askye, ha, I love Grandma Utz's fried-in-lard kettle-cooked chips! Most of Utz's chips are cooked in sunflower oil (I think). I discovered the ones in the brown bag cooked in lard when I was doing the whole no-vegetable-oils thing.

"Do not approach the natives of Papua-New Guinea."

They were cannibals, weren't they?

the Helldiver fell out of the sky with depressing frequency.

Don't ride in anything with a Capissen 38 engine, they fall right outta the sky.

Weird, clueless workaholic dad who can never understand he upsets people...are you sure we're not related?

Hypothetically, if I were to visit my family, who live six hours away, and I could only see them on Sunday morning, my dad would still go to church and completely miss me. Some parents are truly clueless even when they love you.

askye, I love that buzz cut! You have the perfect shape head for it.

Thanks Sail!

I like it , which is really what matters, makes me feel confident and sexy. (kinda). I never really want to wear lipstick until my hair is short and not to make myself look more feminine but because the whole short hair makes me feel sexy, wearing lipstick is sexy so then I want to.

They were cannibals, weren't they?

Headhunters and cannibals to least some extent.

Argh. Finn keeps matting no matter how much I brush him. I think the next step may be taking him in to the vet to be clipped. I tried the little letter opener thing to slice through the mats, but he HATED it - I think it pulled on his skin no matter how gentle I tried to be.

I feel like a failure as a cat owner. I can tell Finn is miserable with these mats tugging at his skin, and I feel like there's nothing I can do that won't hurt him more.

Don't feel bad, my parents had a cat like that. Cobwebby fur that matted like crazy and would maul you if she even saw the letter opener or you snagged a mat. At least with the vet option, it'll be a set period of hate, mostly directed at someone else.

Thanks, sarameg. That helps. He has an appointment on Thursday, but I just wish there was something I could do for him NOW.

I know. My dad would risk her wrath with leather gloves but then she'd avoid him (and curse at him. And stalk attack him) for days. My mom was unamused and tried to head it off with grooming visits (but this was the cat who once escaped the car at a mobile rabies clinic -where the vets climbed in the car- and wedged herself n an exterior wheel well. So. It never went *well* but she was always mad at not them.)