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dragonlady7holy shit, dude. Apple is like ten years behind the times coming up with a two-button mouse like FINALLY (I had to buy me a scrollwheel mouse that says "microsoft" on it to go with my shiny new iMac, is how bad things got. I mean seriously) but, like with most things, it ain't doin' nothin' by half.
Anybody got $50 to drop, I could use me one of these. *drools*
And this? This is sad. This landmark decision couldn't have been made on someone's deathbed about like, health insurance coverage or like child visitation rights or something heart-wrenching like that. No. Because, while from a legal standpoint, I agree, all I can really say is, you got you an $18k membership and you're bitching about a $75 greens fee? Bitch please.
But, I mean, somebody had to take it to court, and the country-club set is the kind that can afford the court, so good for all the little heartwrenchers out there who don't have to. I guess. But still. Bitch please.
Both links courtesy of Z, who actually surfs the Internet: I just look at links people (mostly him) send me.
But he won't take me out for pistachio frozen custard, and I am sulking. But not too much: Hershey bars were on sale at Wegman's & I got a smores-pak of 'em. I may just go eat one. Shut up! I'm skinny! I can eat a damn chocolate bar if I want!!
Also: have finally set up computer. it's on the sunporch again. Z said maybe he'd just get me a desk for my birthday rather than a cheap used laptop. But I have three desks, and use none of them... I just don't think humans were meant to sit at desks. They don't please me. I must lounge to use my computer. I prefer to be horizontal or as near to as possible. At Z's mom's house I started out on her computer desk, and moved to lie on the bed, and wound up on the floor with the dog. Comfiest spot. (Right in front of the a/c vent.)
Z's mom is home safe and sound from San Diego, having discovered whilst there that she is not, in fact, allergic to the cats there (Z's sister and her husband live out there with their two black cats, Venus and Milo. Milo originally had another name but nobody remembers it now; Z dubbed him Milo and it stuck.): no, she was allergic to the old wall-to-wall carpeting that they ripped out since her last visit. Hallelujah! Milo was free to sleep on her face, and loved every moment. You know how cats are with people they suspect might be allergic. Snick gives Z face-lovies and makes him sneeze every time we visit my folks. Awww, Snick. I'll see him in ten days!! New Schedule Manager Chickie gave me Fri & Sat off so I can see my folks!! I am so psyched.
Anybody got $50 to drop, I could use me one of these. *drools*
And this? This is sad. This landmark decision couldn't have been made on someone's deathbed about like, health insurance coverage or like child visitation rights or something heart-wrenching like that. No. Because, while from a legal standpoint, I agree, all I can really say is, you got you an $18k membership and you're bitching about a $75 greens fee? Bitch please.
But, I mean, somebody had to take it to court, and the country-club set is the kind that can afford the court, so good for all the little heartwrenchers out there who don't have to. I guess. But still. Bitch please.
Both links courtesy of Z, who actually surfs the Internet: I just look at links people (mostly him) send me.
But he won't take me out for pistachio frozen custard, and I am sulking. But not too much: Hershey bars were on sale at Wegman's & I got a smores-pak of 'em. I may just go eat one. Shut up! I'm skinny! I can eat a damn chocolate bar if I want!!
Also: have finally set up computer. it's on the sunporch again. Z said maybe he'd just get me a desk for my birthday rather than a cheap used laptop. But I have three desks, and use none of them... I just don't think humans were meant to sit at desks. They don't please me. I must lounge to use my computer. I prefer to be horizontal or as near to as possible. At Z's mom's house I started out on her computer desk, and moved to lie on the bed, and wound up on the floor with the dog. Comfiest spot. (Right in front of the a/c vent.)
Z's mom is home safe and sound from San Diego, having discovered whilst there that she is not, in fact, allergic to the cats there (Z's sister and her husband live out there with their two black cats, Venus and Milo. Milo originally had another name but nobody remembers it now; Z dubbed him Milo and it stuck.): no, she was allergic to the old wall-to-wall carpeting that they ripped out since her last visit. Hallelujah! Milo was free to sleep on her face, and loved every moment. You know how cats are with people they suspect might be allergic. Snick gives Z face-lovies and makes him sneeze every time we visit my folks. Awww, Snick. I'll see him in ten days!! New Schedule Manager Chickie gave me Fri & Sat off so I can see my folks!! I am so psyched.
