Posted on 07/03/2014 11:39:53 AM PDT by skeptoid
Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.
Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.
(Excerpt) Read more at adn.com ...
Yup, just like a cat.
“While you’re up, can you grab me a catnip?”
And a softer chair ...
“An warm the new chair up for me too!”
“And I prefer YOUR pillow.”
“And fluffs it ups pleaaaaase?”
“Where my catnip mousie?”
Oh thank goodness, you finally fixed your tagline.
Yeah, mobile debice botched it up on me.
“Put da mousie on da pillow for me, please?”
Pampered cats, they do know who to bug.
Cats, children, even lizards can tell who will do stuff for you and who won’t.
I’m on vacation in Pennsylvania. I came across this story on my computer here.
I don’t even remember writing it. It doesn’t go anywhere, but you might enjoy reading it anyway.
* * *
“Do You Know Me?”
So I was watching out the window, looking away or moving away when the sun came around.
There were other things to do, but this was safe and it didn’t waste energy. Waiting could be a killer, they said. I had believed them, hoping to avoid Fate deciding to prove it to me.
Maybe that was what was happening. I was seeing things, so maybe I was just going crazy.
It seemed a little soon, but how long does it take, anyway?
So maybe I was crazy. Those little glimmers and flickers I was seeing out there, like curious fish drawn to the lights around my bathyscaph, were a perfectly normal phenomenon, that only I could see. Sure, that explained everything.
Except that I wasn’t in a bathyscaph. I was in a space capsule. And light or no light, there was nothing outside of the capsule except nothing, and the cold hard stars stabbing at me.
So those spectral glimmers that only I could see were inside my head, safe and warm, and not out in the cold, airless vacuum. Inside my head. No wonder no one else could see them.
“Do you know me?”
The glimmer/swimmer was just outside the window. No, it was inside my head and talking to me. Those were not eyes!
With its not-eyes it was looking around inside the capsule. The faintly darker spots in the not-face glimmer turned to me again.
“Do you know me?”
“No. I don’t know you. Who are you?” I didn’t speak. I dared not speak.
If I was crazy, they …
They wouldn’t let me look out the window. Maybe I shouldn’t look out the window.
“I don’t know.”
The not-eyes looked at me again.
“I don’t know who I am. I think I used to be somebody.”
“Isn’t everybody somebody?” I didn’t speak. If I could hear thoughts, I could speak thoughts, right?
“Who are you? Do I know you?”
“I’m Jerry Upton, senior geophysicist and lab technician on the Snidely Whiplash.”
“No, that doesn’t help. I’m not you, but I don’t know who I am.”
“Are you a ghost?” I looked around.
“A ghost? Oh, that’s good. Maybe I’m a ghost.” The glimmer rotated around. “What’s a ghost?”
“What you are, if you are one.”
“This is boring. I think I’ll go fly around a planet again. Do you know me?”
“No. I don’t think I know you. Maybe I do. Maybe I did. I don’t know.”
The glimmer looked at me with its not-eyes again, and started drifting away. I was boring.
I didn’t know what else to say. What was it? A ghost, a spirit, a soul? What could I say to it?
Who was it?
Hell, who am I?
Do you know me?
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NicknamedBob . . . July 30, 2012
Very enjoyable Bob. Thank You.
I had teenage brothers when I was in grade school so that by the time I got to junior high, I could gross out the boys. Yah. Like that.
Great news! My reward for being such a good kid during Busdaddy’s crisis du jour is a three month online membership to Weight Watchers. Whataguy! (I think he’s trying to tell me something!)
I appreciate it, though. It may be the answer to everything that troubles me about my diet. At least in a pinch, I can buy meals at Walmart.
I just need to learn more about the program. Do you know if they send “instructions” with an online membership? I didn’t see an awful lot of how-tos.
At any rate, I’m going to go buy a couple of meals and see if I can find my way through the site. I hope I don’t disappoint him. And I hope I don’t disappoint myself.
Once you get the information you need to log on to “eTools,” you’ll find all the guidance about the program under “My Tools.” I’ve always attended meetings, so I don’t know how the give out the startup information to online members.
I’ll muddle through. It’s the least I can do, since he showed unnatural generosity... ;o]
There was a grocery list online, so I printed it out. That’s the good thing. The bad thing is that I’m running out of ink so it began to fade toward the end of the page.
Ohwell.
He’s not going to take Jasmine. And to make things really bad, my niece is letting The Little Red Head’s dad take her, as the boys are going into the Job Corps and are headed to Reno soon. Niece Cornpone needs to move into a one-bedroom apartment. I feel so helpless...
LOL!
*tagline*
Under “My Tools,” there’s a series of links under “The Weight Watchers Program.” You can try “The Simple Start Plan,” or you can go to “Daily PointsPlus Target,” “Tracking,” and so on. You probably also should read “Tools How-Tos”. (So should I.)
Sorry about the Little Redhead’s moving away, but you’ll probably both be grateful there’s no dog when the next crisis blows in.
Kathleen had her nap early, but now she’s awake, so we’ll be off to the gym.
Busdaddy would never do this because he is currently armed.
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