Great Galloping GOO

[kyburg]

Jim's home sick. Yes, it looks suspiciously like silverkun's 'allergy/smog reaction' he had while he was here - add that one to the list.

Uh oh. Haunt is Thursday. THIS Thursday.

Not going to make it. I can tell you that now.

But...I was going to get DL passes for nytshaed - and bring them to the Haunt. Now, no Haunt - how am I going to get them to her?

AUGH. FSK!

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The dog refused to eat this morning. She's begun a hunger strike. She wants The Boy back. You know, the 11-year old who dragged her into mud puddles and then into the shower with him? That boy. I've had a nice little talk with her about little boys who don't live with us, but brought her in (and watched the kitties with a weather eye) - and low and behold, she ate all the cat food.

Faker.

But I also went home at lunch and brought her back in for some pack time with me while I ate my lunch. *sigh* She's lonely. Okay.

The kitties were very interested, but didn't freak out. The kitten actually thought Spice's wagging tail most interesting and began batting at it.

However, that puts 4 cats and 1 dog in close proximity to each other, and I begin to feel like the center of a thunder herd.

But - the dog needs to eat. And, stuff.

Hmm. The guys at work are talking about motorcycles and planes for evacuation - well, at least the plane idea I came up with on my own. But the motorcycle idea defintiely has some merit....

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[riverheart.livejournal.com]

However, that puts 4 cats and 1 dog in close proximity to each other, and I begin to feel like the center of a thunder herd.

Hee! I know the feeling very well indeed. Of course, I've gotten there by choice; I didn't *have* to adopt all these cats and all these dogs, I suppose. But many of them sort of adopted *me*, you see...

Bitty girl has been my dog and nobody else's since she was born. I didn't have much choice, as she made it abundantly clear that she was MY dog, period. Bonehead and I hit it off right away when Deb offered him to me. Raven chose us when she was four weeks old. Tom and Huck curled up on us and went to sleep when we saw them at the shelter.

So I didn't do it! They did! :-)

(And I wouldn't have it any other way.)

[supiluliumas.livejournal.com]

Doing some list maintenance; please take me off your Livejournal friend list as soon as possible. Thanks.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

*thinks*

I understand you doing maintenance on your own journal; but coming over here and telling me who to keep and who to drop?

Hell-LO. I think we already had this discussion. I'm keeping the door open for now.

[supiluliumas.livejournal.com]

I don't recall ever discussing anything with you; I don't recall ever seriously engaging you at any level. I don't know who you are or anything about you at all.

I looked up a certain minor possibly dramatic moment last year in which I made comments in your journal, but in retrospect they were somewhat rude, and I apologize for that, for what it's worth.

However I'm not convinced that politeness and civility in this case is not the best way to handle things. I can simply give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you don't just add people indiscriminately, however, your interest in my journal is not desirable at this time. However you've made it clear how you feel, and I understand. Should you persist, I will just ask politely again.

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

My, you're impatient. Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner - yesterday, I barely had time to put myself to bed before midnight.

You're one of the oldest members of my friends list. Betcha didn't know that.

I could try to explain the interest, but I think theferrett put it better - I'm still looking at reflections of my own puckered asshole whenever I fight with someone - I quote him often. And I envy his daily word count.

I am of the firm belief there's more in common than not here. And the fact that I just won't do what you want infuriates you so makes it all the more urgent. You've stumbled across my stubborn streak, poor you. Some days, all you can be is a learning experience to others. Well, so be it.

As far as being rude? You were the one who called me a racist, bubbie. I've been a lady and not rubbed your nose in it.

Door is being left open. Build some filters if you really think leaving me out of your posts is that damn important. I want you to see my stuff, if you wish to add me back.

Yes, I like you. Deal.

[supiluliumas.livejournal.com]

My, you're impatient.

I was busy. Trip.

You're one of the oldest members of my friends list. Betcha didn't know that.

Sheer morbidity is compelling me to illustrate for you my side of the equation: perfect stranger adds me for no reason years ago. Starts leaving incomprehensible, inscrutable and unnecessary comments. Does this for a month or so and then asks for a Delta buddy pass. Even then I'm prepared to extend the benefit of the doubt, so I ask who this person is, I get no reply. Bizarre comments continue intermittently for a year or two, which for the most part I ignore. I do a mass-adding one day and I finally read said person's journal, I don't like what I see, particularly when you have your call to arms against some poor woman trying to deal with her feelings who's son is off in Iraq. I go nuts, get on a high horse of my own, that sucks. Eh. I don't particularly like you and I find your journal obnoxious, and for whatever reason I ask you to go. That doesn't happen. So I just ban you. The end. ... Except for this comment! I guess I can't just leave well enough alone. Okay, after this comment.

I'm still looking at reflections of my own puckered asshole whenever I fight with someone.

This thought has occurred to me once or twice, yes.

And the fact that I just won't do what you want infuriates you so makes it all the more urgent. You've stumbled across my stubborn streak, poor you.

I hardly see how it's urgent. You've made your position clear, and there's nothing I can do or give you to make you do otherwise, so, that's that. The end. I'm not interested in turning my LJ into some kind of moral crusade. But! Like I said, I can learn at least learn to live with people who are.

As far as being rude? You were the one who called me a racist, bubbie. I've been a lady and not rubbed your nose in it.

I apologized for being rude, yes. But you haven't rubbed my nose in anything, because I didn't refer to you as a racist, I merely was attempting to logically illustrate a point about the naivete of trusting the justice system.

Door is being left open.

You have an awfully high opinion of yourself.

Yes, I like you. Deal.

When you do finally remove me, I'm not going to notice.