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My Dad died within a week of Johnny Cash and John Ritter, so I always think of them when I remember my Dad dying.

I'm slow - huh?

Thanks, Bastet!

"Heart failure" can be a bit of a dodge - not always, but sometimes it's like saying someone died of cardiac arrest, which is kind of the definition of death outside of a hospital. When someone says "They died of cardiorespiratory arrest", my usual response is, "Damn, don't that get us all?" and then wonder what caused that cardiorespiratory arrest.

The Devil's Donuts? I laughed at that.

Here ya go. Those kids have some serious rage face. The commercial was bad enough when it was just the brothers driving, but now the whole family is in on the aggression. Woot - Christmas at Grandma's must be fun.

LOL, right!

No, 2016 seems to be a pretty clueless bitch.

I know, right? I knew the word innuendo, but hadn't a clue how to pronounce it, since no one in my circle used that word. I was pronouncing it (in my head) as "in wayn doh" until I finally heard it on a TV show and figured out that was the word I was mispronouncing.

Joey Boots, Howard Stern personality, has died. http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/joey-boots-howard-stern-show-personality-dies-nyc-article-1.2922040

Still laughing at that, Sandman!

Yeah, I get the idea he looks crusty, but he's really not. Like the Ocean Spray old guy, who does the voice-overs for Too Cute.

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Tony? Obie? Clio? :)

LOL, I've heard that before. I've also heard you should decide if the sound of them eating is something you can put up with for the rest of your life. Heh.

Wet patch? Do you have another animal who could be licking him? I have to confess, I feed the girls BB Rabbit because it's an unusual flavor that seems closer to what they'd eat if they were ferals hunting for themselves. If they had mouse flavor, I'd probably try that, too, but they really like the rabbit. They also split a 3 oz can of wet food daily. It's the cat equivalent of junk food/crack (FF Exquisite Medleys), but has little chunks of carrot, tomato, spinach and rice. They gobble it down. I'm probably the sucker consumer they're aiming those commercials at - I make sure they have food before I shop for myself with what's left of the food budget.

Interesting! I see they have cat food, too.

I just think that elf is as creepy as a clown. And I hated clowns even before weirdo creepers started showing up in public freaking the shit out of people.

Although flags can flap forwards or backwards... It makes a little more sense now. So are the patches different on the right and left sleeves? I never noticed before.

I don't understand this. When I see a flag on a flagpole, the stars are on the upper left (not leading), but on a uniform, it looks backwards with the stars on the upper right.

Umm, that's not an alliteration, Hollywood Reporter. Semi-rhymey, maybe.

Or, when my beloved kitty, Imp, died much too young, a coworker got all excited and blurted out "Ooh! My sister-in-law has a cat she's trying to get rid of!" She still has no idea how close she came to getting slapped (and me fired for doing it). I fixed her with an icy stare and said, "My grief is not an "opportunity" for you!" Carolyn here. I've been called Caroline, Carol, Karen(!), etc. I've corrected them and some of them just can't be arsed to learn my name. I refuse to answer to those other names now. One new coworker, upon being introduced, just started calling me Carrie. I did give him a verbal slap-down for that, but he looked offended and said he was trying to be friendly. GAH! Here's an idea - if you want to be well thought of by me, try calling me by the name I've told you to call me! And I have a naming story, too. My Dad wanted to name me Maggie, but Mom thought it was too close to the name of his sister, Marjorie (also called Margie). And Mom couldn't stand Aunt Margie (loud, opinionated and never wrong - heh), much less have her think she'd named a child after her. They still hadn't agreed on a name by the time I was born, and Mom's cousin Carolyn was the nurse at my delivery, so... It actually had nothing to do with me also working in a hospital (pediatric respiratory therapist), but it's funny how that turned out.

Those things are actually pretty neat. People walking their dog at night can have reflective strips on their clothing, so this is just the dog version of that.

That thing's a veritable Rorschach test! I thought it looked like either an "M" or two figures leaning toward each other. Also, did we ever see it again after Jay was voted out? For some reason, I thought it was Hannah. But I've already deleted it, and I'm not sure it's worth the hassle of watching it on Xfinity OnDemand since you can't fast-forward to the relevant bits.

Little shit - get your own drink. And make it non-soda once in a while! And get off my lawn!