The source of overpriced pizza for a vast swath of yuppies across Massachusetts has filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy. I suppose it was just a matter of time. Now, for those of you with memory as good as mine*, that means that the company Kelly and I don’t like much anyway because of the way they treat their employees** is having yet more problems.
*That is code for my memory is actually pretty bad. Awful, in fact.
**And their prices. And their terrible tomato sauce.
That was the name of the black tailed prairie dog that I worked with for years in my museum job. She passed away a few years ago at a good old age, but I still miss her. She was a bit pudgy even by prairie dog standards, but she was a cute little thing.
She loved to snack on nuts of different types, she was always amusing on stage when taken out for educational programs for kids and adults alike, and she loved her chin scritches. She was full of personality, quite content to tell you to bugger off when she didn’t want to be bothered, loved to make up her own comfy sleeping spaces, and was a little tyrant when she felt like it. I learned a lot about prairie dogs because of her, so when I received the following email from the HSUS I knew that I needed to talk about it, and talk about Clayton, here.
We’ve all seen the photos that float around on the internet. They show soldiers in Afghanistan or Iraq with their German Shepherds curled up together after a long day of work. The MP off duty with helmet for a pillow, her dog sitting dutifully by her side.
What you may not know is that the military currently classifies these animals as “equipment” and that when their working careers are over there is no guarantee that they’ll end up adopted or go home with their handlers.
No, not Black Cat Awareness Month, Black Cat Appreciation Month. Just ask Geoff how much he likes the phrase “raising awareness“. Go ahead ask him, I’ll wait.
This was in my inbox from Ultraviolet. They have a petition going and everything. There’s not much to be said that I can say better than they’ve said. Take a look, sign it, add your question and add your voice.
Sigh.
Is stupid contagious? I am starting to wonder.
Continue reading “Trickle-down economics? No. Trickle-down dumb? Maybe.”
Lately things have been a little crazy around here. I have been running at full tilt to get a lot of work done for a lot of different places, getting less sleep than I should, while generally getting very frustrated with the world. And recovering from pneumonia. As there have been a plethora of oddly appropriate animal macros floating around on the web (most from ICHC), I’m going to use them to help explain my story.
I have to admit that I’d never heard of Hobby Lobby until the first time I went to Alabama with Geoff. The first time I actually laid eyes on one I started laughing. I couldn’t believe that someone would actually name their store something that utterly ridiculous. It turns out that’s not the limit to their ridiculousness.
Continue reading “Hobby Lobby and Women as 2nd class citizens”
I am not a Morning Person. I never have been and I never will be. I have sometimes managed to pretend to be one for some of the jobs that I’ve held, but it’s never lasted very long. The reality is, I hate Morning People.
Continue reading “With apologies to some of you for whom this is true”
Geoff and I don’t have a lot of money. This means that when we need something I tend to spend a lot of time looking to find the right item at the right price and the right quality. That way we don’t have to replace it in 10 minutes and we end up with what we need. Sometimes this is harder to do than other times.
The Books are Taking Over... 