The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: I'm tired of publishing times as well!

Our dog (70+ pounds) loves to catch the ball thrown near her, but she's older and refuses to chase after it anymore when she misses.

However, our male cat (15 pounds) LOVES to play fetch, jumping up in the air like a volleyball player to spike the ball with one paw or like wide receiver to catch with both paws. He scrambles and chases when he misses and it's a fun show.

The problem is that the dog uses tennis balls and the cat uses little cloth balls or play mice. When the cat gets tired of playing, he'll take his little ball or toy mouse to the much bigger dog who will, almost always, chew it up.

Without a ball to play with, the cat often steals a sock from the laundry basket and carries it around like a ball, sometimes leaving it for his buddy the big dog, who often chews it up....
Our dog does that with shoes when we get home! He steals 'em and runs😂
 
Chances are he'd gotten away with it many times before and your adoptive father put an end to it. Not that it's a consolation to what you experienced, and his punishment was weak in comparison to his crime.

I think we've discussed this vaguely before, but our situations weren't terribly different.

And we should probably not derail this thread with "depressing" stuff like, you know, real life experiences that aren't all glowy and happy making. It makes people uncomfortable to accept that some people had a shitty start in life.

I think we're both in much better situations now, though.
Both of you, say what you need to say. We don't mind. Some of us probably wish we could say something empathetic. 💔 For both of you
 
I completely agree.
Chances are he'd gotten away with it many times before and your adoptive father put an end to it. Not that it's a consolation to what you experienced, and his punishment was weak in comparison to his crime.

I think we've discussed this vaguely before, but our situations weren't terribly different.

And we should probably not derail this thread with "depressing" stuff like, you know, real life experiences that aren't all glowy and happy making. It makes people uncomfortable to accept that some people had a shitty start in life.

I think we're both in much better situations now, though.
 
@Statius -- Don't worry about sympathy or empathy; we all know everyone has bad things in their lives.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
 
@Statius -- Don't worry about sympathy or empathy; we all know everyone has bad things in their lives.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
That is a beautiful poem.
 
@Statius -- Don't worry about sympathy or empathy; we all know everyone has bad things in their lives.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
For some reason it feels like a response of sorts to 'Elegy Written In A Country Church Yard'.
 
My wife bought me quite a nice whiskey, from Wales. I'd had Welsh whiskeys before, but I didn't like them, so this was a very pleasant surprise.
Hubby loves whisky and I am always looking for presents for him.
So what is the name and was it good?

AND, is it ok to eat a Mars bar you found under the seat in the car? It’s probably really old since you don’t remember buying it.
Asking for a friend.
 
AND, is it ok to eat a Mars bar you found under the seat in the car? It’s probably really old since you don’t remember buying it.
Asking for a friend.
Tell your friend a classic Mars Bar is a thing to slowly treasure as they consume it. Assuming it's still in its wrapper...
 
Hubby loves whisky and I am always looking for presents for him.
So what is the name and was it good?

AND, is it ok to eat a Mars bar you found under the seat in the car? It’s probably really old since you don’t remember buying it.
Asking for a friend.
I asked ChatGPT. It said maybe. :)
 
@Statius -- Don't worry about sympathy or empathy; we all know everyone has bad things in their lives.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
I wonder how many CW singers would be "dirt poor" if they were prohibited to sing sad songs?
 
But would those make them rich? If course if they were dirt poor they'd have something sad to write about. Or maybe I'm just biased against CW.
 
My wife decided to hire a tree company to take down five rather large trees yesterday. When asked if she wanted them to haul the logs out she said "No. My husband will split them all for firewood.". Then she added a sixth tree.

I have the 18-24 inch wide logs for about three or four cords of wood to split. And my log splitter only handles 5 inch wide logs.

I have my weekend's work with an axe, wedge, and 4 pound hammer just starting!

Edit: When the tree guys were leaving, I pointed to the pile of logs saying "I've got my work cut out for me. But I tell the wife 'I do it for the blowjobs!'"
 
@Statius, When I am dead, my dearest was written by Christina Rossetti. I heard it performed by Jonathan Frid on his website Frideriocous.somethingoranother. He originally performed it on Dark Shadows, the TV series soundtrack.

And in keeping with the theme of the thread, no AI was used, consulted, or even thought about in either the creation of the poem or Mr. Frid's interpretation.
 
@Statius, When I am dead, my dearest was written by Christina Rossetti. I heard it performed by Jonathan Frid on his website Frideriocous.somethingoranother. He originally performed it on Dark Shadows, the TV series soundtrack.

And in keeping with the theme of the thread, no AI was used, consulted, or even thought about in either the creation of the poem or Mr. Frid's interpretation.
I would never have thought otherwise! About the AI thing... I only bring it up as a joke. Offending or accusing people or antagonizing isn't what I'm into, so I hope I did not offend you. I have a collection of her works, gonna look that poem up.
 
My wife decided to hire a tree company to take down five rather large trees yesterday. When asked if she wanted them to haul the logs out she said "No. My husband will split them all for firewood.". Then she added a sixth tree.

I have the 18-24 inch wide logs for about three or four cords of wood to split. And my log splitter only handles 5 inch wide logs.

I have my weekend's work with an axe, wedge, and 4 pound hammer just starting!

Edit: When the tree guys were leaving, I pointed to the pile of logs saying "I've got my work cut out for me. But I tell the wife 'I do it for the blowjobs!'"

Anywhere near you rent log splitters?
Not that I want to deny you a good workout.
 
Well, I watched it, beginning to end, with my Father over several years. We'd binge a few hours a night for a week or two, and stop watching for a month or two. Strange story, loved it.
I used to scoot home from school and stop at a buddies house to watch that show ... first run.
 
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