Random Thought Thread

He only trusted me to touch for fifteen seconds and it was when he was mostly sleeping

He's full feral, that's for sure. But bribery is working (more in siblings but a little on him).

Anyway, once we get them calm & comfortable & not afraid for their life, we're taking them to the vet. We just need to be sure we can safely handle the wild critters.

But I'm usually spot on for sexing young kittens—it's just that as I'm not holding them to look, I'm just getting quick glimpses on occasion.

 

Why I don't do canned goods for the most part.
http://scribol.com/lifestyle/gross-canned-food/

 

Yeah. Have a good day

 

Our first cat was a mutt, but could have passed for a Maine Coon even in bright lights. My mom had had cats before, but Fuzzball was mis-identified as a "she" for the first several months of his life simply because, as mom put it, "her bloomers were just too fluffy to see anything."

 

I once took in a stray cat who I sexed as female and named Willow.

We found her owners and she turned out to be a boy called Dave.

Oops.

 

All these cat stories are reminding me of my first girlfri- well, actually, companion might be a better word.

 

Speaking of Daves...I found a 2001 SO parody/spoof.

 

My mom bought an exotic chick and named her Marilyn—she thought it was a Monroe, turnt out to be a Manson.

So when I got my own chick, I named it Fred: Fredrick if a cock & Winifred of a hen. As expected, it turnt out a hen. And she liked to sit on your shoulder (I raised her on our couch watching original Star Trek as she slept on my neck in my hair). She scared the workers, cause full grown she would fly out of the chicken enclosures (most people forget chickens can fly) and all the way to their shoulders to snuggle. It always made me laugh when they screamed.


Anyway, my first assessment of Namir was correct: he is indeed a boy.

The orange one inevitably was male of course, and the tricoloured & the gray with orange patches are both female (as I suspected, but never got a look at).

Two are named now. The small tricoloured is Gypsy, per my mother.

Just two more to name, and then we'll be much too attached to adopt them out.

All as planned〜

 

LMAO Monty Python!

 

Quickly scanning the Whats New posts I read this as '... turned out to be a dog called Dave' and thought wow you did get it wrong.

 

Some friend I haven't seen in ages out of the blue just sent me a text asking if I would be interested in a kitten from a litter he just had.

Worse, he sent me photos.

What sort of sick joke is the Universe playing at?

 

Hit it on the nose.

Those guys are real lyrical... somethings. It is catchy to listen to though.

 

I think I might be walking into some dark territory, in my sequel.
Really takes a bit of imagination to not only have an MC having
the worst moments in their past thrown in their face. But to also
have them reenacted in front of them, using their own fellow
captured troops as the 'actors' in this case.

Why waste a perfectly good psych-eval, am I right?

 

I just thought of a crime drama format that seems tailor-made for binge-watching:

The beginning of every episode introduces a new case that the characters have to work on while concurrently finishing the case from the last episode.

 

I have a guilt pleasure I want to admit:

I'm a white guy, but I like listening (and dancing) to music by black people.

 

Well according this person there selling breeds of knives (knifes),
and they are Stake Knifes. So they must be good for the Vampire
Hunters out there. I had no idea that there was special breed of
knife just for this specialized job, but now I know.

(Spelling problems on what people sell is my bread and butter.)

(Also I am unaware of the North Eastern Arizona Vampire problem.)

 

CSI: Workload Management

It's the last episode of the season, and David Caruso's character has let all his cases from prior episodes pile up. He's on the phone with his wife.

"I'm really swamped today, looks like you'll have to..."

*puts on sunglasses*

"...pick up the kids from school."

YEEAAAAAH

 

Why don't people use metric prefixes with money? Like, why do we say "seven point three million dollars" and not "seven point three megadollars"?

It's like, you don't say "seven thousand meters", you say "seven kilometers". What's the difference?

Also, why do we only use decimal points with numbers on the scale of 10^6 or higher? Like why do say "seven point three million" but not "seven point three thousand"?

 

Ya know when you joke around about what you would do if you ruled the world?

Well this crazy lady has a freaking plan for global domination, and it is not in
a joking fashion, but a literal plan for an Utopian/Dystopian world. And it is
batshit out there, like Pluto its so far removed from rational thought.

https://witchwind.wordpress.com/2014/10/07/utopia-what-would-a-womens-society-look-like/

And to make it more interesting there are people who actually agree with
this crazy ladies agenda.

 

Wow.

Saying this as a feminist: That lady's a couple of Cuckoos short of a Cocoa Puff.

 

#1- I must pee

#2- I just got a haircut

#3- I have to do laundry

#4- I want the weekends to get here

#5- I have scars on my left arm, the oldest being a decade ago

 

But we do use "k" to mean "thousand". "He makes a hundred and fifty kay ($150k) a year."