The I Miss the Old Days Complaint Thread
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No plans. But nothing's certain. I could drop dead anytime on the street just by toddling to the grocery store(bum ticker).
Or I could live 20 more years, slowly getting ever more decrepit.
I prefer the former. I want to be prepared for it. It would be a surprise, but with preparation would spawn minimal ripples in the Universe.
Twenty-nine years ago when my life partner died, he had all his arrangements in order. I don't think I could have handled it. I don't even remember the week after he died, other than having to swerve the car violently to avoid a football sized chunk of concrete thrown up by a truck ahead of me. It hit the side of my car and scratched it massively, but if I hadn't swerved, the "football" would have landed in my passenger seat where I had my life-partner's ashes in a ceramic urn, headed to Florida for his burial. Crash, shatter, poof, Max all over the inside of the car.
Dana
I found a pack of oil pastels at dollar tree for $1.25! I also got three small canvas pack for same price!
Non-complaint: Music to DAZ by. I love this YouTube clip from the movie "Allegro Non Troppo". Poor cat's rememberences of life before a disaster. A story probably quite relative and poignant to the conflict in Ukraine. I tear up at the end.
OOK OOK!
Have I posted this yet?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldvkMUVE3O0
So I'm coming back from picking my daughter up from her EMT class and on the way back she starts getting texts saying a fishing boat blew up at the dock on the canal across the street from her high school... so by the time we pass the school there is an air ambulance landing in the football field and Main Street is full of emergency vehicles.
But despite that, there is still a line of cars waiting at Taco Bell's drive-thru...
This is less than a half a block from the explosion.
I guess when you need Taco Bell the urge for bowel distress outweighs any potential danger?
I dunno... Either way, I hope the person they were airlifting out will be okay.
Tried taking my cat Denis to the vet for his vaccinaton
He transformed into a demon beast and the vet couldn't get near him, I got shredded all over trying to hold him for the vet to inject him and he couldn't
I had to put him on the scale as he was not letting that man or the young lady assisting near him, growling and hissing like a banshee
he sent me home with tablets to drug him 2 hours before I visit again
bugger does bite and attack me but at least he purrs doing it, I have never seen him angry like that
If I were a cat, I'd be very suspicious about anyone coming close with a needle in their hands
I'd be sure that I spell V.E.T. instead of saying it around the cat from now on.
I think it was because he could smell other cats or something because he was OK until the vet approached him, I got him out of the carrier on to the table no problems.
I also could pick him up and handle him but the vet could not get near.
@ Kyoto Kid Congratulations! I see that Portland is the now the pizza city.
https://www.cnn.com/travel/article/best-pizza-city-us-modernist-authors/index.html
Complaint: Mumble, grumble, I'm turning into a grumpy old man maybe they'd call it a "Ken" these days. Toddled up to the grocery store again yesterday. The bench is still missing so no rest for the weary before entering the store.
So, my trip down the grocery isles goes fine until I get to the milk. I need lactose free real milk. "Lactaid" is my milk, either regular or 2%, I prefer the 2%. The store was bought out by a big chain a while ago and things they are a-changin' 
Lately they dropped the 2% Lactaid, and now they've dropped handling "Lactaid" altogether.
They suggested that I use soy milk or almond milk. Yuck! When the realization that I wouldn't be able to buy milk at my local, walkable, grocery store sunk in, I pointed out that if I have to make arrangements to travel to another store, miles away, to get something as necessary as milk, I'd buy everything else there too.
Although, to my credit, I didn't ask for the manager.
I get it that this is a small town grocery, it's heavily stocked with the chain's own line of products and only grudgingly offers big name products. And they can't keep everything on the shelves like a big city grocery can. Several things I've had to give up, like "Wheaties" cereal, asparagus and DelMonte canned fruits, and accept the often noticeably inferior quality store brand, or order from Amazon. And now they've taken my milk, that I can't get from Amazon.
But if they keep alienating customers, the last grocery in this town will join the dodo.
(although I hear there are plans to try to bring the dodo back!
https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/jan/31/gene-editing-company-hopes-to-bring-dodo-back-to-life )
The store is not tiny. It's actually quite a good size, big enough to have a decent selection of most required products, but no room for extravagances. It serves at least two towns, and all the farmers and Amish, in and around here. The previous owner was a townie, family had been here for generations. He finally sold out and now the big corporation and the new non-resident foreign manager decides what to feed us, knowing absolutely nothing about the town and its people.
So typical of the modern world. Consolidation, conglomeration, abstraction, neglection. Hmmm... sounds like a Moody Blues song.
Starts out very, very quiet, doesn't really begin until 0:23. Words begin at 1:18 But I suggest listening to the whole introduction unless you've heard it before.
my mum's friend Oscar hates going to vet. That is because he had a very bad experience. My mum got an appointment for him to be neutered. After he clawed up the vet, they realized he was already neutered. (Oscar not the vet was already neutered.)
How do you know?
my mum told me the story at least once. Oscar never told me as he was too embarrassed. Also it might have to with he can't speak English since he is a cat.
I feel like I've heard that at least twice before recently...
Apparently the boat that exploded last night was not a fishing boat (although it was on the fishing boat/workboat side of the canal), it was actually medium size (probably 25ft) sailboat someone may have been living in and the explosion was caused by a propane leak... the fellow who was airlifted out to Stony Brook University Hospital has had his status upgraded to non life threatening injuries.
Also, even though it was a pretty powerful explosion, the boat didn't sink...
The deck and cabin roof were lifted up and ripped off a bit... I doubt it will have a great resale value as it is though... I just hope the guy didn't lose his home... there are a couple of boats in the marinas that in warmer weather have occupants.
Sometimes people buy boats like that with their life savings thinking they'll spend their later years sailing up and down the coast and then find out it's not as easy as they thought and they get kinda stuck with floating money hole.
No, I meant how do you know the vet wasn't neutered? Was it a topic of conversation?
Did he have a badge saying "Not Neutered"? Could you see the requisite area yourself?
oh, actually I do t know anything about the vet. I just know that person was a vet, but I don't know anything else really.
A friend of mine does that. He has a nice boat, he and his wife. A catamaran. He lives up in Rhode Island, but prepares the house for winter and goes to Florida for the winter. And they sail around. Bahamas, and places in South America. Nice to have money. He used to be an engineer on offshore oil rigs. Made really good money. Because of his expertise, he is even called on to testify as an expert witness in some big cases.
Dana
Should you be worried that he wasn't even a vet? Are you really sure he was human? Robots are getting pretty good these days. Add some AI, and bingo, instant vet.
Did his left eyelid flutter sporadically?
Another non-complaint: I thought that the 128GB of RAM my machine has was its limit, now I have discovered that with a minor software tweak it can take 256GB. I don't need it, really, I don't need it, I need to save the money for other things, I don't need 256GB of RAM...
I didn't meet the vet at all. I heard of the story through my mum. She didn't tell me anything that I can remember about that vet. Other than the vet got clawed up, I know nothing about the vet.
You said "vet" four times... if my experiences with supervillains has taught me anything, you know a lot more about his mysterious disappearance than you were initially attempting to reveal... your use of preemptive insinuation to insulate you from the narrative portraying his fatal clawing (and subsequent burial in a shallow grave at sea) as being witnessed by someone other than yourself leaves only two possibilities...
A) You paid a feline assassin named "Oscar" to terminate your foe...
Or...
Q) You are in fact the real Madam Whiskers a human disguised as a cat masquerading as "Oscar", an anxiety addled cat who thinks he's a capybara and is suffering from severe nip addiction withdrawal... as such, I suspect you were actually contracted by Mister Sánchez the Murder Monkey to tie up some loose ends for GenetiCorp after the vet uncovered evidence of dangerous genetic experiments being conducted on former patients.
You need not confess, I've already alerted the authorities and even though they keep hanging up on me, I suspect that last time really landed and they will be arriving any minute.
Good luck getting out of it this time Madame Whiskers.
I remember hearing about that from the person in the cell next to mine.