I’m feeling perverse. They’ll never answer me, but I sent this to our friends at WhizBang! Labs: Sirs: I maintain an on-line diary at deardiary.net. One of the services deardiary provides is a hit meter that lets me know who has been visiting my diary, and how often. Over the past week, I have had…
THIS took Best of Show at Westminster this year? THIS? Ch. Surrey Spice Girl It’s a miniature poodle for crying out loud. I could never do small animal private practice. I’d lose half my clients by laughing the patients out of the waiting room ….
First of all, thanks a bunch for this stupid test. You know who you are …. Take the “Which Nationality Are You?” test at OuchCryManson Made by: and No. I don’t think so. If it were true, I’d be writing haiku. Next, I have (brace yourselves) two more cat pictures. I downloaded my camera to…
I was tired last night. OK, sick and tired, but sometimes that amounts to the same thing. I got home last night (at about 6:00) to find that Kitten from Hell had found a bag full of little soy sauce packets left over from the Sunday’s take-out Chinese. She’d stolen it off the table, carried…
Found an excuse to be out of the office most of the morning. I’d gotten a really weird specimen (calcified hernia pouch) and saved it for my old pathology professor, who continues to be my mentor of sorts, as well as a good friend. He works at the large animal complex of the university I…
Anybody remember the time a few months back when Kitten from Hell got her head stuck in the handles of a paper shopping bag? Well, proving that she is no Einstein of the cat kingdom, she did it again tonight. This time she didn’t go into full panic mode at least. When she realized she…
Life is too short to persist in that which brings no happiness. Anyone who understands can tell the Dutch Scotsman that my nom de plume will not blight his computer screen from this day forward. I am done with that sector of cyberspace, and any sector with associated links. The playing field belongs to him….
I’ve been hanging out around the wrong people. I do not dream. I haven’t remembered dreams since I was a kid, with very rare exceptions. I’m proud of the fact that I ordinarily drop off to a black unconciousness in which no deep, buried thoughts rise to bother me each night. Last night I dreamed….
Metaphorically anyhow. My laptop when to the computer hospital this morning. I think the guys in MIS got tired of me griping about the cursor with a mind of its own. Or maybe they just thought they owed me for the double-nut brownies. Regardless, the CD driver is still not installed, and it’s anybody’s guess…
The day starts slowly. The Professor didn’t come to bed until 5:00 a.m.. This means I won’t see him until one at the earliest. The first words out of his mouth will be “I’m hungry“. By the time he gets his act together it will be two. By the time we figure out where he…