Some german guy found a tub of lard from WW2 washed on a beach (idk like in Normandy or something???) by him after the hurricane Sandy hit the Atlantic coast....he ate it. Lard doesn't go bad so he's all good. Still wonder why this guy would do that but yeah what a rave! Also, I found 10 bucks walking Amigo. Also, Amigo had a bath today which is nice because for some odd reason he loves dirt and other dogs poop. Would kill him but can't be without him so bathed him again. Thought about bathing the kitty (cat name : Key)....but pass on that.
Some german guy found a tub of lard from WW2 washed on a beach (idk like in Normandy or something???) by him after the hurricane Sandy hit the Atlantic coast....he ate it. Lard doesn't go bad so he's all good. Still wonder why this guy would do that but yeah what a rave! Also, I found 10 bucks walking Amigo. Also, Amigo had a bath today which is nice because for some odd reason he loves dirt and other dogs poop. Would kill him but can't be without him so bathed him again. Thought about bathing the kitty (cat name : Key)....but pass on that.
You can get dry shampoo for cats which is safe for them to lick too. I use that sometimes on the cat (Loaf) but most of the time we just get a bucket of water and dump it on him. He just looks at you then goes and rubs up against the nearest palm tree. Couldn't care less...
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Rave: After 3 earth-revolutions, my grand-matriarch has recovered from her illness. The local healing facility has seen fit to allow her to return to our base of operations.
During the three earth-revolutions, I was unexpectedly thrust into a role of finance limiter, activity manager and running-person, as I handled our currency, prevented over-expenditure, and ensured that the right forms were signed to ensure that our grand-matriarch would receive the appropriate care.
Don't want to be accidentally backhanded across the face by a huge, sweaty drunk nerd with cheese and poutine gravy all over his fingers while watching the grand finals of "The International 3"?
Then don't attend a pubstomp in an over-crowded bar called "Cheesewerks" and sit next to a fat guy wearing a fanboy "Na'Vi" t-shirt when Na'Vi is losing. Ergh >_>
Going to New York for a week to see a musical, I don't feel to good health wise, but since my mother really wants to go, I guess I'll go and at least fake enjoying being in a super crowded city, ha.
THOUGH, I am so excited to eat.... So many restaurants and bakeries I want to go to!
Patriarch returned from visit to relatives. Was unfortunate that he was not around when our grand-matriarch was afflicted. Due to the distance requiring airspace passage to be able to return to our base of operations, we were only able to coordinate by means of long-distance communication through cellular long-distance communication devices. Through this, we were able to ensure that funds were properly transferred for payment of the local healing facility's operational fees. That, and relatives in our local area were more than helpful in their assistance, so my eternal gratitude to them.
After a thirty-minute familial conference that involved proper auditing of expenses incurred and budget reviews of the funds that were transferred to myself and my kinspersons, patriarch went on a fifteen minute tirade that, summarized, was basically "Good job, progeny. I am not disappoint."
In transit towards my fortress of safety, I found myself unable to pass by due to a sudden large gathering of humans in the antechamber that connected a mall towards the railway-transit station. The density of humans was such that phasing through may cause untoward mental degradation of nearby living beings, which can culminate into an unnecessary bout of panic rushes. Thus, I laid low and proceeded to approach one of the filthy humans using standard interrogation protocols. What follows is a log(translations in italics, in case you humans do not have access to your local omni-translator) of the interrogation proceedings:
Me: Bro, excuse me po, anong nangyari dito? Filthy meatbag, what are you and your fleshy kind doing here, milling about like sessile protozoa? What scenario could have made such an impact on your primitive collective psyche that has caused the cessation of your movements?
Human: Ah, ewan eh - mukhang may nahuli na magnanakaw. Binugbog pa siya. Me am sorry, Great One. Me am seeing money-stealer getting caught by justice-men. Him are getting faceful of hamfist punishment. Him getting beaten up.
Shortly after the humans were dispersed by local law-enforcement units, I passed by the railway-transit's equivalent of a 'mini police station'. There, I was treated to the sight of the suspect, handcuffed to a chair, his upper-body clothing torn from the scuffle, and various discolourations on its facial structure, indicating several ruptured blood vessels.
I suspect that, despite being apprehended, the human was actually successful, for he had stolen something far more valuable than the currency that you humans seem to enjoy killing each other over - time. By staging a theft-by-snatching in a densely-populated location such as the local mall, the human had clearly calculated a high probability of being engaged in a violent scuffle between itself and its fellow humans, leading to a major Bystander-Blockage Cascade Phenomenon, bringing local movements to a grinding halt. Based on the time leading up to the human's confinement in the law-enforcement grid, I suspected that over thirty Earth-minutes per person were lost. Calculating a probably 200 or more humans, plus one eldritch abomination(myself), the thief had made a tidy profit out of all those units of time.
My main concern, however, is what he intends to purchase with the profit he had made - there has been no known technology invented in this world that allows a human to access the Interdimensional Chrono-Exchange Bazaar, so I am unsure as to why he stole all those minutes, if he was not planning on spending them at all.
Oh, and rave: Matriarch was issued a new phone by her place of employment. Assisted her in ensuring a smooth transition to Jellybean-based long-distance communication...and downloading Candy Crush.
Candy Crush has wormed its way into my afternoon caffeine and sugar fix ritual at work. Likewise for the two other women in my office.
(D.M.A.): Cooper says, "Kyrra is either the most innocent person in the world, or the girl who uses the most innuendo seemingly unintentionally but really on purpose."
Candy Crush has wormed its way into my afternoon caffeine and sugar fix ritual at work. Likewise for the two other women in my office.
@Kyrra: Not surprising. Occasionally, when our clan moves out for recreational visits to the human world, I would notice our patriarch and matriarch sitting on a bench, playing video games in their smartphone/tablet. I believe you humans call this phenomenon a 'Candy Crush date'.
@Wysteria: I was pleasantly surprised at the WTF - does that mean that humans have discovered a way to access the Interdimensional Chrono-Exchange Bazaar?
Whoops sorry my mobile telecommunication device can't tell WTF from LIKE
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
.... main concern, however, is what he intends to purchase with the profit he had made - there has been no known technology invented in this world that allows a human to access the Interdimensional Chrono-Exchange Bazaar, so I am unsure as to why he stole all those minutes, if he was not planning on spending them at all.....
I GOT THE THRIFT STORE JOB! They're going to call to schedule my orientation at the end of this week. What's more, I'm being offered a permanent, rather than seasonal position. I can't wait to sign the paperwork!
My avatar is an image created by this very talented gentleman, of whose work I am extremely jealous. It was not originally a picture of Amunet, but it certainly looks a great deal like how I envision her!
Don't want to be accidentally backhanded across the face by a huge, sweaty drunk nerd with cheese and poutine gravy all over his fingers while watching the grand finals of "The International 3"?
Then don't attend a pubstomp in an over-crowded bar called "Cheesewerks" and sit next to a fat guy wearing a fanboy "Na'Vi" t-shirt when Na'Vi is losing. Ergh >_>
Coming here and reading the word Poutine. Go obscure cultural dish reference. Now I know where you're from, buddy!
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Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
The soul of Ashmond says, "Always with the sniping."
(Clan): Ictinus says, "Stop it Jiraishin, you're making me like you."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
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Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
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