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Feeding the Beast
re: #32: This could become a lucrative endeavor with the build up of sponsorship, no? Why can't that person be you, AG? Fabulous idea!— November 15, 2009 7:35 p.m.
Feeding the Beast
re:#29: "I have a trap, yes, been setting it for the last two days but keep catching ferals that are already fixed. Kathy, the FCC volunteer, provided me with one of hers. :)" We did this too, for a while, in the community garden down the street. Managed to get care to several semi-ferals, when we weren't catching baby and momma possums instead--they LOVE that mackerel bait, too. Anyway, what they do is sedate the cats, get them medical care and grooming, and fix them if necessary, then rerelease them. One little white-coated fellow had to finally be put down, due to cancer of the ear. I wish folk with light-furred cats would understand that this is a real problem, and that these guys need to be indoor cats. Oh, Ms. G, just to get out of the way this whole annoying question of when I sleep (when I can, of course), and why I'm online so much--I'm a semi-invalid right now due to health issues, and online chat is my way of participating, as I haven't been able to get out much with friends and family. My life is pretty much on the phone and the 'puter.— November 15, 2009 7:33 p.m.
Loosening Family Ties
Let me be succinct, for a change, aquimary: Kindly F OFF.— November 15, 2009 7:16 p.m.
Basically Little Dinosaurs
re: #10: You know, forming the "t-bone" shape with one's hands while talking. It cues us that cheap TV hosts are demonstrating a reasonable point. What happened there between 8 and 10, hmm? Way to ratpresent out, Cuddle! ;)— November 15, 2009 9:26 a.m.
A Fear of Cold and Dark
Ahh, poor baby. You need to go to the doctor, SurfPuppy! They might want to give you Tamiflu, do some cultures, maybe even some IV fluids, if you are really dehydrated. You really should go.— November 15, 2009 9:13 a.m.
Whose Walk Anyway?
I can't decide whether or not this is spam for St. Tropez. Either way, it is cute, and doggie picked the right place--they are very Frawwnshche at St. Tropez, from the land of dogs invited to table ;)— November 15, 2009 9:10 a.m.
Feeding the Beast
PS: I love that you volunteer for the animals, MsGrant! Question for MsG and AG: What do you think about volunteering at a shelter, and having a cat with a compromised immune system (has the incurable, but not always expressed feline upper respiratory virus)? Some shelter volunteers tell me they would not have cats of their own and volunteer--this group including a vet--but then others have claimed there is not much danger in bringing anything communicable home to our feline riends...— November 15, 2009 8:43 a.m.
Feeding the Beast
refried mused: "He seems happy. What could be better than selling ice cream?! [...] Selling ice cream could be anything. What it isn't, is beating one's head against the wall in order to make ends meet. What it could be is a euphanism for that which brings us happiness." Sorry, gringo, totally inappropriate-- but I couldn't resist! One of my all-time favorite flavors of poem ;) The Emperor of Ice-Cream Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Take from the dresser of deal, Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet On which she embroidered fantails once And spread it so as to cover her face. If her horny feet protrude, they come To show how cold she is, and dumb. Let the lamp affix its beam. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. -Wallace Stevens— November 15, 2009 8:28 a.m.
Feeding the Beast
re: #9: "I kept getting the nagging feeling Thoreau was doing this less for the reader's benefit and more to make his non-conformity an experiment to offset his inability to hold a job." I think you are right about this being partly Thoreau's motivation. As I recall, he was really inspired by his mentor's (Emerson's) enthusiasm for nature, and Emerson kept pushing him to make a sort of experiment of himself philosophically--Emerson was himself a true voyeur and unabashed, hyperbolic armchair philosopher. You had no choice but to isolate somewhere in 'nature'if you didn't have the funds to properly flit around with the seasons. So many of these guys were shabby but upright in posture--they always had the dignity of being artists, writers, thinkers--somewhat redeeming to the more monied classes--along with the 'noble savage' figure that was all the rage--Rousseau tried to make himself over in this fashion, and of course Wordsworth had his "leach gatherer" ;) re: #13: Speaking of noble savages, what kind of idea did you have for our animal friends, AG?— November 15, 2009 8:18 a.m.
Basically Little Dinosaurs
It's been one of *those* nights. Actually, all I did was click on craigslist Dubai, and then on what looked like big ticket items. For one of these, I want a really cool No-Prize! ;)— November 15, 2009 6:55 a.m.