katt_goddess

^ I housekeeping. Someone else moved it. I was fine with people arguing about the pros and cons of Macs vs PCs on the open read board. To topic, I don't really have any super issues with either. I learned on the ancient MacIntosh with the floppy discs [ passed a computer class by basically coding a lock on my disc that the teacher wasn't able to get past to make sure I was actually doing the work ] . I remember the whole 'blueberry' thing. They were good for internet things and typing up reports for classes. I prefer PCs currently because I'm used to them and they are usually much cheaper than anything bearing fruit. I have some variation of Windows 10 going and other than it being a little bitch about downloads on occasion [ and a recent download that borked the sleep mode so bad I had to disable the quick start program ] , it does what I want it to do.

You also know too much. *bans you

*banned for dad joke >.< *and will probably use that at work tomorrow in between announcing karen sightings with 'crikey' .

Because the dating app for cats is Yowlr.

You know too much. *bans you

@Belle Duckphine

9 in ladies, 7 in mens. Like a Hobbit sans the fur.

I actually have this. I'm...not allowed to bring it to work anymore. <.< >.>

Also @oolpmahC-iarumaS I think I would blast through this book in 5 hours flat if I just allowed myself to fall directly into it. It's why I keep putting it back down. If I wait until tomorrow after work, I might be able to pace myself enough to have some leftovers for Sunday. Plus I'm slated to go and get a walkthrough for a kitten-sitting gig in a couple of hours and don't want to be interrupted.

Invalid comparison. Andes Mints aren't cookies. Also, you are still young in the ways of the Force. This has no effect on me! BWHAHAHA! THIN MINTS!

How about, you can't really gauge how far you've gotten in a book if it's on audio. The movement of whatever is being used as a bookmark [ dog-earring is for savages ] is a visual account of accomplishment. 'Track 6' tells my ass nothing other than I've apparently been coddled for 5 prior tracks. Finishing a physical book means 348 pages of fun processed. She says as she keeps picking up and putting down 'Peace Talks' because she knows that if she starts it, it will be devoured completely by tomorrow. It still has fresh box smell and everything.

Trash cookie. You can already see the hole where I punched it. THIN MINTS 5VER!

Bullshit. They are going to be those disgusting coconut covered abortions that used to be called 'Samoas' . Trash cookie.

Physical books were a precious thing growing up because books were frivolous wastes of money. And they were one of the few things that I could rely on as being 'mine' even if only as temporary borrows through the book-mobile because I was the only one interested in reading. I was already reading before I went to kindergarten and would spend any time that wasn't my table's time at the sand box [ because the sand box was AWESOME, fight me ] sitting in the farthest corner carefully reading through all the hardcover kids books that were back there that no one else cared for. The sensory aspects of a physical book are a touchstone to a wealth of things for the individual reader.

I remember an argument that touches on this from years ago. The argument was that reading manga shouldn't count as reading a book because it's mostly pictures - it should only count as reading if you are a little kid. My counter was that if that's the case than audio books shouldn't count as reading a book because it's being verbally handed to you - it should only count as reading if you are blind. The person who brought up manga was a big believer in audio books. The real answer is whatever floats your boat in all honestly. I can see audio books being a thing if you have long commutes. I can't really see them as being 'reading' if you are running around doing other things though. Reading takes actual focus. It's an action in and of itself. Leave the tv on if you need mindless background noise. To read is to do. For myself, I need the physical that is 'book' to really get my read on. The weight of the book, the sound of the pages turning, the steady progression of where the bookmark is at every unfortunate stopping point, even the smell all contribute to the joy that is reading. Yes, I stopped at B&N on the way home from work today. ... Shut up.

And I would totally take them in and spoil them rotten. But my current monster sand-flinger would eat them because she does not play nice with other kitties. Which sucks because I did want to get a second kitty to keep her company while I'm at work but the introduction did not go well at all and I still have the scar to prove it. >.<

It looks like a torture droid that would hide under your bed on the Death Star waiting for you to try putting on a slipper.

This is the kitten version of 'mommy fetch' where something gets tossed and mommy has to pick it up. In this case you get to fetch the sands that get flung everywhere. This is also why the box here has a cover over it. I don't have to deal with any major turd-nados that way. Just little sands from her freakish prehensile toes.

The cordless has a built in answering machine in the charger base, ya doofus. I think it's the factory MAC-voice that it came with since it's mainly a spam catcher and most people calling random numbers for whatever reason don't like robo-answering messages. Funny enough stories though. Story one - I had the cassette version in college and would change the message about once a week to something completely mental. A few of the things were - 'Funky Towel' from 'Joe's Apartment' , a soundbyte from the classic Batman series where he mentions Robin and the first thrusts of manhood, and assortments of upcoming seminars being offered including underwater basket weaving, creative leg-hair braiding, and milking spiders for fun and profit. It got to the point where one of the local morning shows would call just to get the answering machine. Story two - My previous kitty learned how to operate that answering machine. She would see the light blinking and play the message. All roommates had to be reminded to play the machine immediately when they got home from work because no light didn't mean no new messages. It usually meant the kitty had already enjoyed it. This was the same one that learned how to use the tv remote so she could watch tv whenever she wanted. When I had to get a new phone and it came with a built-in system, the old machine got donated and the kitty was pissed as hell about it because she could no longer reach the blinking lights. Summary - nothing wrong with cassette answering machines other than being bulky monsters.

Yep. I still have one. It's the number that I put on any form that requires a number. That way if someone needs to call me [ or the number gets out to some idiot robo-spam list ] it goes directly to the answering machine and not to the cell phone.

Utterly Wicked - Dorothy Morrison Star Wars vs. Star Trek - Matt Forbeck One Punch Man #20 - One Phrenology Cat : Read Your Cat's Mind! - Marlo Scrimizzi 25 to go...

In honor of their family tree, make it part of their state flag

Lane Bryant.