We never named our cows - they just had numbers. But when I was in third grade my dad sold a calf to me. I named it 'Kari' after a girl in my class that I had a crush on. Oddly enough, when I told her I named my calf after her she was not impressed.

Kari (the calf) ended up getting cancer when she got older. So I didn't get much money for her when I sold her. Plus when they determined the price they had to subtract out the weight of her fetus before multiplying by the price/lb.

MK is fantastic. But like sara said, not so bright. He's the cat equivilent of the sweet but dumb significant other.

How is your eye doing, tommy?

It got a little better at the end of last week, but it's stayed the same since. The opthomologist suggested to my Dr. a bunch more blood tests he wants done, so I gotta get blood drawn again. Got another optho appointment next week.

He's the cat equivilent of the sweet but dumb significant other.

Mine too!

I hope it starts resolving, soon.

We never named our cows - they just had numbers. But when I was in third grade my dad sold a calf to me. I named it 'Kari' after a girl in my class that I had a crush on. Oddly enough, when I told her I named my calf after her she was not impressed.

My grandfather's brother had a dairy farm in PEI, Canada. If we'd (the MA relatives) would visit when they had a new calf, they'd name it after one of us. They didn't usually name them either though, as far as I know.

I remember my cousins telling us the name of the steer we were being served for dinner.

One of my cat's is sweet but dumb, but he's so shy that no but me really gets to see the sweet part. (Or the dumb part, either.)

Has anyone seen "A History of Violence" and if so, thumbs up or down? Looking for something to see tonight and this is the only thing at the theater we want to go to that might have broad enough appeal to the group.

I think it was probably very good, but I had a very negative reaction to it. I wouldn't call it enjoyable.

Emily, you don't mean Goedel Escher Bach?

Tai Chi involves, unsuprisingly perhaps, chi. Getting your chi in order cures a lot of ills, according to philosophy. And helps you kill people. Also unsurprisingly, I get twitchy when arts get so dramatically bowdlerised.

People need to die. We're supposed to be shooting a skit for work, and 2/3 of the department has mysteriously disappeared. I want to vanish too, dammit. Maybe do some work, or something.

is the only thing at the theater we want to go to that might have broad enough appeal to the group.

Wallace and Grommit!