how important anonymity can be. Own nondescript looks like a cow lane one lane road is gated (but not in the 1% fashion)-- more a rural cattle gate...and we drive subaru's (matching outback wagons hers black mine white) so we are the yuppiest of our neighbors. We live 3/4 of a mile off road but still on the grid. I shot the 357 one time about a year ago. We don't tote or taunt, and I don't even hunt despite the deer and rabbits and squirrels all over the place. No old goats though. ... Other than some starlings and once a crow in a cornfield when I was young, when I did carry a gun routinely, and for which the crows have never forgiven me...I have killed no living thing except an occasional mouse or rattlesnake. Last time I shot at a snake, curled on the steps of my back porch, an eastern timber rattler about six feet long, it simply looked arrogantly at me before sliding away. I especially don't kill spiders and we have many brown recluses inside and wolf spiders outside since we live in the woods. I want the little glock to carry at work for protection, that's all. Oh, and none of my guns are registered.

The coming anarchy, eh? I fail to understand the apocalyptic viewpoint. Sometimes I wonder if people aren't craving it more than just expecting it.

The coming anarchy, eh? I fail to understand the apocalyptic viewpoint. Sometimes I wonder if people aren't craving it more than just expecting it.

Double trouble!

You guys have fun as usuall!!! The temperature just dropped and I finally put the blankets on my bed, It is three layers of blanket, hated when my brother and his wife smokes in the house and yet had to cover the ventation with duct tape(lol) from inhaling the stale of their cigarette smell. uggh.

Am sitting with the man droopy himself. He lives!

So I just got back from hanging out with droopy. Both of us being essentially hermits the conversation was sparse at times. :) He's a cool d00d, though. My kind of hermit. There is a picture of the event but droop mentioned something about the Zeta cartel coming to get him if his face became public, so I'd better not post it.

You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible. ― Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction Sorabji has proven the existence of life in texas. Aren't we all hermits of some kind or another.

you should see my face now. woke up this morning in the hospital. when antigone and i parted company last night rolled over to a bar and started drinking straight tequila. don't even remember leaving the bar. the doctor at the hospital told me two cops found me on the sidewalk. i've got a nasty abrasion next to my left eye and my ribcage aches. otherwise, i'm fine. they kept me in the hospital till about 7:30am. hermits don't have people to pick them up after self-destructive drinking bouts. took the bus home. antigone was definitely the highlight of the evening.

Fuck, man. Did not intend that to be a leaving las vegas moment. You're an adult and you can destroy your liver any time you like, but just know there are people here who care about you. You can ping me any time you like.

I wish Antigone could of took droopy home. :-)

they've checked my liver. it's actually in good shape. though i might be inclined to put less of a burden on it after my little adventure. i refused to call anybody while i was at the hospital. i got myself there, i could get myself home.

Here we be! http://imgur.com/aiZ3w

So, that's you and droopy? How nice!

man that link looks like two white guys who need a drink, not at all what i expected.

what did you expect? i'm looking away and scowling a little because i was the one trying to take the picture on the ipad.

Just wanted to know who you are really. Honesty. :-)

Damn, Droopy. You've got to take good care of yourself.

I dunno why but Droopy in my head has mean dreadlocks.

Droopy, I had a dream about you last night. I was with friends in an old tavern and I found you in an odd loft-type area in the back rooms of the tavern, overlooking the restaurant room. You were missing one of your arms at the elbow, and both of your legs had been amputated at shin level. You may have been a war veteran. You looked to be covered in dust, although on closer inspection I realized it was spiders' eggs (it still looked like mere dust and wasn't as gross as it might sound). You couldn't walk, what with all the missing limbs, so I put my arms around you and lifted you up, and we shuffled outside together. I joked that we were dancing cheek to cheek, and when I looked at your face, I saw that my cheek had cleaned half of your face clear of the dust. We made it outside but then got separated somehow. Then it was like I was in Dickensian London, with all these colorful characters pushing me about in a crowd. I couldn't find my way and ended up following this old soldier-looking gentleman into another tavern (although he was very rude to me). In this other tavern, someone pressed a large shotglass into my hand, and I looked up and realized everyone was waiting for me to make a toast. I felt very uncomfortable and mumbled something, and then drank the contents of the glass as quickly as I could. I quickly realized that the drink had been drugged, and the room started spinning. The tavern was actually a brothel and I knew I had been a victim of a trap, but I didn't feel like I was in any danger as I stumbled around the upstairs hallways and rooms. I found two young orphan children huddled together in a tiny closet-like room, and there was a horrifying moment when I realized that they were not only working as prostitutes but were also brother and sister. (They seemed really blase about it.) I made it outside and heard someone say that you were in the library. I thought, "Of course he's in the library!" and followed another crowd of Dickensian characters into another tavern-like building that served as the library in this strange town. This library was really cool -- it was a one-room octagonal brick building -- and seemed to be more of a museum of curiosities than an actual library: there weren't really any books on the shelves, but instead heaps of tiny automatons, puzzle boxes, little birdcages, and other old fashioned devices all cataloged and labeled by hand. I got engrossed in looking through all the little machines, and woke up before I could find you.

wow. hot. with a smile, smokin' hot. next time, smile. i always pictured just about that, except a 2-day beard and wearing black. sorry about the hospital thing.

i shaved for antigone. had it not been cold, i would have worn my black "i'm not dead yet" t- shirt. i think smiling only improves things slightly. my hair is military short right now because i shaved myself bald last month. i was probably in a corner with a dust cover over me, spider. that last part of the dream reminded me of a dream i posted somewhere. heaven, i'm in heaven and my heart beats so that i can hardly speak...

wonderful dream, wonderful friends, here and there. Droop, honest to god I thought you were an african american black man through and through, not that it makes any difference at all, but all these years my mental picture of you was not at the reality, and yes, moonie, sometimes with dreadlocks, but mostly with a short hair cut. Again, I recall when I first posted pics on flicker and saw the very first time some sorabjites, not at all matching my imagination of them. The exceptions were Heather and Sarah for i know I had seen Sarah's picture from syrup and I have always known what Heather looked like. Again, why I don't know. When I met her she was and is prettier than my imagined visage which was very close to the real thing. CZ was another lovely sorabjite who matched in my imagination the reality of her presence. Actually her reality far exceeded anything I could imagine. if any one hears from her, tell her I miss her on the boards and in life in general. S She --like so many others of you here -- truly have become part of my family. I know I am the black sheep, or the old goat, and sometimes the silveback gorrilla, but I'm just an old wheezey white guy in my Hanes ... Again, Spider, wonderful description. You should be a writer.

Daniel, I've always seen you as more of a duck billed platypus.

Daniel, I've always seen you as more of a duck billed platypus.

DUCK BILLED!

I write better than that when I'm trying. :) My dreams have been very vivid lately. Last night's was not nearly as interesting, though -- I dreamed I was talking to Keanu Reeves about his work in "The Matrix," which I have never seen either in dreamland or real life. I was making stuff up just to keep him talking to me, as he was so, so handsome I felt myself glow in his presence.

daniel--i take that as a compliment, but you also kind of remind me of the time my grandmother heard a bob seeger song and asked me if he was a "black fella." just out of curiosity, what made you think i was an african american black negro of color? i'm sorry, i just have to chuckle. i know if blindswine were here, he'd be saying "seriously?" the last keanu reeves movie i saw was his performance in "much ado about nothing." truly unforgettable. how's the cat?

Very cool that you guys hooked up, and to see a picture of you both. Is it me, or does Antigone look a bit like Michael Caine?

i was thinking robust john lennon. since it's a way to kill lunch hour, i found an alfie-era picture of michael caine and one of lennon (both black and white) and put them side-by-side on my paint program. in these two pictures, from the nose down, they look like mirror images. complete with a bend in the nose that goes in different directions. i'll have to look at the antigone picture again.

dougie, well if your saying that guy is Antigone who looks like Michael Caine? somewhat ... Took my brother's dogs out for a walk, stubborn dog. Found a IBM thinkpad laptop, also a AT&T wireless router. Going to have to test bench these two items tonight when I gets home, I am sure it is a WPA2 router, don't wanna to bother using WEP router, cause it is vulneerable to attack. So, have a great weekend.

Actually I thought originally (years ago) that Swine was caucasian. I don't ever recall seeing a pic of him. There is probably no particular reason that I can cite now, maybe something in a post years ago, who knows. My mind's eye had you pegged as a very nice black guy in jeans and fatigues tooling around in a chair which was always well liquored. I am rather color blind as to race ethnicity or skin color and lately I find....gender differences... In that I am much more accepting of similarities than I am pointing out differences. Oddly, many peg me an NDN because of my looks, WAY OF SPEAKING, MANNERISMS, use of caps, and hair. Ha. Who knows. I am just glad you are back on the boards. Missed you while you were on hiatus.

Actually I thought originally (years ago) that Swine was caucasian. I don't ever recall seeing a pic of him. There is probably no particular reason that I can cite now, maybe something in a post years ago, who knows. My mind's eye had you pegged as a very nice black guy in jeans and fatigues tooling around in a chair which was always well liquored. I am rather color blind as to race ethnicity or skin color and lately I find....gender differences... In that I am much more accepting of similarities than I am pointing out differences. Oddly, many peg me an NDN because of my looks, WAY OF SPEAKING, MANNERISMS, use of caps, and hair. Ha. Who knows. I am just glad you are back on the boards. Missed you while you were on hiatus.

I've never gotten Michael Caine before. People used to say I looked like John Lennon a lot. Guess I'll have to lose a bit of weight to get that again. :)

The cat had been making gradual strides every day, still hiding during daylight hours, but come evening she would get bolder and bolder exploring the upstairs rooms. At one point, she turned a pen into a toy and occupied herself with batting it around the room, so clearly she was relaxed and enjoying herself in her new environment. Two nights ago, she jumped in my lap while I was working at the computer and stayed there for 15-20 minutes while I pet her; she even purred. I decided to push my luck and carry her downstairs, and the further down the stairs I got, the more I felt her claws dig into my arms. She bolted as soon as I set her down. So then last night, she didn't come out of hiding at all. I may have set back her progress two weeks! At least she wasn't hiding with her head in the couch cushions. Although I don't know if hiding on top of boxes in a dark closet is much of an improvement. Silly timid cat. Love me already!

Silly timid Spider. Chill and let it happen.

I think I further traumatized her today when I discovered her hiding beneath a blanket by nearly sitting on her and then violently throwing the blanket back to expose her. She's been in the closet ever since. My new job is a lot more stressful than I'd anticipated; every night I come home exhausted. And my boss will be away at a conference all next week and I will be manning the department by myself while barely knowing what I'm doing. This time last year my mom started her last radiation treatments, and started the process of dying. The anniversary of her death falls on Thanksgiving.

Yeah, I hear you. Anniversary of my ex wife moving out with my daughter is coming up, too. And the first wedding anniversary post divorce is on sunday. Just be with your kitty. It'll all come out OK.

Anniversaries are so hard. And shy kitties can be frustrating, but they do come around eventually, usually when you least expect it. Hang in there, Spider. You too, Antigone.

Droopy and Tiggy,not only are you two highly intelligent you both are fine looking men.I always pictured Droopy with a mustache and beard. Stay strong Tiggy!!!

I agreed with J's comments, I have always thought that droopy has a beard and mustache, not only, but reddish-brown haired as well as beard.

i'd probably have a beard if i could grow a decent one. it comes out scraggly and is completely black while the hair on my head is a sort of dark dishwater blonde. my father has hair that is almost black but his beard is red. talked to my sister today. she wants me to come down to new braunfels (close to san antonio) for christmas. she even found me an abandoned condo for me to stay in. she also wants me to come to her daughter's baptism. my sister has decided to raise her child as a catholic - the religion she and i both left in 1979. funny enough, she enrolled the kid in a school called "protestant academy". i don't know what religion the father is, or if he even has one. this kid is going to be as spiritually confused as his mother and i were. bless you and keep you, everyone.

You're assuming there is a father.

droopy, I can't believe that your sister has found you a abandonded condo?w.t.f. the world has comes to? I wish you very well, and you are the best guy I ever read some comments That I liked the most. I have my faith in you.

Spider, I am glad you have the cat. I can't count the number of cats I've had. I can not live without a cat. My two are the only things keeping me sane. Well, as close as I'll ever get anyway. One little hint about the kitty. Decide on the place to keep the litter box and keep it there. That will help her settle down. Moving it will only make her more nervous.

Cats are disgusting. They stand in their poop and walk on your stuff. Seriously what is more gross than that? Two cats just moved out. The upstairs is unusable until it gets a new subfloor... guess why? Cats that live outside or in barns are pretty cool.

If you clean out the cat box they won't have to stand in it.

And dogs eat poop then lick your face.

my cats were always outdoor cats. my house(s) never smelled like cat piss. when my dogs die, we're going to get a cat. natalie ruth loves cats. and chicks. and pretty much all animals. and i like most cats. i kinda hate dogs. a dear friend of mine died on Friday. stage 4 breast cancer. she was 42 years old.

I like cats, I just can't eat a whole one myself. I got used to them at El Corral Taco Shop in the Peurto Rican section of Gary IN in 1969. My formerly feral cat named Spook Doggy Dog ("Doggie") is now an indoors cat, though she likes hiding under the norfolk pine tree (8+ feet tall) in my bedroom, and especially the Christmas tree (artificial scotch pine), and any place else she can hide. She is more social now after six years of captivity, still hates squirrels on the porch, and does not piss or poop anywhere except her little box. She does like to eat things and throw them up. She is my early warning system for earthquakes. I like dogs too but they are tough unless cooked a long time. Sorry to hear of your friend S. 42 was the age of my mother went she left on the blue road of spirit. I've out lived her by twenty years.

I'm very sorry, Sarah. That's so young.

I liked Dogs and Penguins, not the cats, because, the cats give me allergy.