This week's Andy Barker, PI (a) is very funny and (b) features chicken fear. Good stuff!
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm talking about wank in chat with Minnow. And boggling at the stupidity of fandom.
Have the Dog People asserted themselves yet?
I get * DM for Mister Kitty. I'm not sure if it is Hills or what since I threw the bag away. Freaking out, um...now. OK, think it is Purina. Calming down.
Sarameg, it's only one type of Hills Prescription, their MD, according to their web site, and it may have come from the same granary which may have caused the problem, or it may not have.
It's all so indefinite at this point that I am pretty okay with waiting until tomorrow when I talk to the vet
Oh, man I remember that from Atlanta. You just don't see that in the North. They go on about pollen counts here and I just laugh and luagh.
I've seen this in Juneau and in Anchorage. In Anchorage, the cars were more likely to be covered in sticky aphid poo or cottonwood cotton, but pollen enough to change colors was not uncommon, at least some summers. In Juneau, I've seen huge clouds billow up from the trees on the mountain outside my office, and the channel was turned a sickly yellow/green color.
My problem with the chocolate penis is the dick. I don't want to see his dick. Ever. There are many dicks, often with owners whose names are not unfamiliar to me, that I don't want to see. His is right up there. So to speak.
I even watched all four episodes of her sitcom when it was on.
I loved Lush Life! The guy who played...dammit, who played...the guy who challenged Gunn for the leadership of his gang used to be on it, often in nothing but a towel.
Watched Shooter. Exactly what I paid for. He paid for. Whatever. Also had good ice cream and great dinner and a vodka gimlet obviously made with Rose's, but I wasn't going to let that spoil the evening--there was still tres leches cake to come.
Dammit. I have no blueberries for tomorrow's breakfast.
My problem with the chocolate penis is the dick. I don't want to see his dick. Ever. There are many dicks, often with owners whose names are not unfamiliar to me, that I don't want to see. His is right up there. So to speak.Chocolate Jesus dick, yes? Because chocolate penis should really guarantee you the dick. But I don't need Jesus dick.
Also my socks have toes. Which is kinda weird. And has nothing to do with chocolate, Jesus, or penis. Just there's stuff between my toes.
Timelies all!
Kitty ~ma to Teddy!(as I try to type around my fuzzball)
A little later we will head to a friend's house for an anime party.
Grrr. Stupid vet's office isn't answering their phone, even though they open at 8:00.
I am at work.
It's my last day.
I find it oddly appropriate that the song on the PA is "Say Goodbye to Hollywood".
For some reason, my kitty has been much more affectionate than usual these last two days. Now I'm suspicious. I fear he's gotten some bad news in the kitty horoscopes or kitty psychic lines....