Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think it was bad; it might have been Latin.

'Selfless'


Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here  

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.


tommyrot - May 28, 2007 3:51:26 pm PDT #9678 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Hee!

Of course, Senor Sock's namesake was in love with Suzanne Summers. But Suzanne Summers might not be such a good cat name....


Laga - May 28, 2007 3:53:35 pm PDT #9679 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Yeah I'm not sure my sister-in-law Suzanne would be happy if we had a cat named Suzanne either.


Frankenbuddha - May 28, 2007 3:55:27 pm PDT #9680 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Oh no, Tom. So very sorry about Senor Sock. Was the name attributable to him being a "sock" cat (in the way there are "cow" and "tuxedo" cats)?


tommyrot - May 28, 2007 4:03:16 pm PDT #9681 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Nope. Senor Sock's namesake: [link]

He was a character on E's Talk Soup.


Aims - May 28, 2007 4:23:07 pm PDT #9682 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

{{{{tommy}}}} May Senor Sock rest in peace with unlimited access to kitty crack pads and whole milk.


Sean K - May 28, 2007 4:25:35 pm PDT #9683 of 10001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Aimee!

FINISH THE STORY OF YOUR TRIP BACK TO MICHIGAN! YOU LEFT IT ON A CLIFFHANGER!


Aims - May 28, 2007 4:26:04 pm PDT #9684 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

I AM DOING IT RIGHT NOW!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


tommyrot - May 28, 2007 4:28:39 pm PDT #9685 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

So do people call in to work for bereavement for deceased pets? A friend says I should do that. I just called in sick a week ago so I don't want to say I'm sick. I'm not sure if I want to go to work or not - maybe it will be a nice distraction, or maybe it'll just be too much for me. But if I do call in for some pet bereavement, it'd be nice to tell my bosses, "Hey, people do it all the time." (They're a little inexperienced with being bosses.)

Also, they gave me a little clay pad with his pawprints on it. I'm baking it right now (to make it solid).


sarameg - May 28, 2007 4:30:19 pm PDT #9686 of 10001

This sounds kind of ridiculous, but I always rolled my eyes at my mother when, after some real or fictional trauma, she would tell me, "Don't ever die, OK??" and now I kind of get it. My cat had gotten several Stern Talks to that effect over the years. He has pretty much the same response I did.

You want dorky? Even when MK was at his sickest, I tried not to say the d-word EVER. I resorted to trailing of in a half-finished euphamisms. I stick to "you're gonna live forever, damnit" for pets and humans alike.

What's all this sand in my ears?

And when dad started talking inheritance the other night (him being, hey, it'd be easier to give it all away to the intended beforehand so no estate craziness) I cut him off and told him I'd kill him. Mature, no?

Speaking of which, I need to strangle my brother. Every.single.time. I ask if he's wants a ____ for the new nephew, his response is "Oh, we bought that today." !!!! I'm gonna break and get a giftcard. Sheesh. It may be weird sibling telepathy, but it is a pain in my ass.

Also? I talked poop with D, the elder nephew. Baby poop ("it's gooey"), dung beetles' collection of poop, dog poop. And vampire bats. This is so much a kid of my family and of my heart.


Laga - May 28, 2007 4:30:34 pm PDT #9687 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

Some places allow you to take a "mental health" day.

xposty: oh yeah. When my Mom starts talking about what will happen after they're gone I stick my fingers in my ears and shout, "LA LA LA LA LA!"