October 23, 2003
Straight White Guy moved!...
Apparently, just as I was lamenting the fact that Eric was on Blogsnot, thereby rendering my newfound superpower trackbacking abilities null and void...he moved.
Cripes, I wish everything would be fixed so farkin' easy!! Anyhow, he's here now...Yay!! Not only does he have that 'fishin' ain't so bad' thing, he's also got some jokes...real, head-beatin-on-the-computer-desk groaners...I love 'em! Go visit...he's a good 'un.Posted by: Stevie at 09:26 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
'Snow' is a four-lettered word...(with an Update!)
A foul, filthy, disgusting, horrible, depressing, morale murderin mothafucker of a word.
I HATE snow. There was a time in my life when I didn't. I'd see that gray, pregnant lookin' sky and be filled with joy (was I NUTS?!?) at the idea of it all. No school, riding my horse through it, snowballs lobbed at Dad, sledding, ice skating, getting freezing ass cold (YES! I was nuts...) and coming in for some of Dad's hot chocolate. Then...I obtained my drivers license. Thus began my nearly-pathological hatred of the (stupid, cold, slippery, dangerous, retarded) stuff. Oh sure...I was enchanted with the 'warp-speed' effect of driving into snow with the highbeams on. My first few INTENTIONAL doughnuts were fun. I even thought it was funny last year when me, Big Eric, and Eric Jr. all got into my Firebird and went to get a Christmas tree. We stuffed the stupid thing into the car, thru the hatch, trunk first and came home with me driving (shhh!), Big Eric keeping the trunk of the tree offa the shifter and Eric Jr pressed up against one side of the back seat with about 9 branches stuffed into all his left-hand side orifices. What I hate about it is everything else. No traction, steep hills, idiots in other cars, super-idiots in SUV's and the biggest assnuggets of them all-Dickheads with 4-wheel drives who think it makes some kinda difference. They fly all up and down the roads as if having 4-wheel drive magically makes the road surface dry and empty of any other cars. Jerkwads. Nothing warms the snow-hating, frozen cockels of my heart like seeing a 4-wheel drive vehicle in a ditch. Especially when I get to witness "Mr. Andretti" walking up the road about a mile later. HAH! TURD!!! Snow is not fun anymore. It's cold. It's heavy. It's wet. It's hard to walk through. Especially when you're carrying 5-gallon buckets of water to your billygoat who has to stay a 1/4 of a mile away because Bill (the one who peeses me off) thinks he smells bad. (Yo! Bill!? Smelled ya ownself lately? Might just be YOU!!) It's even more fun to do that while struggling and kicking your way through snow drifts that are waist-deep...no lie. Now, add two or more frickin' retarded dogs running around you in circles and ya get into the real fun... Not to even mention the fact that when that shit starts around here it has no earthly idea when to knock it ta FUCK off. It's starts (TODAY?!?!?) in November-at the latest and, for both of the years I've been here, makes me wonder if it's gonna (fuckin') STOP before my birthday. (April 30th) I used to be good friends with this one chick who is NEVER allowed to say that nasty four-lettered word in my presence ever again in this, or any other lifetime. When SHE said that dreaded word, it usually started to within about 15 minutes and kept going for weeks. Til the end of time itself, if she ever does say that word around me again, she dies. Anybody else just gets a beating. Unless you're dumb enough to actually be SMILING about it when you decide to play at suicide by telling me about it. Then, you get a SEVERE, PUBLIC beating. I fuckin' hate snow. It is also my considered opinion that there is something sadly WRONG with people who get panty-puddles and pop woodies over it. They're just....sick. Sad. Twisted....bent. I mean, hell yeah...I'm bent, but those people are more bent than an assload of pretzels. And, yes, I know about the whole laying naked in front of a fire thing, but, Jeez, man, you can do that shit in the summertime. All's ya gotta do is turned up the air-conditioner ALL THE WAY, get naked and plug in the electric fireplace with that little circle of plastic with the flame-pattern on it and have at it. You get the 'chill in the air' effect from the A.C., you're naked, and you get to have the effect of a fire without the work, smoke, soot and occasional hot ember leapin' out onto yer bare ass. Snow also puts a damper on using deerstands for what I am convinced God really made 'em for...(thinkaboutit...) All in all...snow sucks and doesn't ever swallow. Even worse...if snow was a blowjob, all you'd get was blowed on with blasts of artic air, thereby causing crippling, possibly permanant SHRINKAGE, which is why everybody should hate it. Right?NEW!-After a quick search, I found what I wanted to end this 'anti-snow' post with. A song, from Drew Carey, whom, btw, I absolutely ADORE!! He's is so friggin' cute! And, Oh My God, when he dances!!! I'm glued!! I love watching this dude dance. He is totally SEXY!!! Anyway...Mr. Carey's parody (*To be sung to the tune of "Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland") (mememememe. No, I'm not calling Mimi...I'm clearing my throat.) "Horns honk, are ya listenin'?
Across three lanes, I'm a spinnin'.
I caused a big fuss
When I sideswiped a bus,
Drivin' in a winter wonderland. By tomorrow they will file a lawsuit.
I'll be hearin' from the lawyer Brown..." Now do ya's believe me?
This, on toppa shrinkage.
Think about it....
And, help me get this crap OUTLAWED!
(Or at least looked down on...)
Posted by: Stevie at 08:40 PM | Comments (42) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Fishin' ain't so bad....
I laughed my animal lovin' ASS off! (For the record, I'm goin' for a triple-bogey, or some damn thing here, 'cause not only did I link SWG and the movie-thing, I'm also gonna attempt one of my newly patended 'I'm not sure how, but I'm getting it done' trackbacks...) No, I ain't either....He's on BLOGSNOT!!! That's one thing I did already know about trackback and linking-that ya can't link to individual posts on Blogsnot, for reasons which are well-known to them. (I'm not sure what that means, I just felt like quoting my mother's personal 'Mommie Training Video'-"Mommie Dearest". I do like that stupid thing, btw...)Posted by: Stevie at 07:54 PM | Comments (46) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Thank you BILL!!!
As much as one 'Bill' makes me insane, the best Bill was my 3500th visitor!
YAY BILL!!! (I can't believe I hit 3500...wow.) I also thank every single one of the other 3499 of you, too! (Trying yet another 'trackback' thing here. However, this time, I don't have any URL's except for the blog's...If I put that in the "Other's" box, will it work? We shall see, I guess...)Posted by: Stevie at 04:25 PM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
All righty then...
I think I know the answer to one of my earlier questions: How do you know who wants to be pinged? From what I understand, pinging is a way to let somebody know they inspired a post on your part, so that would be considered a compliment, right? That would mean nobody should mind being pinged. Theoretically speaking...
I do, however, have two other questions, one of which I'm almost skeered to ask... How many aspirin are normally required to be able to comprehend how to link individual posts? Where do ya find those URL's? And... How do ya do that 'strike out the words' thing where you can still see what was written underneath the line through it? (Lord, please let even one person know what in the hell that means...lol.) Okay...I'm gonna go play with pinging for a while...Let's see what size ping storm I can kick up...maybe. (Oh, I will do it...soon. Promise.) I also still have that other list of stuff I keep meaning to do... No matter what, I am a happy camper 'cuz *skipping and singing* "I did a trackback, I did a trackback...la la la la la la..." :-}Posted by: Stevie at 03:45 AM | Comments (53) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, Munuviana...
Hopefully, this will be pinging that post...or whatever. I just hope it pings at all. Do I care what? Nah...
Here we go.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:15 AM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Excellent!!!
It seems to have worked. I've tried trackback-ing to Paul twice and both of them showed up at his site. I don't remember how I did it the first time, except I know I didn't have a regular link to Paul within the post. But, I sure as hell do and will remember how I did it the second time...Cool.
This time, I saw it ping him...
'Yay!'( a la that helmet-wearing puppet on Crank Yankers.)
Posted by: Stevie at 03:07 AM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hey Paul....
I'm trying this trackback stuff again....Let's see what happens now...
I did a regular link to you here in the post and cut & pasted the other URL in the "URL's to ping" box at the bottom here...Posted by: Stevie at 03:00 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh, yeah, Baby...
I'm cookin' with gas now, uh-huh.
Since I've sat back down here, I have managed, quite easily, I might add, to turn my cursor into a cows head.I'm not even sure where the opportunity to do this came from, but there it is, in one of those bars up there, right next to the 'smiley central' button-Cursor Mania. It gives you about 200 things you can turn your cursor into, so for my first choice, I went with the cow head. Now, if only a button labelled "instant trackbacking to each site you want with you having to worry about it" would just show up...
Posted by: Stevie at 01:51 AM | Comments (49) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 22, 2003
Qvestion...(yes with an accent)
There's a form at Blogrolling called a pinging form. Should I fill that out? It's got one for single URL's and another for two URL's and some shit about the URL of the URL to publish, which made my left eye start to twitch.
So...do I fill out that first one? And, since it doesn't bother to mention it there, is it good for the rest of forever or do I have to do that everytime I post?
Okay. Went back into Weblog config/prefs and the 'Auto-discovery' thing is checked. That means it's on, right?
Also found some cool shit about trackback-like it can be used to 'aggregate the comments you make elsewhere' but, 'it requires installing the stand-alone trackback program to your server', which totally lost me. Oops...Eric just radio-ed and asked if I can help him milk again. Okay. At least that way, if I get pooped on, it'll be by a cow instead of a computer for a while...lol. That's cool, anyway. I need to give the 'trackback info' in my head a chance to sort itself and settle down, anyway. Sometimes, when I'm not thinkin' about a particular thing, a solution will whap me between the eyes with the proverbial frying pan. That's how it happened with the linking. Just about the time everybody was probably about ready to write me off as a total 'tard, it just happened. It all fell into place and made sense. If I'm not mistaken, I believe I was at the store when that lightening bolt hit.
So, I'll go pull a few tits and see if this falls into place. If it does, y'all will probably feel the 'thud' from it.
I shall return...
Posted by: Stevie at 03:55 PM | Comments (45) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Huh?
Well, it doesn't say 'Page cannot be displayed' anymore.
Now what does it want? Later....You know...this is pretty much why I've not asked Pixy to help me get my picture and that POW image on here. This is, however, one HELL of an improvement over trying to do 'comments' over on Blogsnot all by myself. THAT was maddening.
I just cannot stand the thought of being responsible for Pixy throwing either himself or his computer right out a window....lol. And, I know if I can't 'ping', I ain't gunna be able to 'embed'....Hell, I shouldn't even be allowed into the templates...
But-again-this is the only problem I'm having...I think. And, I got to find out that I have a 'distinctive voice' and I like that. (Thanks, Susie!) She knew who I was even though I forgot to enter my info when I commented over there. (D'oh! I'm regressing! God.) Okay...now...if I enter everybody's URL in that box marked 'Others', will it ping everybody for every post? I'm assuming that could be annoying for everybody to get pinged everytime I post...And, before I forget-how do you know who wants to be pinged? If putting all the URL's in that box will ping everybody alla time, I'll just hafta get this 'individual pinging' stuff down correctly. (Well, actually, I will anyway...I love learnin' stuff, I just don't like feeling dumber than a box of hammers in the process.) Tough, right? (lol) Well, as far as I know, I'll be here, trying things for a while. So, if you do happen to get pinged, or ponged, or deleted or something, it was probably me. Sorry-in advance. And awaa-aay I go...gallop, gallop, trip...splat.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:00 PM | Comments (46) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Trying again...
Hope this works...
This is supposed to be a re-ping, or whatever, to Munuviana...I did a link this time, and put the trackback URL in the link window instead of at the bottom of this posting page.Wonder if I should put it in both places? Oh, well...we'll see. (pleasepleaseplease let this work...)
Update 12 and a half seconds later- I HATE THIS. That stupid link goes to 'Page cannot be displayed"...
I am now pissed. I can feel that 'storm' brewing under my solar plexus that means, sooner or later, something is gonna get punched.
I have a feeling it's gonna be mostly made of glass and plastic and a will of it's own to defeat me at every turn. It's gonna look suspiciously like this computer. Or not. Eeerrrggg. I hate being made to feel stupid, which this damn thing lives to do. This is supposed to be so simple...I'll bet it's one of those things, that once ya get it, you wonder why it was so hard...right? Of course. If I don't need all this excess crap hangin' offa the bottom of my post page, I'd like to get rid of it. It doesn't seem to do much more with it than it did without it before. This time, I c&p'ed the trackback URL from Munuviana. I put it in the link window, to make a link using the trackback URL. And, it goes no where. Where am I supposed to stick the URL? In my eye? Up my nose? How about in every single empty space I see on here? At least that way, one of 'em would hafta be right... One other thing...This is alleged to be easier than just telling the author you linked them? Really? Uh-huh...sure it is. 'Kay...(begins to sob) (and laugh)(yes, at the same time)(why is this doing this to me?)(I am to pinging what Acidman is to calling Earthlink...ya try to do a simple lil' somethin' everybody else does everyday and BOOM. Blows up on me, while everybody else is just a pingin' away.)(Sigh) I'm gonna go hide in the bathroom for a few, drink a cuppa coffee and maybe EAT the cup when I'm done....lol. I detest being frustrated. Especially by inanimate objects.
So, I've either gotta get this figured out, or animate the computer so I can KILL it. I ain't decided which, yet. Damn thing. I'll be back. New update-before ya's even finished reading the first one-
Sweet Susie pointed out that I needed to get rid of one of the sets of 'http' things, so I did. Wonder what'll happen now...
Think I'm gonna click 'save', then run...But, she's got me laughing at myself, now...Thanks, Susie!
Posted by: Stevie at 02:34 PM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Let's see if this works...
Here's hopin', Paul. This is supposed to be a trackback to you...
What I did was clicked on 'Customize display of this page' on my post page. Then it gave me a place to paste the trackback code from your site. So, we'll see...Margi, any interpretation of that User Manual from Techy to English you can do would be great. In the meantime, I gotta start a pot coffee and get ready to get Eric up. Two things I am competant at....heh.
Posted by: Stevie at 04:10 AM | Comments (43) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, I've peeked around in there...
And, here's what I found. I went to Weblog configuration, into preferences. Everything was enabled (checked) except anonymous commenting and something that said "Auto-link URL's?" (Note: If html is allowed in comments, this command is ignored.) I checked it, anyway. I think html is allowed in comments, too.
It says it pings blo.gs and weblogs.com and there is a place to type in "Others"-Seperate URL's by...doing something, like hitting 'Enter'...I forget. Anyway, do individual URL's, or group URL's or both go there? And, more importantly, how do you know who wants to be pinged? Do I just add all the URL's in the blogroll? There is also something called a notification list. This asks for email addresses with URL's being 'optional', I think. What's this? Can you use it and just go by URL's? To me, emailing people just to say "I posted some more drivel" is weird. Anyhow, I don't think I did much in there. If all the MT weblog configuration pages are the same, and anyone uses it and everything works, can I just do whatever you did? Just check what you've got checked? It's not beyond the scope of my imagination to give one of you guys the password, if there is one, to get in there yourselves. You couldn't possibly do any worse than I would...My old Blogsnot archives are still fried...lol.UPDATE some 15 minutes and one 'ice-pick in my forehead-type pain' later:
Whom wrote the MT User Manual? Did they not speak English? Have mercy...I read the Trackback section and ...I think that was a mistake.
Criminy.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:45 AM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh, wonderful....
http://www.google.com/search?h...led+underpants+texas+death+row
I'm #10 on this search.Sigh. At least this time, I know why. Tiger's interview questions. And, my "I see London, I see France. I see no point in underpants" thing...lol.
In other news, Acidman is currently MIA. He posted yesterday morning, around 11:30am about going to lunch with a lady friend. Ain't heard a peep since.
This is one of the many reasons I get a little exasperated with him when he goes on so about being old. Old, my ass. In local news, somebody or something set off a skunk out in the driveway. I went out there to let one of the dogs go pee and on the first inhale, I knew exactly how those people in the Pepe LePew cartoons feel. My face just froze in this "What in the fuck?" expression....Gawd. I just hope it wasn't April who did it. If it was, she won't be comin' in for a while. Whew-eee. Odiferous lil' shits, ain't they? Oh...and, y'all ain't even gonna believe this one. Those two assnuggets did not bring Eric his shirt. They didn't bring him anything that was his, actually. They did, however, for reasons known only to them, bring him some new stuff. Coupla pairs of jeans, shirts, socks...I don't know what-all. Don't know why, exactly, either.
The goofiest thing that managed to happen while I stayed as far away as I could was, at one point, while we were all in the living room and George had just gone to the kitchen, she leaned over and stage-whispered to Eric "Who is George?" He and I looked at each other and I shot him a "Do what?" kinda look and he asked her why she wanted to know. She said "Oh, I was just wondering. He's not related to you, is he?" He told her no and she dropped it. We never did explain that whole deal. Two reasons:1. Like she doesn't already know. The BC knows and she's got a mouth like a foghorn. I'm sure she's mentioned it a time or two. 2. If she don't know...good. Ain't nunna her bidness anyhow. Fucknut.
She also kept going on (and ON) about how 'white the dogs teeth are!' and how good they smell. (They wear flea collars that make 'em smell good and they've only got about 49 lbs. of bones around here to chew on...) And, she kept holding up this one kitten who still has an upper respiratory infection we're fighting with, listening to him breath. You can hear the little turd across the fuckin' room, wheezing, but she's gotta hold him up to her ear like a PHONE. I wouldn't have been a bit surprised if she'd have starting talking into his ass. Not one bit.
She also kept going on about how different Eric looks. She kept saying how good (of) care I take of the animals and him. (Thank you. Please shut up now.) No such luck. He listened to a good hours worth of horse hooey about the BC.
I, myself, turned the radio on to the oldies station and turned up Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis and made the cookies.
We survived it and we'll survive the BC, too. But, sometimes, I get so fuckin' scared...We need a lwayer for him and I just don't see how we can do it. Of course, if we'll ever be able to, it'll be while we're here and George is, too.
It's getting ready to slow down in the remodeling biz, so George will be able to get me to work and home 'til I can get my license back-which I'm qualified to do, I just need to get a job to get it. But, I need a license to get a job. Isn't that cute? I'll get there. I have to. I'm starting to get tired of sitting on my butt so much, even though Eric loves me being here all the time and it'll take some of the pressure offa him. I still ain't sure how we're gonna afford a lawyer or get his 'arrears' paid off (which are for HER, not child support, btw...).
Sometimes, like now, I get so scared of what could happen to him that I feel sick. I want to be able to keep the worst of it off him, or just to be ready for whatever. But, how do ya do that when ya don't know when, or what or how it's gonna be? If only she'd just stop...or die. I'm not trying to be mean, it's just that dying is the only way she'll stop.
Or, if we could get out to Idaho. He keeps talking about talking to his Mom. But, again, it would help a lot to have my license for that. His is suspended in Jersey because of the back alimony shit and he can't get it here, without paying off the whole back amount-which kills my heart to even think of-which would also be the 'bail', if the worst happened. (Christ, my arms went numb at the thought...)
Sometimes, I get so scared...and I wonder if anything that I do manage to do really matters...like keeping ring bologna and smoked swiss cheese and all the other stuff like that that he likes in the house. Those baths, the other little things...what does any of that really matter when I can't do the one thing he needs done the most? I can get a job...no problem. I can keep it and make it waitressing for the money. But, there's all the back crap and a lawyers retainer, if ever we could do that. That's so HUGE. I really hate it that when I see a police car, my heart seizes for an instant. Even though I was told by the people in the Family Court over there that this type of stuff doesn't normally cross state lines, I still feel a stab when I see the cars. Anywhere.
And, for some odd reason, Joe's old lady (literally...heh) seemed surprised at the idea that Eric is going to get a divorce. She actually said "You know she's not gonna allow that." Like she can stop it...This is why I don't like these people. I don't need this shit. I beat myself up enough without them handing me more logs. The one good thing about this problem, is that it is the ONLY problem we have. Thank you, sincerely, God, for that. But, it is one HELL of a problem. And, it's all because of money. Or, more specifically, the lack thereof. Sorry to depress you guys...but, writing out that it's the only problem did make me feel a little better. And, getting all that off my chest helped, too. Maybe now, I won't want to be asleep constantly and I'll be able to actually taste my cigarettes and coffee again. Maybe I'll stop feeling like throwing up and crying all at the same time, too. Know what I did? After I did that 'fake rant' the other day about winning the lottery, I bought two scratch off tickets on Friday and I haven't scratched 'em yet. They're in the console of the Firebird and I haven't even remembered to tell Eric yet. And...now that I think of it, I remember him saying something to the fossil about us not wasting money on that kinda shit, because he knows she does alot. And, remember, she's already loaded. (Which, btw, if she cared sooo much about Eric and what the BC could possibly do, don'tcha think she'd DO something to help him instead of just starting shit all the time?) I'm gonna go bring them in and put 'em some place Eric will find 'em. It's fun to watch him do...After all that, it'd be cool if he won, too...(smiling) (I'm proud of me. I made it all the way through all of that without one tear falling. Eyes were full, yeah..but none fell. Thank you, you guys, for just being here...)
Posted by: Stevie at 02:46 AM | Comments (44) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 21, 2003
Before I go out there...
I need to know about pinging and all it's attendant trappings. I keep asking about this, then posting 40 yard-long posts and burying the questions. This time, it'll be on top for a while, while I'm milking, so here goes:
I know how to do links, finally (Yay, me...). But, when it comes to the people I've linked knowing I've linked them, I'm clueless. I think I know the Munuvian blogs are pinged automatically. (I hope that's right...if not, then I know NOTHING.) Anyway, how do I 'ping' other blogs? What is a 'ping', anyway? Can I set it up so that linked blogs get pinged automatically somehow? Do I just tell the writers of said blogs, or wha'?And...what are 'trackbacks' and how do they work? I'm not doing the links for any particular reason, except I like the person or they've got something really cool I think you might wanna see, so I never really found out much about it, except how to do it. Now, I'm coming to understand about 'rankings' and how links help them and all that stuff, so I guess I'd better find out about the rest of it. I tried linking to BlogoSFERICS one time and Kevin wrote me back an email about something to do with a 'trackback URL', something-or-another and I got instant pin-prick hemorrhages (sp?) in my brain and knew I needed HELP. So...any help you can give me here would be greatly appreciated. Be as remedial as you can. There is no way to 'dumb-it-down' too much. I mean, I can get the computer to turn on, I can type and I can do links. That's about the sum-total of my computer 'skilz'. So, if this stuff is in the least bit complicated, please never let the vision of blonde hair and large-ish boobs leave your mind. Yes, cling tightly to the 'airhead' image. Thank you. (My favorite Sargeant ever to dispatch for used to call me Sarah, after the blonde daughter on that show....Ted Knight was the Dad and drew the 'Cosmic Cow' cartoon, Debra Van Valkenburg was the 'smart' daughter and Jm. J. Bullock played that stooge...can't remember his character's name or the name of the show...damn, and I know it, too. Anyway...Sarah, the busty, blonde airhead...that's me.)
(One other thing...my comments are emailed to me automatically, but if you'd rather email this stuff directly...it's 'srv200163 at Yahoo dot com'...)
Posted by: Stevie at 04:16 PM | Comments (53) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
About last night....
Was a pretty cool movie, but not what I'm about to talk about.
Last night, I had a list of crap I was thinking about doing. I did do some more of the wash, but when I got into my old Harley boot boxes (the best keepsake boxes EVER with that eagle and all), I wound up just going through them and watching 'Roseanne' and 'All in the Family' and such on Nick at Nite. My bad.But, it was fun...
Anyhow, I'm gonna help Eric milk again. (Pray for me in case the obstuctionist peckerhead shows up, please. I'd feel kinda bad if I actually did whack him one...I think.)
After that...I'll get one thing or another posted. We can all be surprised at which one, since I don't know either...kay? Cool.
Posted by: Stevie at 03:37 PM | Comments (47) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Kellogg's wrote back...
And said 'Thanks for the cute story...' and reccomended I get the cow a talent agent....!!!!
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Posted by: Stevie at 03:30 PM | Comments (51) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
October 20, 2003
Speaking of animals eating...
Which I was, in my previous post...
What the hell is UP with the way people feed their dogs? I worked at a kennel for a while and saw this odd behavior before, but I put it out of my mind until the other day when I was cleaning. I finally unpacked the rest of Daisy's stuff and inside of a large container of food, were these two tiny cups. And, it reminded me. I lifted one out, looked at Daisy, who was watching me and asked her "THIS is all you got? THIS?" She just sat there, panting, looking at me. I just shook my head and went on cleaning.The container that I can only guess was used to scoop out food was TINY. I could hold more dog food in my hand, fer Christsake. Why do people do this shit? They feed the dog 7 kernels of food at a time, 26 times a day. What the FUCK? Some other people put weird shit in it like cooked carrots, vegetable oil (that one I understand, at least) and all other manner of crap. I swear, they put more thought, time and effort into feeding a dog than they could possibly put into dinner every day. It's fuckin' insane. Now, I love animals. Any and all of 'em and if I ever had to choose between feeding myself, or them, it's them. I don't just throw down any 'ol shit for my dogs, but, damn, people... I do it my Pop-pop's way. Plenty of fresh water all the time and a calfbucket full of dry food 24/7. Even my outside dog, but not a whole bucket. I just want to make sure they've got food whenever they get hungry, I don't try to regulate their hunger. I've got three dogs in here and they all share the bucket of food. I fill it about once a day, maybe fill-it-and-a-half, and everybody is fine with it and fit as fiddles. Jesus, if I tried that retarded '7-pieces-of-food-at-a-time' shit, I'd be here a year everyday. (Well, that ain't no dumber than feeding dogs like that and besides...y'all know what I mean.)
My cats also have 24/7 access to their food. And, they still kill mice and spiders and the occasional bird. So, why do people DO that?
(And, people call ANIMALS neurotic...)
Posted by: Stevie at 07:08 PM | Comments (50) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I wrote to Kellogg's....
About a cow. We've got this silly-assed cow here, we call Annabelle. She acts like a huge puppy, following you around, demanding attention, always wantin' her big butt scratched, lickin' ya and all kindsa shit.
She'll also kill you for a PopTart. When she hears the package being torn open, she's 'rightthere'...she's backed Eric into corners to get her PopTart....and half of his. She likes ANY fruit flavored ones. It occured to me to let them know about her. Think about it. Most people eat PopTarts for breakfast with a glass of milk, right? And, here's yer basic milk unit who loves 'em. Gotta be a commercial in there some where. They could give the Chick-Fil-A people a run for the money, I also pointed out. We shall see.Posted by: Stevie at 06:37 PM | Comments (48) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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