No concerned with what other guys do, but I can't see myself ever dyeing my own hair, on my head or my beard either. I have a little silver coming in on the sides and my beard and moustache have gone blonde/white in front, but still red on the cheeks.
If this radical colour change continues, I'll be shaving it all off until it's all the same shade of grey.
You know, he really was an intelligent little critter, I couldn't get the three dogs I had throughout my life to do the things he did, let alone do the things he did on his own.
Mike and Sarah, the previous "owners" could't believe the way we had bonded, yet couldn't deny it, being there to see it all, over the course of just over a half a year.
Yeah, that's the sad thing, it wasn't the dog's fault, but the owner's, yet I can't help but feel that the dog shouldn't be around. What if it was someone's kid, a Great Dane taught to kill anything and everything smaller than they are might not differentiate between a child and a "creature" when it's frenzied.
The responsibility falls on to the dog's owner, 100%, and even though she said she would never take him off her property again, how do you trust a dog like that.
Anyway, that's Ping, and who says that cats can't be trained. I could get him to perch on a chair and stick his tongue out for the camera.
It does take a bit of a twisted view to see any animal as being all bad, or "evil", and there are laws here in Canada to prevent cruelty to animals.
I understand that there have been a number of creatures introduced into Australia that weren't native, so they're at an advantage in the food chain, in a way. There's still no reason to think of them all in the same way, or to destroy them indescriminately.
I was given a Siamese cat several years ago, or rather he adopted me as his "food guy" and wouldn't have anything to do with his "owners" anymore. His name was Ping, and his brother's name was Pong.
I was on a jobsite on and off for a couple years and he showed up one day and we hit it off, then he followed me around like a dog would. It didn't matter if I was going up a ladder, he came up, although I'd have to carry him down or he'd start freaking out on the roof.
He slept with me every night for months, went wherever I did, followed me, and even wanted to leave the site when I went home on my days off. We grew to appreciate each others company, so I said I'd take him. One weekend I went home, and prepped the place for him to come with me the next time I had days off, spent the money to get him what he needed to come live with me.
I showed up the following week to discover Ping was no longer alive. Some a**hole woman with a hate-on for cats had a Great Dane that she trained to kill anything and everything that came on to her property had visited the site that weekend.
Ping grew up with other cats and dogs, so he had no fear of them, nor did he go out killing anything else that wandered around either. So, this dog had no trouble getting near him when he figured it was "play time" and chewed him up, leaving him alive for a couple of days to die alone while hiding away from everyone and everything, in fear, and in pain. The guy that owned the house heard him right up until Monday afternoon, making noise, then it stopped.
I can not express in words the range of emotions I felt that day when I showed up at the site, but I am thankful I wasn't there when it happened.
Had a couple pints with two Irish friends on Thursday, and they tasted pretty damn good. We just don't seem to see each other as often as we used to, so it's nice when it happens.
For Sol.....
"soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, my reasoning is not." — Charles Bukowski (Love is a Dog From Hell: Poems, 1974-1977)
Nah, I'm not blaming the site, I just have less interest than I used to, and that's only partially because of some of the crap that goes on. Nobody likes to see what coule be a decent thread Jackalised, but I can always ignore them too.
Life's busy, time's short, and there's beer out there!
I still say what I want if I feel like it, I just don't usually bother as much anymore. Life's life, and this place isn't as good of an escape as it used to be.
It's been a long time since I've heard that tune. It brings back memories of my childhood/teen years, hanging out in my dad's neighbour's garage building hot rods and doing restoration work on old cars. Ron played all the old country greats, even some of their gospel stuff, and sadly he's gone too. \
So, what is it that you're trying to argue then? Or are you just trying to argue for the sake of arguement alone.
Freddy tried to blame the Navy, I refuted that claim, end of story. Then you roll in and attempt to twist things into some sort of conspiracy that the Bush administration was trying to dupe the American public by putting up a banner.
RE: boring old "cliches" and words the cheese you off
True, gotta love those late night snacks that travel with you.