Fellow camper related the story of finding a bat and the ensuing horror story of the expense and trouble related to the rabies shots he and his family had to endure.

**I** have not been exposed, only second hand via his shocking tale. It was over $50,000 for his family of five to get the full course of rabies postexposure prophylaxis injections. His gold plated insurance covered it, thank goodness. But what are your options? Skip it? Sure, I heard somewhere that, like, three out of three people die eventually. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

Austin has a huge bat population, and there was a bit of a rabies problem going around back when I was in junior high. I had to forcefully stop a classmate from touching one we found lolling about on the ground during school one day. She got all disdainful about how stupid I was being, of course it wasn't rabid, it was probably just sad because it was lost. WTF?! To this day part of me wishes I'd let her pick it up.

Be careful of hot weather when using them. One summer I used a live trap. When I got home I walked to the field to let it go but what came out of the box was not a cute little mouse. What rolled out of the box was goo. I guess the little thing suffocated in the heat. :greenface
More than suffocated. I think it drowned in its own sweat.:greenface poor poor thing :thepain:

sql 2005 express, no, compact edition. express is ok.

Not pissing on my chips, just pissing in the litter tray.
Having Diz's try in my room is not working.

I have to ask my landlady if there is somewhere I can put it downstairs.

Don't get me wrong, I will happily change the litter as often as needed, but this room is too small and too hot to have the tray in here. I know I am breathing in pee and poop molecules all the time.

It's OK, you're breathing them back out again, too. ;)

Do you have one of those enclosed trays? they are sooo much better than the old open-style tray we had for ours in the UK.

Ah, you know the British attitude - I'm happy to breathe in a pound f shit before I die and all that.

But the smell, the smell!

Will sound out landlady tomorrow.
They want to see more of Diz (mad people)
Having the litter tray downstairs means he goes there without me at least.

I will consider a covered tray for both situations. Firstly I'm hoovering twice a week and still worrying about the carpet. Secondly it would help with the smell wherever it was.

Ta!

We have a covered box and it's scooped every day. it's right in the kitchen and we can still eat our dinners! :lol:

NYS Dept. of Ed.

I'm going to waste another sunny Saturday taking exams. Oh and their insistence in giving precise definitions to common words not commonly in the field outside of New York. My chips are sodden.

Diz has such bad farts today.
He's just come to lie on my chest (I have the laptop propped up on my knees) and let another one go. With his arse about 12cm from my face.

They're hot and meaty and if they had a colour (and it's hard to believe they haven't) they would be toxix orange, as in Agent)

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, as Dr Chinnery is wont to say.
In roaming the internet for ideas on litter trays, it turns out I've been treating the Diz cat very badly.

Am going to get him another tray twice the size and start buying clumping litter.

The good news is that I've found a cat food that doesn't have all the additives I despise and in bulk (with free delivery) it works out less than five pounds a month more than I pay for the stuff I already buy. And I don't have to haul it home.

So that might put paid to the rancid farts, and at the very least (and yet very important) I'll feel so much better about his health.

Had a really thorough hoover, tidy and did some washing today. Made me feel very virtuous. Did something else that made me feel very degenerate, but riased hopes in my heart. A good day all in all, even if this isn't technically the thread to say so.

No one. Everyone here knows better than to mess with my salt and vinegar chips!! :D

1) the school newsletter editor who "corrected" the grammar in my latest haiku about scrip so it went from this:

Trees gift colored leaves,
Scrip bucks color school field trips.
Strong roots yield great joy.

to this:

Trees’ gift-colored leaves,
Scrip bucks color school field trips.
Strong roots yield great joy

wtf are gift-colored leaves? hmmm? couls she not see the pattern in the structure s of the first two lines? could she not see the clever repetition of color but as a different word form? hmmmm? Mine may be crap, but her version is much crapper and I'm embarrased to have had my name attached to it.

2) an asshole parent at the swim club. We're in a borrowed pool this season because ours is under construction. we had mechanical problems, lots of no swm nights due to other teams having meets (there are 4 teams using this pool instead of the regular 2), and meet schedule cock-ups due to two teams withdrawing from the league at the last minute. none of these are our fault, but they're bloody irritating.

Last week, we were supposed to have a Tri-meet on Thursday. A butterfky meet (there are 4 events at each meet -medley relay, freestyle relay, individual freestyle sprint and indiviadual specialty) The other two teams rescheduled it for tuesday. but forgot to consult with us. or in fact even tell us. after we didn't show, the realized, and sheepishly left a message on the coach's answerphone that the thursday meet was cancelled. no reason given, we ferreted around and worked it out. but they held the meet anyway without us, so no chance of a reschedule.

But we need to have a butterfly meet. so after further rooting around, we discovered there was one butterfly meet atill to be held in the league (a rescheduled dual meet due to another fuck-up), so we muscled in on it. the meet was Monday night, we got confirmation that it was Ok for us to swim Saturday night. normally, the non-competitors don't swim when we have a meet, but because it was such short notice nd we've had so many pool closures and other problems 9our swimmers have been swimming in room temp water for 3 weeks), we hired extra coaches so the youngest group -who mostly don't compete- could still have practice.

so i sent out an email with all these details and asked people to respond if they got it, because we would call all families who hadn't with the details (as a courtesy). We had to call 52 families (about 50%). Two people did this. They rock.

Today i get this email:
just fuck right off, honey. I'm glad it wasn't me who made those calls because then I'd be really fucking pissed. and she'd be dead

Fortunately, we had nothing but positive feedback from everyone else, so we know it's her who's off her freaking trolley.

oh, was I ranting? i'm so not sorry :D And I feel much better. now i'm calm enough to reply to her..... well, almost

JUst tell her, "You obviously have some issues. Still, everything happens for the best and in this case although God closed a door he opened a window in our schedule. See you later!"

:lol:

Hey I'm just f'ing pissed ummm'kay? Pissed pissed piss, and it's not a pissed that will just pass. It's a pissed I will take action on. No sweeping it under the carpet. Pissed.:mad2:

I've been angry for about 24 hours now. That's a long time for me. And the longer I'm angry, the more angry I get for being angered. Don't give me that "no one can make you angry" "you decide your own emotional state". F'ing no. Some people deserve to get it when they don't know when to stfu, and say a bunch of insulting crap, esp. unprovoked at all. If I'm choosing to be be pissed, fine. That's just fine too. Fu** it.

How do people know that they have crossed the line when someone isn't there to shake their red face.:mad2: :headshake

It's just going to keep happening. I feel like I have to give up. Which is the real pisser. Being in a forced situation suxors. Lose-lose. I don't like to lose.

I've been pissing in my own chips lately so I'm just gonna stop it.

Is that how they get the salt-and-vinegar flavor?

First, it's "to whom" and not "whom to."
Second, "jest" is a joke or witticism, "gist" refers to the substance of a conversation and can be used when one is making a synopsis of a conversation.
Third, "my kids swam..."or "my kids have swum..."
Fourth,"Where" refers to location, and while the pool is the location, you are referring to the past tense, "were". Not to mention that we usually use the letter 's' when we make a plural. As in "...these meets the line ups were..."
Fifth, I'm gonna stop now and not take you to task for your shitty punctuation (mainly 'cause my own pretty much sucks) or your indefensible use of "the fact that" (according to Strunk and White) and your repeated failure to recognize verb tense or plural nouns.
Finally, You are in serious need of either penis, pussy, or more tennis. See that you get taken care of before you log on to your computer again.

BTW, If you are spending QT with your family on the weekend, why do you even have your cell phone with you?


Or you could just respond with:
"Mm'kay, thanks for sharing."

What's wrong with 'the fact that'?

http://www.bartleby.com/141/strunk5.html

See item 13. "Omit needless words"

I just read some of it. He takes the fun out of language. Sometimes its not about being concise, sometimes it's about rhythm and flow, personal speech patterns and dialect.

I'll continue to use my preferred method...the fact that he deems a reductionist approach to be more effective doesn't resonate with me :P

He's no James Joyce to be sure, but he does help a lot of others who also aren't Joyce be more readable. ;)

That;'s pretty much what I went with. sorta. ish. well maybe not quite just that but with a little additional info.....she apologized..... :D
re the grammar, omg you should read some of the emails I get, this one was pretty good. "swimmed" is a common occurence...... actually it usually only has one m

William Strunk, Jr. (1869–1946). The Elements of Style. 1918.

1918? Wow dude, like that's like so ancient like. You know, like so 20th century, dude. Get with like evolution or revolution or progress dude.

I seen what you did thar.

Sorry, been hearing a lot of "seen" lately. Without any haves.

THE HORSE-LESS CARRIAGE? IT'S A FAD. IT'LL NEVER CATCH ON.

WHAT?? WHERE'S MY TRUMPET?

Mm'ok, good stuff anyway.

We just got home from an overnight trip to find that two of the three large pumpkins we had on our side step were stolen. Part of me is pissed, and part of me wonders why the hell they didn't just take all 3, because now we still have to make a trip to the dump to get rid of the last one. :headshake

Because there were only two of them, they couldn't carry three.

Dump? Drop that sumbitch out at 80 mph, all the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't scrape up enough to fill a sandwich bag.*




*speaking from experience.;)

We stuck ours out in the back yard, and the squirrels (or something) ate about 90% of it already.

Just chuck the whole thing into the nearest wooded area or garden. We do that each year and see what grows up the next year.

So that's where baby hobos come from.

the dog