RRRRRAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!

[Dim of the Yard]

Not so much RARGH, but still something I'm not very happy with.

Years back, a parakeet flew into our backyard from... God knows where.  He was tagged, but we never found where he came form, so we kept him.  Called him Horatio.  He was a well-trained bird; sat on your fingers, gave "kisses" (really, he'd tap his beak against your nose), and he loved people, climbing up on the cage in order to greet them.  He could even talk!  He confused the pugs a few times because somehow, he managed to learn how to say, "Come here, Wesley!"  He also knew "Pretty bird" and "Stupid kitty cat."

Horatio was the best damn bird I've ever had.  And tonight, he was buried next to the best damn cat I've ever had.  Poor little thing.

[Tripe H. Redux]

Aww that's a shame, I'm sorry Dim.

[Bob]

Reminds me of what Jello Biafra said about heavy metal: "No gym teacher could get more people to dress alike."

You quote Jello Biafra...... will you marry me?

[a pretty girl is like]

Awww. Sorry about your bird, Dim.

We had quite a scare with our Kitty this last weekend ourselves.  She wasn't eating and had stayed in the same spot (our bed) for a couple of days basically.  It was so bad I woke up Saturday night and reached down to check on her and could have sworn she had died that's how non-responsive she was. I freaked the fuck out and couldn't go back to sleep at all.

She's on the mend now though.  The vet thinks she hurt her back and gave her a cortizone shot and some meds.  She's not quite at a 100% yet but well enough to slap Big Fat Todd around when he gets too close to her liking.

[Bob]

Not so much RARGH, but still something I'm not very happy with.

Years back, a parakeet flew into our backyard from... God knows where.  He was tagged, but we never found where he came form, so we kept him.  Called him Horatio.  He was a well-trained bird; sat on your fingers, gave "kisses" (really, he'd tap his beak against your nose), and he loved people, climbing up on the cage in order to greet them.  He could even talk!  He confused the pugs a few times because somehow, he managed to learn how to say, "Come here, Wesley!"  He also knew "Pretty bird" and "Stupid kitty cat."

Horatio was the best damn bird I've ever had.  And tonight, he was buried next to the best damn cat I've ever had.  Poor little thing.

Sorry for your loss.   

[daltysmilth]

Yeah, I feel for you, Dim.  We had a parakeet that died several years ago.  He never talked, but he provided hours of entertainment for our cat at the time, who spent much of her days staring at him like Sylvester did Tweety, doubtless planning numerous methods for his demise.

And a pretty girl is like, has your cat been confused lately?

[a pretty girl is like]

And a pretty girl is like, has your cat been confused lately?

I don't think so.  She did have a glassy eyed look at the worst of it but she still knew enough to eat and drink when we gave her food and water and she made an effort to make it to her kitty box even though she was all slow and walking gingerly.

[Imrahil]

Sounds like a job for Confuse-A-Cat indeed, Dalty.

[Petey Wheatstraw]

Okay, I'm taking a video production class at the local VoTech, which means I'm in class with mostly high school students.  There are several people in the class that kind of get on my nerves, but the one I'll talk about is this one guy, a 17-year-old, who of course doesn't need to take the class because he already knows everything.  (Sarcasm).  He kind of reminds me of a certain forum member who shall remain nameless.  (Isaac)  Except instead of thinking Ralph Bakshi is God, he thinks Motley Crue (with umlauts where appropriate) are God.  And he constantly interrupts class to tell anecdotes about either some metal band, a local DJ by the name of Kirby Ray, or something he did or saw someone else do on World of Warcraft, which the instructor has never played, and judging by his reactions to the stories, is not that interested in.  And he throws in jokes that no one besides him thinks are funny, and every time he's on camera, he does that... I don't remember the name for it, but it's that thing you do with your hands when you're head-banging and listening to metal.  He's one of those people who's so focused on being a non-conformist that he doesn't realize that he's conforming to something, namely, the behavior and dress code of every other metal fan who's ever existed.  Hopefull in five, ten years, he'll realize how pretentious he really is, and do something about it, but right now... ugh.

Except that I don't think that Ralph Bakshi is God, I don't think that I know everything, and I'm nothing like this person. Get off your high horse.

[bettertomorrowamy]

But, do you drink coffee or smoke?

[wurwolf]

And a pretty girl is like, has your cat been confused lately?

I don't think so.  She did have a glassy eyed look at the worst of it but she still knew enough to eat and drink when we gave her food and water and she made an effort to make it to her kitty box even though she was all slow and walking gingerly.

Way to not get the Monty Python reference, hon.

[Chaos]

Who do I have to fucking kill to get a copy of Valkyria Chronicles in Canada? Seriously. This is fucking ridiculous. Every god damn store and online retailer in the country has been "out of stock" since it shipped a month and a fucking half ago.

And whose idiotic idea was it to have all major retail stores cut ties with their corporate entity so that they can no longer order in goods from other stores? I asked at Zellers, Wal-Mart, and Sears about them ordering a copy to be sent in, and they all said they can't request merchandise anymore, they just get whatever they're sent. The hell?

[daltysmilth]

Okay, I'm taking a video production class at the local VoTech, which means I'm in class with mostly high school students.  There are several people in the class that kind of get on my nerves, but the one I'll talk about is this one guy, a 17-year-old, who of course doesn't need to take the class because he already knows everything.  (Sarcasm).  He kind of reminds me of a certain forum member who shall remain nameless.  (Isaac)  Except instead of thinking Ralph Bakshi is God, he thinks Motley Crue (with umlauts where appropriate) are God.  And he constantly interrupts class to tell anecdotes about either some metal band, a local DJ by the name of Kirby Ray, or something he did or saw someone else do on World of Warcraft, which the instructor has never played, and judging by his reactions to the stories, is not that interested in.  And he throws in jokes that no one besides him thinks are funny, and every time he's on camera, he does that... I don't remember the name for it, but it's that thing you do with your hands when you're head-banging and listening to metal.  He's one of those people who's so focused on being a non-conformist that he doesn't realize that he's conforming to something, namely, the behavior and dress code of every other metal fan who's ever existed.  Hopefull in five, ten years, he'll realize how pretentious he really is, and do something about it, but right now... ugh.

Except that I don't think that Ralph Bakshi is God, I don't think that I know everything, and I'm nothing like this person. Get off your high horse.

Wow.  It's true.  All you have to do is mention Isaac's name in a thread and his head pops up like a prairie dog.  I wonder if it'd have the same effect if I was really talking about Isaac Hayes or Sir Isaac Newton?

[Imrahil]

Nice image. Very appropriate.

[daltysmilth]

Well, thanks.  I think I heard Isaac from the Love Boat use that one once.