I really hope HansiG’s days on this site are numbered. When is the ignore function returning? (it’s not gone for good, is it?!)

Dat?

Possessed said:

Dat?

I think he means dis: http://originaltrilogy.com/user/Dat_SW_Guy/id/24492

Ah, then yes.

It’s suddenly summer again so I was able to cut the grass at the front. The cat crap problem continues to vex me. It can’t be the same cat, unless it’s immortal. Now I’m bunged up with pollen. On the plus side I saw a magnificent bug. Sort red cricket thing. I’ve never seen its like before, not on this planet, wish I had my camera to hand. The bees sang to me. I love them, bees.

Cat crap is the bane of the garden. My mum once saw an up-the-road-neighbour walk down the street and lean over her neighbour’s fence, and drop the poor creature on the garden to do its business! It was actually being taught to crap in another garden!

If they’d done that to me I’d be so angry I’d have bagged it all up and posted it through their letterbox (or at least, I’d have left it on their doorstep with a note).

Mark’s Down On Your Syntax said:

Cat crap is the bane of the garden.

How does it make you feel about Toy Story 2 and 3?

Cat crap (and piss) is awful even if you aren’t a gardener.

I love cats, but genetically modifying them to have less caustic waste is something I’d certainly like to see happen.

Your hate has made you powerful …

[JEDIT]

While I’m here, I may as well bring up the fact that I still hate that I can’t underline words. Hopefully a near-future software update will reinstate that option.

A very good friend of mine is currently in the intensive care unit of a hospital in India. I’ve just been talking to his wife his brother in law, one of his children and a very close mutual friend in the Czech republic, to let him know.

He had a heart attack and it’s touch and go. I talked to him before he left and he sounded really depressed and suicidal. Hopefully if he pulls through it will the sort of life changing event that will restore his life but we have 24hrs to find out.

What a morning.

I’ve known him since I was 17. He came over from India and we did our foundation art course together. The girls on the course couldn’t pronounce his name so the called him Baloo (after the Jungle Book character). Baloo is also Hindi for Bear and he wasn’t familiar enough with the Kipling story to make the connection and thought it was incredible that all these girls were calling him Bear in Hindi.
The first week we were there it snowed and he hadn’t seen snow before so he just spent the whole time in utter amazement. One day we were parked in a car when a lady friend of mine and her mum saw me in a car and came over to talk to me. When we drove off he was asking me who she was and she was asking her mum who that guy was driving me around. It wasn’t long before he was going to Russia where she worked and then they got married and had two lovely kids. Then her brother (also my friend) met my Indian friend’s sister and fell in love and got married and currently have six kids so I’m this honorary third parent to eight children.
I’ve spent the whole day with this really nasty knot in my stomach. Not knowing what’s going to happen to him and all these connected people.
Thanks for the good wishes.

Can I bitch about the return of Scheizegurke?

I wish we could send trolls to jail.

I wish we could send trolls under the bridge. Then Anthony Kiedis could drown them all in the scummy, dirty water that flows underneath.

I don’t. Trolls are usually people who need help of some sort. They need a therapist or some friends, maybe, but not jail.