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Yes, my cat is judging me, and he's not very tolerant.
Regards,
Richard
Cats don't do tolerance.
though sometimes laziness makes it appear they do
Complaint I need a new phone to replace my iphone se. Monday night, I called TMobile to see what can be done. It was suggested that I put in a claim for the phone with the monthly insurance thing I might have been using.
Complaint that got canceled some time ago. I suggested that we put the insurance thing back on. I was told I had to go in person to get it looked at. I could not go yesterday due to ride issues. Can´t schedule rides after4-40 pm or something like that. I did schedule rides for today. I slept in so I did not have breakfast. But at least I brought some fruit gummies. I got to the tmobile store and forgot the gummies in the taxi. I went back to the taxi got the gummies and a big bottle of water. Then I went back into the tmobile store.
I finally saw someone. I also needed to set up a payment arangement. I got the insurance back on the phone and was asked to come back next week. I also asked the agent to set up a payment arangement for me.
I got home and messed up somehow cooking something to eat. I might have to go back to the kitchen and cook something else.
Yesterday, I tried out Face Transfer. It gave the character an interesting tattoo on the forehead.
Cats, we saved another one from the animal shelter. His name is Merlin.
This is a WIP I posted on Facebook. It is based on Genesis 9. The skin texture is Mikey 9's. Eyebrows came with default Genesis 9 stuff. I forgot which hair it was.
I took a picture of the render while it was rendering. I am in the kitchen and my computer is in my room. Don't know if render is done yet, but my dinner needs my attention.
This frickin' dude...
Apparently he lives here now...
He came to inhabit the same domicile as me through a unique series of events...
None of which, I'd like to add involved anything "illegal" or "contrary to the health and safety of sentient species throughout the galaxy"... (a term which I'm rather tired of and seems to be an overused and vaguely defined concept to begin with)...
But anyway...
Several days ago (it's been a week now since I wrote this) I was looking for the Free Candy van that I saw the day before in the parking lot by PetSmart (which is sort of false advertising since none of the animals they sell seem overly "smart" or can pass the Paul Test*), but instead all I could find was a "Free Kittens" van which looked more like a bus or one of those things rich older people buy when they retire... I forget what they are called, but they are like vehicles you use for recreation or actually more like homes that are mobile and have wheels and you can drive them around and stuff.
Anyway...
So I went to the Free Kittens van and to see if they had any candy or knew where the Free Candy van went, but all they had was Kittens and some random larger kittens about the size of dogs... Apparently the free kittens weren't actually "free" as they were being imprisoned for some crimes or misdemeanors of some sort and were all contained within individual incarceration modules on one of the interior walls of the vehicle... the other side had much large jail cells that held the much larger kittens that smelled funny.
I'm assuming those particular little criminals were entitled to some sort of privileges of some sort because their cells all had large windows allowing the occupants a panoramic view of the outside... it's equally possible though that it was done for security purposes like in the movies where they stick a supervillain in a glass walled chamber so they have no privacy in case they try to construct a death ray out of toilet paper and chicken bones...
The whole situation seemed a sus, because the "kittens" were all supposed to be "rescues", but they were locked up like dangerous criminals...
Since I know from personal experience that misunderstandings can happen that will lead to unfortunate circumstances where one's intentions seem villainous from every reasonable angle, so I gave them the benefit of doubt...
Also, the name of group that owned The Free Kittens Prison Bus was intriguing... they called themselves "The North Shore Animal League" which I misread as "North Shore League Of Animals" which I thought sounded pretty cool... like the Justice League, but with animals... (maybe they were led by a super intelligent hamster named "Professor H" or something).
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case or perhaps they didn't want anyone to know about Professor H, since they wouldn't let me see if there was a hidden science laboratory in the basement of the bus or if the bus transformed into a giant battle mech of some sort... Instead, they tried to confuse me by asking me if I'd like to take one of the little felons home with me... though they used words like "puppies" and "kittens" and bandied about the term "adoption" quite a bit.
Honestly, I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying because they let me hold the little criminal from that photo up there and at the moment he was being quite adorable on several levels of magnitude of cuteness.
That and I still wasn't convinced they didn't have candy somewhere and there was no secret science lab hidden in the vehicle.
Earlier I noticed he was incarcerated in a cell marked "Tabby. Female. 6 months"... I had specifically asked to examine him because I'd never seen a 6 month old Female Tabby that looked like that...
So they let me hold him and I guess that when they asked if I was interested in him, I said something to the effect of "yes" and that's where the questions and paper signing began...
They asked me lots of detailed questions which triggered my nearly instinctual response to provide creative alibis and false identities**... But after an exhaustive interrogation (something I'm no stranger to) they seemed satisfied with the information I provided and they told me I could meet them the next day in a different town where they'd be and I could pick up the "puppy" then***.
Having been well practiced in the use of certain clandestine terms, I understood the "puppy" to be a large sack of candy that was so delicious it was illegal and therefore could not be handed out without a lengthy and comprehensive interview and confirmation process, hence the fifty thousand questions and small essay test.
That or it was contraband alien technology... but probably candy... or possibly even contraband alien candy.
Winnabagels!… The rolling house buses!
Sorry... I just remembered the name of those things.
Anyway, they even gave me a specific place to meet for the drop which they referred to as "where we'll be tomorrow"...
They then asked that I hand back the "6 month old female Tabby" and empty my pockets of the large quantities of cat treats that had somehow found their way into my pockets and were in no way procured by me in case I got snackie on the drive home.
They also asked that I return the two angora kittens that someone had stuffed in my smuggling pockets... which I assure you in no way has ever been used in actual "smuggling".
So anyway... bright and early the next late afternoon I showed up at the drop site a whole county west of where the first meeting occurred.
Much to my surprise I was handed the adorable little idiot in the photo and unceremoniously booted out of the bus which had already begun to drive away.
Luckily the dumpster I landed in was filled with bricks that were somewhat softer than most bricks one might hope to land on.
I'm still not entirely convinced this was a complex misunderstanding... but I took adorable idiot home with me anyway, assuming he knew where the stash of contraband alien candy was located.
Unfortunately it's been a couple of days now and he is yet to divulge the location of any quantities of contraband alien candy and I'm fairly convinced he's not hiding anything or holding back information and he really is pretty clueless.
Anyway...
I guess the moral of this story is don't get too used to getting into "Free Candy" vans or signing lots of papers expecting to be rewarded with big sacks of delicious alien candies like Nooblorx Nips or Gummy Floorgs... the hard reality of the situation is almost always you'll end up with a tiny little adorable idiot who somehow poops as much as a fully grown Cape Buffalo.
Technically there are probably lots of other morals to this story, but l'm too tired to figure them out... but I will add this... tiny little adorable furry little idiots are a lot of work and create a lot of chaos and havoc and will chew anything and everything you don't want them to, not the least of which includes quartz chunks, a steel pipe, the corner of the stove, the tires on your lumber cart, a propane regulator and your flesh amongst many other inconvenient or dangerous objects, items and thingamajigs.
Adorable Little Idiot says "Hello!... And goodbye for now!"
*Named after "Paul", the German Octopus Scientist (an Octopus who is a scientist) who correctly predicted the outcome of eight matches during the 2010 World Cup (including the winner) and holder of three patents for innovative thermodynamic coupler designs.
**The biggest problem with providing creative alibis and false identities is eventually you lose track and instead of pulling out your Astronaut License for "Space Commander Blaze Parsecs", you lose track and give them your real license with your real name and your creative answers turn out to be true.
*** Apparently, using the word "puppy" as a code or cover word enough times will eventually lead to misunderstandings... As in saying "The puppy was delivered to the target" or "handle the puppy very carefully or it will explode" (not too far fetched because if you've ever fed six Taco Bell "Caliente Cantina Chicken" burritos to a puppy, they will absolutely "explode"... just not in the traditional understanding of the word. (Which I'd just like to point out there is never been any conclusive evidence I've ever done that with any of my friend's or acquaintances juvenile canines)... and as we see the results of such misunderstandings can result with you adopting an actual puppy and not receiving a large bag of candy... alien or otherwise.
That looks like a long McGyver post, yay!
I am trying to watch wheel of fortune. I am also playing an MMORPG game. I'm standing on top of a 4 bone respawn spot. I can collect the bones to bury them for prayer xp. Except I get attacked by an angry Skelton every so often.
strange the mad Skelton stopped attacking for a bit. Probably because he is tired of attacking and being killed and being brought back to the un-life, (what is it called when the undead are killed and brought back?)
Congratulations to Merlin and Adorable Little Idiot!
Hey, McGyver! Thanks for dropping by.
I saved a Genesis 9 character and I can´t remember where I saved him. I don´t know how to find him.
Back from seeing Freakier Friday. Just got back home. I tried to turn the tv on, but it would not turn on. My computer was on so it was not the outlet fuse. I checked my echo dot and it was not working. Since the Echo dot and the TV use the same power strip, I thought it was best to check the power strip. That was somehow turned off. I turned it back on. Suprise the TV turned on.
Now to decide what to watch. I could watch Wednesday while sorting through clothes that are on the floor. (Clothes do not belong on the floor, by the way.) Or I could watch something on Disney+ like Loki season 2 or Andor. Or I could watch Strang New Worlds or Dexter on Paramount +?
So many choices and there are more options. Like Peacock or Prime. Just checked what comes with my Spectrum TV and saw AMC+ and Max. So many choices! and that is not including what to make for dinner.
Edit- Just remembered Spectrum TV comes with streaming cable tv
@McGyver (& Adorable Idiot) that is the post I needed to read today!!! Welcome to the Wonderful World of Puppers.
And add earbuds and headsets to the things they will chew. I thought I warned everyone here about that.
Complaint: Old Age: I've been having a lot of headaches; I never really had them. Except for a hangover, but I haven't been drinking in 20 or 30 years. So I saw my doctor and told him about it. So MRI it was. MRI found a 6 x 4 mm oval lesion within the posterior sella (bony structure in the skull that houses the pituitary gland), which should be in the area of the pituitary gland. That wasn't there five years ago. Symptoms include headaches and eye problems, along with several other symptoms—all of which align with issues that started last year. My next MRI is scheduled for this Saturday, specifically for the area around the pituitary gland.
Just got back from visiting a local museum. Problem is that I didn´t get to explore the museum as I tripped going down the stairs to the first floor. Trust me the floor in front of those stairs were not that interesting. I am doing better now, but I got a cut on my lip and a bloody nose. Neither of them are bleeding now.
Ouch! Major bummer.
Captain Obvious here: Do what's necessary, and possible. And if you have others to help you through the process (financially, medically, and philosophically/spiritually), you're lucky.
Non-complaint: A few weeks ago I upgraded my Gaming/DAZing machine to Win11. There was a minor problem but it necessitated pulling the desktop from under the desk and opening it for a simple check and convenient cleaning. Afterwards I put it back under the desk, and reconnected the jungle of loose LAN, USB, Video & Audio cables for all the accessories, & networks. I tested the machine, did the Win11 upgrade and shut it down. It's been off mostly for the last few weeks, but today I had a hankering to play "Obduction" again and discovered that a few connections weren't up to snuff. I play games from my recliner chair via the TV. After about 15 minutes I finally got the remote wireless mouse/keyboard working ('twas an unconnected cable lost in the jungle), and finally got the multiple monitors and the TV cables in the right sockets, and each working and arranged properly physically and logically, and got the headphones plugged into the correct jack. Yay, everything working again.
Concerning correct connections...I use the little plastice tabs that come on bread and some othter things, like English Muffins. Use a Sharpie or similar permanent pen. Write which peripheral the connection is from and attach it to the cable near the end that goes to the computer. When all done, make a little diagram of the connections and number each one along with the function. Then, no confusion when reconnecting, no matter how many times it's done. You save your sanity, and the ecology a little bit!
Downloading boxes via DIM. Apparently the product Boxes is made of a bunch of boxes. Well named!
I am trying to make a shepherds pie without looking up recipes. I could look up the recipe but it is too late now. It is ground beef bottom layer with mashed potatoes on top of that and shredded cheese on top. No veggies as the veggies were planned last shopping trip but never touched the shopping cart. No frozen veggies in the freezer and no canned veggies in the pantry.
Major Complaint (update): I tried the fixes I found online for my HAL laptop. No luck. (Related minor noncomplaint: if I ever have to deal with a BIOS setup again - we hope not! - I know my way around it, more or less.)
Major complaint (#2): It might be a few months before I can do more 3d art. Husband says his laptop prIobably doesn't have the space for DS & certainly doesn't have RAM for rendering. There might be some options to buy one or two laptops and pay over time. I'd prefer not to do that right now. Hitting that cursed deer took up a lot of cash and credit. Whiiine...
Space can be handled with an external drive (you'd probably want to reformat it to use the standard Windows format as speed with the default Windows/Mac friendly format can be poor, especially - as I recall - with lots of smallish files, which describes a lot of DS data)
My shepards pie turned out great! I don't think I needed the fork after all.
You mean Shepherds Pie doesn't have shepherds in it? Huh, you learn something new every day!
...I also use this trick on charger cords. Saves so much frustration.
Back in the day when I was working in corporate or government labs I used such methods. I even would put miscellaneous cables into separate heavy duty, clear, ziplock type bags, along with a 3x5 card declaring which piece of equipment the cable was for. I was keeper of the small-parts bins, I was also software box, documentation, tapes & CD librarian, and I kept schematics of the interconnections and diagrams of the rack layouts.
And woe be unto he who didn't put things back into the library or bags, shelves, or bins where they belonged 
... But alone, at home, not so much.
To be a pedantic, and apparently I can be on occasion, Shepherds Pie is made with Lamb Mince and Cottage Pie with Beef Mince (ground lamb/beef I believe in American). Of course this is not to be confused with mincemeat which is something else entirely and is used to make Mince Pies which are neither Shepherds Pies or Cottage Pies and contain no meat, just Mincemeat.
Mincemeat does traditionally include suet, and I think historically it did include actual meat scraps. I skip the suet, just dried fruit, apple, sugar, and spices (Edit: and a bit of lemon juice, and a dash of booze the day after mixing it up initially)