Stanford sent a letter to my eldest saying he was eligible for a summer session that they offer to high school students. Looked it up. An eight-credit (max) session cost more for the eight weeks than my entire first year of tuition.
Mind you, he has been informed that scholarships are the only way he can afford college, and he SHOULD be getting them. (I mean, if I got them, he is vastly more qualified.) And yes, I’m expecting that he will, because the places he’s likely to go are the merit type places rather than the big names. Plus we know the hack—you apply for EVERYTHING you’re remotely qualified for.
My first semester in grad school at Flat State U, I paid $100/hour in state grad tuition, 12 hours. My last semesters at Flat State U, I paid $1200/hour in dissertation tuition. That change happened in 6 years.
Tuition at LCC (Lower Columbia College) in ’83 wasn’t *that* bad compared to when I graduated ’79, from OS Beaverland. But the first time I paid full term tuition at UofO, Ducksvile, ’88 … OMG. Kind of expecting a bit of a sticker shock when we sent son to OS Beaverland, Fall of ’77, but Not That Bad! About $15k – $22k/year for tuition, room and board (lower amount when we got him into non-campus housing). Between 529 funds, part scholarship (which he lost his 3rd year for not keeping high enough GPA), and some small rewards (“Oh, look! Money for books!”), in addition he worked, dad worked overtime, somehow we got him through without any loans (only ones we qualified for were parent plus loans … Um. No. No way. Run from these as fast as you can!)
My first (and only!!!) college loan in 1976 was for $190. My Grandma (a Southern farm lady) was so worried about me owing “the gubment” that she had my Grandpa raise and sell a couple of additional hogs prior to the next school year, so they could give me $200 towards my education costs, and that I WOULD NOT have to borrow money from the gubment. I repaid that $190 loan from my first three paychecks when I later joined the US Army. I eventually earned both a Masters degree and a Doctorate…all completed by working my butt off at multiple jobs and scholarships. I completed it all WITHOUT student loans…thanks to my Grandma’s opposition to owing the gubment anything!
I remember in the late 80’s, my college had a 19% tuition increase, and the tone-deaf college president at the time said that was merely the cost of a new set of tires.
IIRC my dad paid something like $100/quarter after his GI Bill kicked in at Minot State College for his bachelors degree, pretty much all of which was books and fees. He was laid up with ankle reconstruction anyway so wasn’t missing work.
’74 – ’75 -> $1900 for everything: Tuition, Fees, Books, Room and Board. Went up about $1k per year through graduation at the end of winter term ’79. Kept it down that much because after freshman year, I was living off campus, including winter and spring ’77 (fall ’76 was working to pay for the car I’d bought, finally earlier in the summer, that I subsequently totaled Mar ’77, sigh) when I was commuting from Eugene to Corvallis (of coarse that cost me $900 to replace my car that was totaled). I ended up with $8k in loans to pay back. $30/month for 10 years. Hubbies, IDK total amount, but his payment was $19/month for 10 years.
Said before, took every single month to pay both back too. We were earning more in interest per month that the two combined payments were in just the money market accounts. This is not counting those neat new money market IRA’s tax free interest that started up a few years after payments started. Cannot do this now.
Loan I took out was just for first degree. Paid out of pocket for the Associates and second Bachelors, while we were still paying back the other two loans. Never once considered suspending payment on the first loan when I went back to school.
After telling her she looks awesome, since her blonde hair appears to be loose around the mail, umm, coif?, I’d ask her to tell me if she needs any help when it inevitably gets tangled.
That’s why I always carry a can opener on my key chain… ya, I was a boy scout so what? Besides with women these days knowing knots is almost a requisite, maybe I am dating entirely the wrong type of woman, they don’t seem to mind though.
Another winning batch of memes. And yes, the lack of a cat in my life is a dire problem; but the lack of the wife who stuck with me over the last 25+ years would be worse.
We, here on the northern west coast aren’t being threatened forecast for any snow. OTOH they never seem to get snow fall in the Willamette Valley forecast correctly anyway. They couldn’t see 4′ (winter ’69) coming.
Well, we had a frigging tornado touch down in the Santa Cruz mountains in Scotts Valley this afternoon, halfway between the coast and San Jose. The storm cell line had apparently been doing waterspouts out in the Pacific before it came onshore. Flipped over vehicles, tore up trees, the whole nine yards.
If I wanted tornados I’d live back in Indiana where all my cousins are. Yeesh.
Oregon has had water spouts off the Oregon coast and come on land as tornados. There is nowhere for the tornado to go inland before it hits the coast mountain. Very narrow strip along most the coast.
Had tornadoes in the Willamette valley too, beyond the F0 dust devils seen in the fields in the summer. Nothing more than F1 or F2 levels that I’m aware of. One hit the parking lot at Lane Community College, flipping cars.
Of coarse in Oregon everyone stands around pointing and asking each other “Wait? Is that a tornado?” Because we Oregonians have sooooo much experience with them.
New England does get tornados but usually they are F0 or F1 affairs, causing LOTS of tree and roof damage but usually few injuries or fatalities.
There are exceptions. There is a corridor from Hartford CT to Worcester MA that will get doozies from time to time. That corridor is anchored by two F4 class tornadoes one in Worcester in 1953 (90+ fatalities) and one at Bradley Field north of Hartford in 1979. Springfield has had a couple F2/F3 ones in the 2010’s/2020’s. Ours tornados are usually isolated off a single severe storm not related to a whole line of storms. The two F4 really came out of nowhere for the locals. The 1979 Bradley had some hints as Bradley had weather radar (though not doppler at that time). The 1953 was related to a huge thunderstorm and tornado outbreak stretching back to like the Ohio Valley.
I joke with Little Britches that I dropped her on her head when she was little…because she fell off the kitchen counter when she was about 2 as I tried putting the milk back in the fridge
No snow today. It was time to change the oil, so up under the truck was I. And of course while trying to get the damn drain plug loose, cold paws pitter-patter up into my sweater. Nastycat hates the cold, so he always goes to the nearest warm spot- which is usually me.
*grunt swear bang ow*
Managed to drain the oil into the pan. Nasty went to sleep on my stomach, so I ended up carrying him around like that. He really doesn’t like the cold. Ended up putting him inside so I could finish up.
Neighborcat has been lounging in the back mudroom, daring the critters to come into the yard. He can, and will, get out when he sees the prey trying to sneak across the yard. But warm sunbeams are nice, so he’s got his spot on the boot shelf all cleared out. No squirrels today. Their guerilla action has not ceased, but they haven’t worked up the courage to try again. Yet.
Across the street is one of the biggest squirrels I’ve seen in years. Almost Neighborcat sized, though nowhere near the hefty chunk of feline muscle Othercat is. That one never tries the yard, but you can see him there chittering like mad and leveling evil glares at the foursome.
Neighborcat and Othercat ignore his taunts. He’s not a problem, until he is a problem. Then he will be lunch. Or supper, depending on time of day. Old dog howls and barks at the big grey squirrel when he catches sight or scent of him. Old dog may be too slow to catch the critter, but the fuzzmonsters are more than up to the task. I’ve seen Neighborcat bring down a jackrabbit on the run before. He’s sneaky and fast.
Doofus can’t understand how I love sweet hot chili. He sniffs at it and sneezes. How could you do that to lovely, tasty chicken, is what it looks like he wants to ask. He gets a piece before I start up the stewed tomato base and then watches me cook. Spicy food is not his thing.
The orange fuzzmonster got a bath today. Somehow he broke a bottle of shampoo on himself, and now he smells rather floral. I’d forgotten that my house sitter left that there. All his floof wetted down and he looks like half the cat he is dry. Pitiful meows at the injustice of getting wet, he tries to hide behind my legs or arms as I get the sticky mess off of him. At least he didn’t fall into the toilet tank again somehow.
Winter is in abeyance at the moment, but the wind is still rather chilly and the nights dip regularly below freezing. The largely outdoor Not-My-Cats have catterized the mudroom, snuggled up in old towels by the door where the heat leaks out a bit. Neighborcat still brings me his daily kills, gets his morning scritches, and goes out to show the neighborhood vermin who is boss. Othercat plays with his children across the street, mostly coltish young things almost full grown now. And Nasty snuggles up with the pink dino, the silly little dark splotch of fuzz. Doofus gallumps through the house with a paw stuck in a shot glass, too scared of himself for me to get it off him, then glares at it like it did something on purpose.
The wee fuzz abide in their normal routine. One hunter, one wanderer, one crazy, and Doofus. May this year be free of tinsel, because all four of them chew on it every time they see it. Y’all be safe out there- or at least safe as ye can be. Himself knows the weird world likes to throw us curveballs on the irregular. Duck, dodge, or endure as we can. May the slings and errors of hot chili, shot glasses, and chilly weather be a light burden, folks.
Pepper plants evolved to ward of mammals eating their seeds, but to allow birds to chow down and spread them – especially after the fruits turned red (or yellow, or some other color than green) and the seeds were ready to be spread.
Then those furless biped mammals showed up and this backfired for the pepper plants – but in a good way.
Thank you for the cat report.
Today Circe hid her sister Muse’s little Baby (a silly squirrel toy her color, now baby now prey) so Muse wandered around calling him. Finally found him, took him to the bed and was last seen grooming him and telling him off… Eh.
Next time you are looking up “what kind of acid is best for dissolving bodies” you’ve already lost. Acids are terrible at dissolving bodies (which is why they used that approach in Breaking Bad). Strong base is excellent at dissolving bodies, because it will dissolve everything. Flesh. Bones. Hair. Teeth. Every single bit would be decomposed into its component simple molecules or mineral salts. It would take a while, unless you have a Cow Digester, then it is literally a matter of hours.
She isn’t wearing an arming cap, but her coif looks like a proper 4 in one vertically linked steel wire coif.
It would be better if it were rivited mail, most of the surviving period mail was rivited, but unless you are planning to be sliced at, butted-link mail is okay.
Otherwise, I think that I might have to ask her if she thinks that victory celebrations are more romantic by firelight.
Could be, I suppose. I took it to be butted aluminum rings. I wouldn’t mind taking a closer look, though she’s probably young enough to be my grand-daughter.
She isn’t wearing an arming cap, but her coif looks like a proper 4 in one vertically linked steel wire coif.
It would be better if it were rivited mail, most of the surviving period mail was rivited, but unless you are planning to be sliced at, butted-link mail is okay.
Otherwise, I think that I might have to ask her if she thinks that victory celebrations are more romantic by firelight.
She isn’t wearing an arming cap, but her coif looks like a proper 4 in one vertically linked steel wire coif.
It would be better if it were rivited mail, most of the surviving period mail was rivited, but unless you are planning to be sliced at, butted-link mail is okay.
Otherwise, I think that I might have to ask her if she thinks that victory celebrations are more romantic by firelight.
According To Hoyt 
New Jack City in a meme. I thought that quite good film from my youth had been forgotten.
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Last one, yeah. No. 2 niece is paying per credit hour what I paid for a semester back in the day . . .
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Stanford sent a letter to my eldest saying he was eligible for a summer session that they offer to high school students. Looked it up. An eight-credit (max) session cost more for the eight weeks than my entire first year of tuition.
Mind you, he has been informed that scholarships are the only way he can afford college, and he SHOULD be getting them. (I mean, if I got them, he is vastly more qualified.) And yes, I’m expecting that he will, because the places he’s likely to go are the merit type places rather than the big names. Plus we know the hack—you apply for EVERYTHING you’re remotely qualified for.
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Plus some you are not qualified for. Possible no one else applied.
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My first semester in grad school at Flat State U, I paid $100/hour in state grad tuition, 12 hours. My last semesters at Flat State U, I paid $1200/hour in dissertation tuition. That change happened in 6 years.
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Tuition at LCC (Lower Columbia College) in ’83 wasn’t *that* bad compared to when I graduated ’79, from OS Beaverland. But the first time I paid full term tuition at UofO, Ducksvile, ’88 … OMG. Kind of expecting a bit of a sticker shock when we sent son to OS Beaverland, Fall of ’77, but Not That Bad! About $15k – $22k/year for tuition, room and board (lower amount when we got him into non-campus housing). Between 529 funds, part scholarship (which he lost his 3rd year for not keeping high enough GPA), and some small rewards (“Oh, look! Money for books!”), in addition he worked, dad worked overtime, somehow we got him through without any loans (only ones we qualified for were parent plus loans … Um. No. No way. Run from these as fast as you can!)
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My first (and only!!!) college loan in 1976 was for $190. My Grandma (a Southern farm lady) was so worried about me owing “the gubment” that she had my Grandpa raise and sell a couple of additional hogs prior to the next school year, so they could give me $200 towards my education costs, and that I WOULD NOT have to borrow money from the gubment. I repaid that $190 loan from my first three paychecks when I later joined the US Army. I eventually earned both a Masters degree and a Doctorate…all completed by working my butt off at multiple jobs and scholarships. I completed it all WITHOUT student loans…thanks to my Grandma’s opposition to owing the gubment anything!
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So did kids.
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Also, problem with the salad: too much lettuce.
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I like the salad, but I’d skip the bone.
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I’m with you. I think the problem is that you really want to use boneless fillets in a salad.
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For some meats having a handle is helpful. Just saying.
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(Looks at insults nationality meme)
(Scowls in Klingon)
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iA R’lyea! Cthulu fthagn!
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The meme hunters at the FBI just found out that security by obscurity doesn’t just apply to their jobs.
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1974. Sigh.
IIRC, in 1968 I paid $21.50 per semester hour at a private college.
In 1976 I paid $240/quarter, I think, at UC Berkeley, for all the graduate units I could stand.
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in 1973, my sophomore year at Indiana, the tuition went from $343 to $363 for 12-17 semester hours. There were massive demonstrations.
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in 1973, my sophomore year at Indiana, the tuition went from $343 to $363 for 12-17 semester hours. There were massive demonstrations.
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I remember in the late 80’s, my college had a 19% tuition increase, and the tone-deaf college president at the time said that was merely the cost of a new set of tires.
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IIRC my dad paid something like $100/quarter after his GI Bill kicked in at Minot State College for his bachelors degree, pretty much all of which was books and fees. He was laid up with ankle reconstruction anyway so wasn’t missing work.
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’74 – ’75 -> $1900 for everything: Tuition, Fees, Books, Room and Board. Went up about $1k per year through graduation at the end of winter term ’79. Kept it down that much because after freshman year, I was living off campus, including winter and spring ’77 (fall ’76 was working to pay for the car I’d bought, finally earlier in the summer, that I subsequently totaled Mar ’77, sigh) when I was commuting from Eugene to Corvallis (of coarse that cost me $900 to replace my car that was totaled). I ended up with $8k in loans to pay back. $30/month for 10 years. Hubbies, IDK total amount, but his payment was $19/month for 10 years.
Said before, took every single month to pay both back too. We were earning more in interest per month that the two combined payments were in just the money market accounts. This is not counting those neat new money market IRA’s tax free interest that started up a few years after payments started. Cannot do this now.
Loan I took out was just for first degree. Paid out of pocket for the Associates and second Bachelors, while we were still paying back the other two loans. Never once considered suspending payment on the first loan when I went back to school.
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If you work half a day, and drive home 5 hours later the same way you went to work, is that cruising? :-P
The First Date question: “Cool! Who’s your armorer?”
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Second question: “Do you prefer a backsword or a katana?”
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After telling her she looks awesome, since her blonde hair appears to be loose around the mail, umm, coif?, I’d ask her to tell me if she needs any help when it inevitably gets tangled.
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That’s why I always carry a can opener on my key chain… ya, I was a boy scout so what?
Besides with women these days knowing knots is almost a requisite, maybe I am dating entirely the wrong type of woman, they don’t seem to mind though.
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XD
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‘Gordian Knots and How to Tie Them’
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Another Saturday Fan Boi Squee!
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could someone please explain the “gloria” one?
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Gloria in Eggshellsis Deo!
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Eggshell Cs!
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gloria in eggshell cs deo
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The Mike Baggz meme is too sad to be funny. [Wink]
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I’m in the writer vs. plot memes and I don’t like it!
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Scootch over. I am in them too! And much dislike!
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Another winning batch of memes. And yes, the lack of a cat in my life is a dire problem; but the lack of the wife who stuck with me over the last 25+ years would be worse.
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Yah, we’ve passed more than a dozen ‘Climate Catastrophe Deadlines!!‘ and the world is:
Still here
Still pretty much the same
The climate loonies are:
Still with us
Still pretty much the same
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The older “new ice age” ones cancelled out the newer “globull warmening” ones, that’s why actual measurements have been basically flat for a while.
Real point: I am not looking forward to the winter weather in a few years when this solar cycle is done. I kind of have a bad feeling about this…
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No kidding. Based on snow falls in the east …
We, here on the northern west coast aren’t being threatened forecast for any snow. OTOH they never seem to get snow fall in the Willamette Valley forecast correctly anyway. They couldn’t see 4′ (winter ’69) coming.
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Well, we had a frigging tornado touch down in the Santa Cruz mountains in Scotts Valley this afternoon, halfway between the coast and San Jose. The storm cell line had apparently been doing waterspouts out in the Pacific before it came onshore. Flipped over vehicles, tore up trees, the whole nine yards.
If I wanted tornados I’d live back in Indiana where all my cousins are. Yeesh.
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Oregon has had water spouts off the Oregon coast and come on land as tornados. There is nowhere for the tornado to go inland before it hits the coast mountain. Very narrow strip along most the coast.
Had tornadoes in the Willamette valley too, beyond the F0 dust devils seen in the fields in the summer. Nothing more than F1 or F2 levels that I’m aware of. One hit the parking lot at Lane Community College, flipping cars.
Of coarse in Oregon everyone stands around pointing and asking each other “Wait? Is that a tornado?” Because we Oregonians have sooooo much experience with them.
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New England does get tornados but usually they are F0 or F1 affairs, causing LOTS of tree and roof damage but usually few injuries or fatalities.
There are exceptions. There is a corridor from Hartford CT to Worcester MA that will get doozies from time to time. That corridor is anchored by two F4 class tornadoes one in Worcester in 1953 (90+ fatalities) and one at Bradley Field north of Hartford in 1979. Springfield has had a couple F2/F3 ones in the 2010’s/2020’s. Ours tornados are usually isolated off a single severe storm not related to a whole line of storms. The two F4 really came out of nowhere for the locals. The 1979 Bradley had some hints as Bradley had weather radar (though not doppler at that time). The 1953 was related to a huge thunderstorm and tornado outbreak stretching back to like the Ohio Valley.
I’ll stick with blizzards thank you…
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One hit Wethersfield and the thrown trees cut a four-lane highway down to one lane. . . .
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If she turned up like that to a first date?
Conquer Jerusalem.
Smash.
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”We are the Bork Bork Bork.”
Just awesome.
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There was nothing wrong with that salad near the beginning. Makes me hungry, almost Austria-Hungary.
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I joke with Little Britches that I dropped her on her head when she was little…because she fell off the kitchen counter when she was about 2 as I tried putting the milk back in the fridge
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Back when I was young, the saying was “did your Momma drop you on your head when you was a baby? Or did she dribble you like you was a basketball?”
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Or Patrick Lee’s follow-up in the Familiarverse: “And from how many thousand feet!”
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I went and looked up that body armor tweet so I could make a quotation meme without the color and the iFunny watermark.
iFunny wartermarks are perfectly legit to edit off memes, since they were never originally part of them.
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Christmas socks hit a bit hard here.
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Gloria should be in the eggshell Cs.
“Deo in the eggshell C’s under gloria” doesn’t have the same ring, somehow.
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Cat report:
No snow today. It was time to change the oil, so up under the truck was I. And of course while trying to get the damn drain plug loose, cold paws pitter-patter up into my sweater. Nastycat hates the cold, so he always goes to the nearest warm spot- which is usually me.
*grunt swear bang ow*
Managed to drain the oil into the pan. Nasty went to sleep on my stomach, so I ended up carrying him around like that. He really doesn’t like the cold. Ended up putting him inside so I could finish up.
Neighborcat has been lounging in the back mudroom, daring the critters to come into the yard. He can, and will, get out when he sees the prey trying to sneak across the yard. But warm sunbeams are nice, so he’s got his spot on the boot shelf all cleared out. No squirrels today. Their guerilla action has not ceased, but they haven’t worked up the courage to try again. Yet.
Across the street is one of the biggest squirrels I’ve seen in years. Almost Neighborcat sized, though nowhere near the hefty chunk of feline muscle Othercat is. That one never tries the yard, but you can see him there chittering like mad and leveling evil glares at the foursome.
Neighborcat and Othercat ignore his taunts. He’s not a problem, until he is a problem. Then he will be lunch. Or supper, depending on time of day. Old dog howls and barks at the big grey squirrel when he catches sight or scent of him. Old dog may be too slow to catch the critter, but the fuzzmonsters are more than up to the task. I’ve seen Neighborcat bring down a jackrabbit on the run before. He’s sneaky and fast.
Doofus can’t understand how I love sweet hot chili. He sniffs at it and sneezes. How could you do that to lovely, tasty chicken, is what it looks like he wants to ask. He gets a piece before I start up the stewed tomato base and then watches me cook. Spicy food is not his thing.
The orange fuzzmonster got a bath today. Somehow he broke a bottle of shampoo on himself, and now he smells rather floral. I’d forgotten that my house sitter left that there. All his floof wetted down and he looks like half the cat he is dry. Pitiful meows at the injustice of getting wet, he tries to hide behind my legs or arms as I get the sticky mess off of him. At least he didn’t fall into the toilet tank again somehow.
Winter is in abeyance at the moment, but the wind is still rather chilly and the nights dip regularly below freezing. The largely outdoor Not-My-Cats have catterized the mudroom, snuggled up in old towels by the door where the heat leaks out a bit. Neighborcat still brings me his daily kills, gets his morning scritches, and goes out to show the neighborhood vermin who is boss. Othercat plays with his children across the street, mostly coltish young things almost full grown now. And Nasty snuggles up with the pink dino, the silly little dark splotch of fuzz. Doofus gallumps through the house with a paw stuck in a shot glass, too scared of himself for me to get it off him, then glares at it like it did something on purpose.
The wee fuzz abide in their normal routine. One hunter, one wanderer, one crazy, and Doofus. May this year be free of tinsel, because all four of them chew on it every time they see it. Y’all be safe out there- or at least safe as ye can be. Himself knows the weird world likes to throw us curveballs on the irregular. Duck, dodge, or endure as we can. May the slings and errors of hot chili, shot glasses, and chilly weather be a light burden, folks.
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Pepper plants evolved to ward of mammals eating their seeds, but to allow birds to chow down and spread them – especially after the fruits turned red (or yellow, or some other color than green) and the seeds were ready to be spread.
Then those furless biped mammals showed up and this backfired for the pepper plants – but in a good way.
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Thank you for the cat report.
Today Circe hid her sister Muse’s little Baby (a silly squirrel toy her color, now baby now prey) so Muse wandered around calling him. Finally found him, took him to the bed and was last seen grooming him and telling him off… Eh.
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Next time you are looking up “what kind of acid is best for dissolving bodies” you’ve already lost. Acids are terrible at dissolving bodies (which is why they used that approach in Breaking Bad). Strong base is excellent at dissolving bodies, because it will dissolve everything. Flesh. Bones. Hair. Teeth. Every single bit would be decomposed into its component simple molecules or mineral salts. It would take a while, unless you have a Cow Digester, then it is literally a matter of hours.
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So you’re saying that you should write your murderer-characters as being caustic, rather than vitriolic.
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Acting on their base urges.
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That’s a lye-!
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It’s only soda-kinda a lye.
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“We are the Bork Bork Bork!”
And the “strange ship” is (of course) the Swinetrek, Captain Link Hogthrob commanding.
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PIGS IN SPAAAAACE
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Probably one of those Fun Facts that people generally are not told… for reasons.
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💖💖💖
👏👏👏
🤣🤣🤣
Too many good ones this Saturday!
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The soju one rocks. *G*
And the writer ones, oof, spot on!
(The Yakuza jacuzzi one made me laugh.)
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I was a sharp joke at that…
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I just hope the chick in the fake mail coif knows where there is a larp event that will let me in wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
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She isn’t wearing an arming cap, but her coif looks like a proper 4 in one vertically linked steel wire coif.
It would be better if it were rivited mail, most of the surviving period mail was rivited, but unless you are planning to be sliced at, butted-link mail is okay.
Otherwise, I think that I might have to ask her if she thinks that victory celebrations are more romantic by firelight.
John in Indy
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Could be, I suppose. I took it to be butted aluminum rings. I wouldn’t mind taking a closer look, though she’s probably young enough to be my grand-daughter.
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She isn’t wearing an arming cap, but her coif looks like a proper 4 in one vertically linked steel wire coif.
It would be better if it were rivited mail, most of the surviving period mail was rivited, but unless you are planning to be sliced at, butted-link mail is okay.
Otherwise, I think that I might have to ask her if she thinks that victory celebrations are more romantic by firelight.
John in Indy
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She isn’t wearing an arming cap, but her coif looks like a proper 4 in one vertically linked steel wire coif.
It would be better if it were rivited mail, most of the surviving period mail was rivited, but unless you are planning to be sliced at, butted-link mail is okay.
Otherwise, I think that I might have to ask her if she thinks that victory celebrations are more romantic by firelight.
John in Indy
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“Guys what do you do…” meme?
Propose right there and then.
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Top notch memes, M’lady. Thank you so much for sharing.
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Nomination time;
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/22981982-january-2025—-classic-fantasy-work
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The “no unknown drones in red states” meme reminds me of Carlyle in Monster Hunter International.
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