As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I share my home with a number of fuzzy critters. Said fuzzy critters tend shed. They also like to snuggle my laptop.
Yes, that is 50 pounds of feline piled up there. Our kitties are super-sized.
As you can imagine, my laptop has a tendency to develop some over-heating issues from time to time. So I’ve made it a habit to take it apart regularly to blow out the cat hair.
Reasonable, right? And this last time, I finished with no extra screws!
Go team Jennifer!
Except, not. You see, my poor abused laptop has seen better days. It continues to run like a champ, but the casing is all cracked and one of the screw holes is completely stripped out. The little metal doo-hickey* with the threads actually fell out. Thus, this spot can no longer hold a screw.
And yet, no extra screws. Hmm. ‘Tis a conundrum.
I guessing I lost a screw somewhere along the way**, and that empty hole has now been filled in with the should have been extra screw.
Oh well. Laptop seems to plugging away once again and running as cool as it should so hopefully I can get to some of my posting backlog. I’ve got cosplay pics to share!
*It’s a technical term
**Yes, it has been confirmed. I do, indeed, have a screw loose.
It’s about a dog, but not just about a dog.
Really, it’s about life. And how dogs wriggle their way in and out and make a house a home. They are the children that never grow up. Never decide that their parents are totally lame. Never strike out on their own. They give us their lives. Every single day. They give us every ounce of devotion and quirk. And they give us this in far too little time. We need more years than they do to express our love and devotion.
And more than that again. Buy the book. You’ll understand. That link helps support this blog.
If you aren’t convinced, go read the archives over and Brigid’s place and buy it straight from her. I’m proud to call her a friend.
Yeah, totally stealing Phlegmfatale‘s schtick, but who could possibly resist that face?
Besides, this was the divine Ms. Phlegmmy’s couch. I can prove it. Here’s Heidi chillin’ with one of the regular Sunday, Puppy Sunday Stars, the one-and-only Praline
There exists a picture of all the dogs of the house, but since I’m obviously getting “the look” from the Alpha Dog Himself, I think I best keep that one to myself.
Put on some four inch heels.
Add some wishful thinking
And then dash your own hopes by proving that the file cabinet is apparently not Jennifer proof.
Drive home in rush hour with smashed and swelling finger extended.
Because of course it would be that finger*.
Have a delicious dinner that pales in comparison to even more delightful company. Nothing better than embracing a good friend for the first time. Except maybe the gazillionth time because one can never overflow that particular cup. Share all the laughs and stories that make a tribal gathering great.
Finish the evening with a bourbon on the patio considering a jacket in July, completely forgetting to pull the evening’s pictures off of your camera. (See that link? Brigid has pictures up. Go see hers. No, I’m not really that tall. Remember the shoes?)
Open the windows to enjoy the unseasonably cool weather.
Yeah, it was a good day. I’m calling it a win.
*Didn’t break it. Just bruised it. Most of the swelling was gone by morning.
Trying a new spam blocker thing. (This one, if you’re curious. It sounded entertaining.) Please let me know if you are unable to comment. If it is working correctly, you shouldn’t notice anything. If it catches a false positive, it might generate a sarcastic auto response. If you are a real person and get one, please send me an email and let me know.
Well I appear to be back online after fighting with a plugin gone rogue. And in madly tearing out the plating in an effort to excise the demons, I borked up higher-caliber.com.
I’m a bad, bad admin. It should be back soon, but it’s completely my fault that the theme will have been lost and potentially all the pictures that had been uploaded.
I got gremlin hunting fever. There was collateral damage.
Thankfully, I was able to save the content, but take this as my public apology for making quite a mess.
ETA: It’s alive! Got them up and running again.
Oh the things that make me laugh before coffee. This was going through my head when I got up this morning and so I dropped it over at Tam’s place.
And then I thought to myself, “Hey Self! You’ve got a blog that’s kinda needing material. Ctrl-C; Ctrl-V that randomness posthaste!”
When you’re thirsty, feeling dry,
When the main’s been cut upstream, You won’t have to cry.
I’m a side by side. Oh! Enough for a bathtub.
When tap just won’t turn on.
Like a fridge full of bottled water
When the plumbing’s down
Like a fridge full of bottled water
When the plumbing’s down
(I should apologize to Simon and maybe even Garfunkel, but I’m blaming my brother. He wants me to sing the real version for his wedding. Hopefully this won’t pop out.)
And so I did. You’re welcome.
Oh yeah. I guess that happens when a place has been uninhabited for a bit. I really am still around. I’ll be back soon. Currently, all the brain cells are wrapped up in system conversion and closing a legacy system. I could talk to you at length about tcodes and layouts and variants and defects, but you really don’t care whether or not that file made it to ftp site.
And that’s okay.
I have been making some kind of attempt at kinda sorta keeping up with what’s going on outside the office.
This? I have no words. Everything is wrong with this. My prayers are with the poor child.
And this. Right. Great idea there. Let’s release some bonafide bad guys so we can get a soldier back that left on his own accord and got other soldiers killed in the process. I feel so warm and fuzzy.
Is anyone else starting to wonder if these open carry guys have been planted by Bloomberg? Hey morons, stop helping! It pains me that I have to clarify that I’m not talking about you guys that open carry handguns in holsters. Yes, TX needs open carry. Print up some eye catching t-shirts and go clean up graffiti in a park for your activism. Strap on some empty holsters while you’re at it.
And it’s National Hug Your Cat Day. Since I have three with a combined total weight of 50lbs, I’ll handle the hugging for those of you that don’t have cats or are averse the the whole bleeding profusely thing. You’re welcome.
You’d think we’d be getting tired of all the egg dishes we’ve been eggs-perimenting with. You’d be wrong.
This gives me hope for humanity. Butterfly in the sky. I can go twice as high…