November 11th, 2001

running, bomb tech

In The Doghouse

...Last night Votania picked up some cat food for Shamash, our darling hyperactive pinball cat.

Cats being the nocturnal creatures they are, we should have expected this, especially since Shamash has not had his full portion of attention since Thursday.

I woke up to find pillow stuffing (Votania'd gotten three large bags of that too) scattered in little tufts of fluff around the coffee table area, and holes chewed in not only the cat food bag, but the kitty litter bag as well.

...Shamash got shown his misdeeds and sent to the corner (shut in the bathroom) for a few minutes. Nephew gets to stand with his nose in the corner because he can take his punishment like a good boy. Shamash doesn't do that, so he has to stay in the bathroom when he's in trouble.

I guess I'd better find some containers to put the cat food ... and the kitty litter ... in.

Argh. Cats.
running, bomb tech

LJ is a much better forum for all those e-mail forwards. Got this one from renwick

Are you tired of all those mushy "friendship" poems that always sound good but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a "friendship" poem that really speaks to true friendship and truth itself!

Friend,

When you are sad... I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the sorry bastard (or battle ax) who made you sad.

When you are blue... I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

When you smile... I'll know you finally got laid.

When you are scared... I will rag you about it every chance I get.

When you are worried... I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

When you are confused... I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.

When you are sick... stay away from me until you're well again. I don't want whatever you have.

When you fall... I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath... I pledge 'til the end. Why you may ask? Because you're my friend!

Send this poem to ten of your closest friends. Then get depressed because you realize you only have 2 friends, and one of them is not speaking to you right now anyway.

P.S. A friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body.


...though I will do most of the above for many people on my friends list, there are some people I'll do all of this for and more.

Darkside, this is you. Votania, this is you. Neighbor, this is you. Alan, this is you. Adam, this is you. My dear baby sister and River, this is both of you. godai, sixftblndbmbshl, jdllama, you too, even though I've never met any of you... Shawn... although you ripped me a new one before you were through with me... I'll still meet you at the U any day with a duct-tape sword and have at it ... and afterwards I'll listen to you, just like I always did.
running, bomb tech

Food

I'm trying my hand at orange chicken tonight. Wish me luck.

...or cluck.

Either will do.
sad, greensad

Microsith vs. the DeVry Student

It turns out that all DeVry students have to pay a new technology fee for the privelege of being anally raped with a chainsaw by NecroSoft. MacroStiff will give us deserving college students those programs which we are taking courses that use "for free" ... provided we pay said fee. It doesn't matter if we already have the program in question -- we still get the fee.

Lovely. Just lovely.

Votania's Dave laughs at me extensively when I tell him this, and taunts me with the superiority of Linux.
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