Posted on 04/09/2013 5:27:53 PM PDT by Darksheare
I just spent alot of time posting!
I see that, looks like you hit a small bump.
Pictured: Small Bump
What happened?
Well, someone set up us the bomb?
I'm serious!
Oh, well.. looks like your post got pulled.
Augh! I spent alot of effort on that! How did it happen?!
Couldn't be because you were doing it wrong?
What the, how'd you get that video of m-- uh.. I don't even wear that!
Right Skippy. *cough* Well, since you asked, here's how posts get removed.
First, if it is against TOS it gets seen.
Then it gets marked.
Okay, I have that much.
Then the mods gather:
Pictured, mods gathering.
I don't think that's how it looks, I..
Look, do you want an answer or not?
...Yes?
Right, carrying on.
Then they back their vehicle up to your post.
Whoah! What the heck is that thing?!
It's a machine, that eats other machines.
With this:
I don't see what this has to do with my post vanishing, can you tell me wha-
Watch it question boy! I have a flamethrower!
You want to vanish like your dog did?
What the?! No, not Roozer too!
To be fair, your dog WAS drunk.
What?! Who would even... please don't point that flamethrower at me.
Right, and after they saw your post off the entire forum, they set it on fire.
Wait.. that man. His face, and fire! Oh GOD WHY?!
Oh, HIS post was all about his face, so the mods set it on fire.
After that, they used the ashes to open a gate between our world and theirs, like this:
BLECH! That's horrible!
And those tentacles! GAAAH!
If you think that's bad, you should see what happens when the mods get their hands on a bad thread.
Pictured: Mod hands
Oh look, here comes a mod now.
Looks like they want to ask you about that thread you just posted.
Gaaah! Tell them I'm indisposed!
Pictured: Moderator, dunno which one.
Tell them yourself, they're right behind you.
Wait, don't run away!
We haven't gotten to what happens when they edit your thread title!
This concludes our sordid fictional tale.
If you liked that, we have plenty more in the book "Oh the horrible things you'll summon!" rumored to be written by IamnotaMod
I think that Salamander is suffering emotionally as much as Halla is suffering physically.
She’s devastated that her back-from-the-brink little puppy has relapsed and may not make it.
Please pray for Halla, and Sal’s family.
That is so sad, it makes me feel terribly helpless.
I will continue to pray, as I know that God knows all things from the Beginning, and that the important thing is to accept His Will, whatever it is. I will pray for the best things to happen. I know that He loves all animals, and that he places them with us because of the benefit those particular animals bring to us.
We don’t and can’t know the mind of God, but what I do know is that He is just and compassionate. Therefore, I hope for the best for Halla and Salamander.
Please pass on my regards.
‘Face
Baby maintains a stock of Haas avocados and guacamole at all times. I don’t care for the stuff...it’s green. I don’t like the taste of “green.” My Mom puzzled at me once about that, so I explained it this way: You know the taste of broccoli? Cauliflower? The difference between the two is “green,” and I don’t much care for it. It’s what food eats.
(I make an exception for Granny Smith apples)
We spent last weekend cleaning out the “cat’s room” (aka “spare bedroom”), so we were both shot last weekend. We completely disassembled the bed and Baby shampooed the carpet, then we put risers under the bed to elevate it enough to put storage down there. The bedclothes were pretty cat-fur/dander infested, so we had a number of loads of laundry associated with that project, but it was worth it! We hadn’t been able to get at it and do it for a few years. Now, sleeping in there is no longer an asthma death sentence.
(We’ve been careful over the past few years to not get into a fight sufficient to require separate sleeping quarters out of fear of that room. Maybe the first marriage ever preserved by a dusty spare bedroom?)
Here’s a diddy that was on the Friday Silliness thread about catz and dawgs:
Story of Adam & Eve’s Pets
Adam and Eve said, ‘Lord, when we were in the garden, you walked with us every day. Now we do not see you anymore. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much you love us.’
And God said, I will create a companion for you that will be with you and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves.’
And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.
And it was a good animal and God was pleased.
And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.
And Adam said, ‘Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.’
And God said, ‘I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.’
And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.
And they were comforted.
And God was pleased.
And Dog was content and wagged his tail.
After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, ‘Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.’
And God said, I will create for them a companion who will be with them and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.’
And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.
And Cat would not obey them. And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat’s eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.
And Adam and Eve learned humility.
And they were greatly improved.
And God was pleased..
And Dog was happy.
And the Cat . . . didn’t give a crap one way or the other.
Yep, I saw that. but I believed way before it was composed. God gave us animals, and like the entire Earth, we have stewardship over the animals. It it up to us to care for them properly. Animal abuse is, to me, like child abuse. I can’t tolerate any of it.
And when we are given an animal, even for a short time, we must take the responsibility seriously.
I’m glad you have an allergy-free bedroom! My son preferred to take benedryl than to give up his critters. Now however, he has a wife and son. I don’t know if he still takes benedryl. ;o]
From TheOldLady (and other prayer warriors) to The Creator’s ear - Lord, Have Mercy.
“There’s a big square aluminum thing that says “Hybrid” on it so God know what goes on in there. “
It’s magic.
That’s what I tell everyone who doesn’t understand me when I am explaining how something works. It seems to satisfy their confusion.
I like your style! And so LOGICAL! ;o]
Any sufficiently incomprehensible technology is indistinguishable from magic.
(Bob's corollary to Clarke's Law.)
Three Canadians are walking together along the beach, one from Vancouver, one from Montreal, and one from St. John's. As they walked along, they happened upon a magic lamp. After rubbing the lamp, a genie appeared.
“I will give each of you one wish,” says the genie. “That’s a total of three wishes.”
So the Newfie says: “I am a fisherman, my dad’s a fisherman, and his dad was a fisherman, and my son will be one too. I want you to fill all the oceans full of fish.”
The genie waves his arms and *FOOM* the oceans were full of fish.
The Montrealer was amazed and says: "Being as the Quebecois's are a superior race, I want a wall around Quebec so nothing will get in.”
The genie waves his arms again and *FOOM* there was a wall around Quebec.
The Vancouverite says: “Tell me more about this wall you just created.”
The genie says: “Well it’s a kilometer high, a kilometer thick, and circles the entire province of Quebec. It’s impenetrable. Nothing can get in or out.”
So the Vancouverite thinks for a moment and then says: “Fill it up with water.”
Ummm... I hope you aren't in Quebec, fanfan....
I liked the joke better when Bush said, “Fill it with water.” Still, it’s funny!
You don't mean that he's allergic to wife and son do you... ;-)
Now that I've poked my head into the castle, I must return to the great outdoors where it is warm and sunny and various things are growing and or multiplying that I must attend to. A little Liquid Fence to tick off the Bambi's, a little garlic juice spray to discourage the ticks, and some Roundup to bless some nettles...
Chemistry is so much fun...
Makes me glad I got my warm, sunny outdoor Honey-Do work done earlier. It’s pushing 90 now, so I have to move to indoor toiling. Need to go get a hand-truck from Dad, maybe. Maybe we’ll pick it up on the way to Free Tacos!
Thank you so much, sweet lady.
P.S. My other friend, whom we discussed a bit ago, is doing just fine. Phew!
I don’t know what my son is allergic to at this point. Probably not his wife, but I think I am. *kof-kof*
It’s 82 here, no breeze to speak of, sunny skies, and most likely a C of C day, to be sure!
Too bad I don’t have a swim suit...I would head for the local pool and work on my figure and my tan and not necessarily in that order! (At my age, who cares about order?)
Sorry I’m not on here much but my hands are kind of full.
Halla is better but still has a head tilt and is not eating or drinking like she should.
I don’t know if she feels too nauseous or what.
I have given her Antivert in case her inner ear is bothering her.
I don’t know what else to do.
We’re still waiting to hear back from the vet who was supposed to confer with the neurologist to see what they want to do and when.
I’m terrified.
This is starting to remind of the lead up to hubby’s 3x bypass.
And, as I did back then, I’m starting to have panic attacks again.
Most of my time is spent with her in the bedroom, trying to keep her happy and offering her tasty treats to entice her to eat and then coming back in the living room to tend the other dogs’ needs.
Forgive me for not being talkative but it’s nature to crawl into a hole when I hurt.
Thank you all for the prayers.
We need and appreciate them very much.
It’s a scary time for us.
[will be cross-posted to her prayer thread]
Please, Sal...would you send me her symptoms, diagnosis and prognosis by FReepmail? I am so interested, but can’t help financially. Perhaps I can do something homeopathic that will help one or all of you.
‘Face
Check your mail
Thanks!
Which is why I skip over “this is how an electric motor works” and go straight to “forces you can’t understand make the car move.”
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