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Less than 100 comments since I clocked out last night?

Either I'm not. getting enough sleep, or you nightowls aren't doing your job!

Midnight, Mountain Time,
Except for perverse Man.
Clocks shifted East, but
The Sun refuses to cooperate.

Oot Oot I b z. c y'all l8r.

Another longwindy caturday story.

Littlest cat we've ever had walked up to my son (not the one who had Ony, the other son) at a gas station downtown and began rubbing up against him with take-me-home meows. Son phoned me and I told him absolutely positively not to take in another cat no way no how. Because that's always worked so well.

So, little Faithful joined us. She has one slightly bent-over ear. Real little. You could make four to six of her out of our biggest cat. Medium long-hair. Fuzzy and snuggly, but like a lot of little critters, can cut you in a flash. For no apparent reason. Finicky, too. Certain brand of fancy canned food only. (None of our farm cats gets to be finicky.)

My son and daugher, and Faithful, had been rooming together in an apartment, and recently moved into a house. Faithful began spraying places other than her catbox, very odd for her. Mostly my daughter's room. So, eventually, Daughter figured it out.

At the apartment, the catbox had been in the bathroom, but at the house, the bathroom is too small for a catbox. They had put the catbox off the kitchen, but Faithful apparently didn't like it.

So, my daughter got a shoebox and put some litter in it. (Faithful's so little!) And that seemed to resolve the problem. She wanted to pee and poo where you're supposed to.

Hope that's not too glib for the grim circumstance. Sincerely hope it's the beginnings of full healing.
Posted by: mindful "happy" webworker at October 26, 2013 11:21 PM (U13jb)

mindful "happy" web worker,
Yes, I think my visit did Paul good. Thanks to everyone here for your prayers.

No, it's not glib It's funny.
I hope he can walk again. Maybe it was having to ask me to move things for him, the trash had to be a certain way so that he could see things going into it, and the table had to be just so, he had to be able to open the drawer and reach what is on top, etc.

"...a week later they both strolled back, or should I say all three, as a new kitten was in tow - such an exact duplicate of Felix the owners could not tell them apart."
-Merovign , Dark Lord of the Sith

Hmmmm, indeed. Sounds like the two kitties had to go out and do a rescue of the third.

Or a cloning.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm

CarolT's visit seems to have been stimulating for her brother? Time to double down on those prayers, now that they've got a toehold!

Hope that's not too glib for the grim circumstance. Sincerely hope it's the beginnings of full healing.

Live!
From the Middle of America!
It's Caturday Niiiiight!

My son was in college when he decided to pick up a cat from the shelter. If you pluck the wings off the black dragon in How to Train Your Dragon, you've got his cat. He named it Onyxia for some reason, but fortunately, the little black kitty got the nick of just "Ony."

And where did Ony live after sonny boy left college? Mom and Dad's of course. Along with son's roommate's cat "Dude," who was two paws in the grave when we got him, and died soon after, much to Ony's distress.

Entirely separately, a couple of years ago, a semi-feral cat we called Max (also black, no relation) showed up one morning with a little yellow fuzzy kitty in tow. That kitty just walked into our house, our lives, and our hearts like he always belonged.

Charlie was a tonic for Ony. They soon became good pals and ever since they've nuzzled and licked, chased, and wrestled, and played like kittens. When they tumble around, they can leave a streak of orange and black fur.

Charlie and Ony (sometimes aka "Chony)
They're our Halloween kitties.
No, we don't dress them in costumes.

This pic is a little fuzzy, but so are they.
http://mindfulwebworks.com/best-of-spirits/chony-01.jpg

So, "Don't stay on my lawn any longer!" would not be a good slogan? - Seamus Muldoon

Perzackly!

A slogan should be positive, like an exhortation.

"Do good to those who oppose you" is positive.
"Love one another."
"Be of good cheer!"
"Service with a Smile "

Parents, teachers, Masters, best exemplify and exhort positively. Mainly because, if you tell the Pupils, students, young'n's, "Don't {x}!" what do they hear? "{x}!"

Don't is a good reminder once one has learned Do.

So, Do No Evil® tells you right away....

TRS-100 =/= Mod100 laptop? someone said?

This confusion feels nostalgically familiar...

fully functioning TRS-100.... - Village Idiot's Apprentice

Heh. I could put it here in the museum/mausoleum next to the Mrs's lonely old 100 with the clobbered keyboard.

Came with a trial account for something called CompuServe, which propelled me from isolated desktop days to interconnected universe. And, ultimately, AoSHQ! 75775,473, my original online identity.

Amused to read on here the other day that the last code Gates actually (co-)wrote was the 100 OS.

The sky clouded over just as the sun rose this morning.

And no Vic.

Same feeling.

Re 8" floppies
They sounded like this:
Eauunk, click click click, eauunk scree scree scree screeu click clunk, euuunk click click click clunk.
Repeat - Freaked Out!

Combine with dot matrix printer percussion and acoustic modem coupling squeal. The sound of music.

I still have two Model I's, which could probably be coaxed into one full system, except I doubt I have one working 5" drive left. When we moved almost 20 years ago, I had hopes of setting the system up networked and retrieving my mountain of pre-PC digital writings. Still do. :/

I also still have my first real printer (v the thermal thing). Shack Daisy Wheel. After spending twelve hundred freaking 1980s dollars on it, we never sprang for the soundproofing clamshell, but I often wished I had. I got my money's worth, and put a whole lot of words out on that thundering appliance! (Still have the ribbon re-inker!)

Get off my 3D VR lawn!

??
8" floppy.. motivated worker..
??

I'll bet there's a funny there I'm not getting. Is it me, or is it svenorex?

"Back in the day I had an 8" floppy."

NOT going there!

And didn't in the day, either.

The Internet Archive - VisiCalc - my first massive programming effort was a complete bookkeeping system based on VC macros for the Shack Model I. Lasted me until we could move up to PC and Managing Your Money (in DOS, pre-mouse).

Still have a functioning original PC. Used it exclusively for playing DigDug until the CRT died.

Can Internet Archive read my Shack Double-DOS two-sided 5" floppies? There's some old WordStar texts I'd like to recover.

Women marry their dads.. and men their mothers... surprised at responses.. thought this was Common Knowledge stuff.

They marry their parental perceptions. One brother may see the worst in Mom and marry that, the other brother married the mother's good qualities.

Kids also tend toward mom's emotional nature.

Really wish I'd understood that a lot earlier!

Last night's ONT, an ette described an unfortunate blind date with an Obamunist.

Reminded me of my daughter's situation. She's in her very early 30s, in our medium-small town (ca.35k), waitressing, but mostly involved with teaching at the local ballet studio. So, she meets mostly customers, kids, & other women. She has had enough boys, I think, including the actually schitz* ex. (If, as they say, psychologically, women marry their dads, I hope I was only his likable, not-crazy half! Alas, their miscarried attempt at giving us a grandkid is buried out in the graveyard. Nature is not a right-to-lifer.)

Can you imagine the dearth of real, marriagable men in her world!? (Well, in the world at all.)

Ack. Don't tell daughter I wrote this.

I knew if I kept drinking coffee, this thread would appear. Works every time!