She makes this sound like a bad thing. What’s a government for if not to make gobs of money off our vices?

Can I steal this for a sig? I about fell out of my chair laughing…this so describes my father.

http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/flagbush.htm
http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=53r19c&s=3

What a moran.

that’s actually a very nifty visual explanation of how these newfangled “digital” (class D) audio power amps work.

besides just being cool as hell.

can i get further off topic?

Cat people? Ugh.

I’m not convinced cat haters can even be considered human. I mean, it’s not brussels sprouts we’re talking about here. It’s not a matter of taste.

Too many coyotes around here, therefore any outdoor cats are only temporary. A pack was about 50 feet from the house howling up a storm last night; the look on the housecat’s face was quite amusing at the time.

Is that Extra Virgin Ass Oil?

Boots is ruled by his stomach. I’m sure he means to leave us whole offerings, but he just can’t help himself. I only wish it were decapitation – sometimes there’s some spine poking out from the pelvis and sometimes there isn’t.

These days, she just leaves all of them whole.

Maybe it’s just that chipmunks are rare in my neck of the not-woods. I know that they can be cheeky buggers with no fear, but those little fuckers accelerate like a Drudge Braking Story.

One of our cats leaves us gifts too, but only after he’s eaten the top half.

Really? Eartha Catt catches lots of them – at least 5 to date.

Fortunately, she catches more rats and mice than anything else. I’ve figured her rodent to bird kill ratio is something like 6 to 1. She leaves a carcass on one of the porches at least once every couple of weeks. And unlike other cats I’ve had, she doesn’t “announce” the kill – she just leaves it there until I find it, at which point I have to make a fuss over what a good job she did. Worst thing yet…I went out to sit on the back porch a couple of months ago, glanced over and saw a dark puddle in the corner…then noticed a bright green tail draped in it. Apparently she had dragged a green snake up onto the porch; in its attempts to escape, it had crawled about 6 inches up the wall and worked its head into a groove in the siding where it meets in the corner, and somehow worked its head behind the siding. I’m imagining how that went down…as it tried to escape, she bit it over and over, which of course made it twitch, making her bite it more…it was quite dead by the time I found it, but I was unable to pull it from the wall thanks to it having worked its way behind the siding. I ended up having to cut it off and leave its head and however much of its body in the wall. Ugh.

Anne Laurie, when kitty brings you a kill, it’s because you are family and they want to show you they’re doing their part…seriously. Which I’m sure is why kitty cut you dead after you discarded the trophy. I have to discard them too, but I always fuss over Eartha before I do it so she knows how much I appreciate the job she’s doing. My neighbors love her, BTW…even though she’s skittish and won’t let any of them get near her, she keeps the rodent population down for all of us. She even left a rat on the next door neighbor’s porch. Linda appreciated it but said she couldn’t figure out why she left it there. I said, well, you feed her when I’m not home. She won’t let Linda touch her, hides whenever she comes over to feed her…but she knows who’s looking after her when I’m not here and returns the favor.

And here I was thinking that he was as macabre as he could have been.

The Dragon-Crown comes off for Demon Kishkan. I’ve known cats he have downed mice, squirrels, birds of all sorts including pigeons – i’ve seen a housecat force a familt of four raccoons in a tree by sheer cussedness alone. I have never known anything capable of catching a chipmunk.

Did I mention that John McCain was a POW?