I’m sure he would say think you by cheeping sweetly, then hissing like an asthmatic snake.

I should make him pay rent!

Yes, I work from home, but he’s been to workplaces before, and nothing so boring as a simple office. My wife got him as a chick in college, and he still needed a little bit of syringe feeding, so for a week or two she took him to the restaurant where she was a server and got her manager to put him in the business office away from any food prep areas. I’ve known him since he was around 5, and I’m not entirely sure whether my being able to get him to fly to me made her jealous or made her love me more. Maybe both. :-)

He’s finally, in the last year or so, visually showing his age just a bit, though he’s still got the energy to molt and grow new feathers, and he’s also still loud and an active climber, although he doesn’t like to come out of his cage anymore, even when the door is open. “Flying” is also more “falling with style” these days, but he gets quite the attitude when he needs help to get back to the cage. I feel pretty good that we’ve still got a year or more with him, though you never really know with birds. I’m just glad his vain little self has decided to grace us with his presence for so long.

The best moment in our current house was the day a local hawk caught sight/ear of him through the cracked-open window, then perched on that black fence you can just see in the background, and finally lazily swooped in for an easy meal, only to thump into the “force field” of glass. Hawky boi was fine after a few minutes resting back on the fence, but I wouldn’t have thought you could identify “WTF” as a bird emotion before that day. He’s returned once, though he didn’t try the swoop again.

Why do you think I still live in Texas?

Judge for yourself.

When you had some hella good shareware to download, it was always such a letdown to hear the scratchy line downshift to a lower speed trying to find a stable connection.

This. For soft crumb American sandwich sliced bread, you want as little air circulation as possible, balanced only by not crushing the loaf. A bread box is a quaint place to toss the bread once you squish the air out, but without the bag it’s basically the same as the chaotic evil option.

Ghost pepper sky raisin.

I hope they got to the root of the problem.

1. Good. What a horrible person. “In the phone recordings, Ryan uses a anti-gay slur against David Coulter, the county’s highest elected official, who is gay. She also referred to Blacks in the U.S. as lazy. ‘I’m not systemically racist. I’m a new racist,’ said Ryan, who was first elected in 2010.”

2. I’m not sure schadenfreude and relief that some asshole finally found the limits of their insulation from consequences quite counts as “uplifting.”

Sorry. The poster says to give it the beans. 🤷

As a humanities major, it strikes me as a perfectly plausible title for an overpriced 4000-level or Masters degree text in Medieval Studies. Probably also accompanied by three other similar sounding texts and a xeroxed (or PDF’d, these days) packet of random essays assembled by the professor 15 years ago.

That anus paper has an anus.

Reminds me of the Old 97’s re-write of a Dylan tune.

If you die fearing God

And painfully employed

You will not go to heaven

You’ll go to Champaign, Illinois

They’re welcome to him. I suspect even for oil-loving Albertans, stupid tough-guy posturing is more appealing than the reality of Donald fuckin’ Trump actually being in charge of anything about your life.

Most of them are not good examples of the fine arts. Shit, the average town would just buy one from travelling salesmen who intentionally sold mass produced statues that had easily modified insignia and could be sold on either side of the Mason-Dixon line. The one in this story was just a carved obelisk from the early 20th century, probably from a tombstone yard in northeast Georgia.

If somebody ponied up for Auguste Rodin to do a Confederate statue, then okay fine let’s squirrel it away in the corner of a museum somewhere, maybe even from a lesser light like Charles Keck, but other than that you could adequately preserve the artistic and historical value of these things, even the ones of specific enslaving assholes, with a dozen examples in a storage unit somewhere, along with a flash drive holding 3D scans of the rest, and that’s presuming you actually got all the southern municipalities to agree to take them down.

Probably a nest up in the corner of the bus stop. The only time I’ve ever been dive-bombed was by some swallows when they had a nest up in the corner of the house’s porch.

Yup. I know cats can do better roaming free than most pets, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe for them, and it’s certainly not safe for the local bird population.

Yeah, I have no idea if this means something, or if Politics Gallagher there just brought out some props for “muh inflation” before smashing them with a sledgehammer.

It’s a Ford Aerostar, so the model year will be 86-97, but good luck figuring out which, or when the photo was taken.