Posts by CrazyOldCatMan 6355 publicly visible posts • joined 6 Oct 2015
one of my dogs weighs 30+ kilos
At one point, we had to half-rotties - the GSD/Rottie was about 55kg and the Dobermann/Rottie about 40kg. My wife (who at the time was about 50kg - has now ballooned to a massive 53kg[1] - her height (153cm) hasn't changed..) was far, far outweighed by them when she took them for a walk.
Ah - the joys of both training and nose harnesses..
[1] She blames it on being over 55. I blame it on chocolate, cake and clotted cream..
Mine's the one with the chihuahua in the pocket
Real dogs[1] are also available..
(NewDog is a one year old rescue Podenco/Chiahuahua cross. He's very, very intelligent and very, very active. I'm somewhat knackered. The main problem with Chiahuahua dogs is the owners treating them like toys rather than dogs..)
obviously ought to use corgwn
Hmm.. the use of a breed known to be more snappy than other small breeds - what could go wrong?
(I like Corgi dogs - but their heritage as cattle-driving dogs that were bred and trained to nip at the heels of the cattle with their teeth in order to drive them along does seem to have left their mark on the breed..)
As for Yodel/Hermes
Pre-heart attack I used to buy copious boxes of wine[1] from a certain on-line wine supplier with whom I had a standing instruction that the delivery, if no-one was present, was to be left down the side of the house out of public view - which would have involved a walk of about 5 metres[2].
After the third delivery where they left the box on the front doorstep, in full view of people walking past[3] and the loss of two other boxes of wine[4], I made a formal complaint to the supplier.
The delivery company carried on leaving it on the front doorstep, I carried on complaining [5]. Eventually, the supplier got the hint and put me on their premium delivery scheme which meant it got delivered by Post Office Parcels. Who followed the delivery instructions..
[1] In this case, usually 12 or 14 bottles to a box. Which probably didn't help and may have been a contributary cause for the heart attack..
[2] And for the driver to actually read (or care about) the delivery instructions. Which were printed in easily-readable font just under the address on the box delivery label.
[3] The boxes were clearly labeled as being from a wine supplier and it wasn't hard to guess what they contained.
[4] Which the supplier replaced free of charge - thus costing them about £120 a time.
[5] And every complaint mean that the supplier sent me a £10 voucher - which over time probably paid for at least one box of wine.
your previous action has been wiping your bum
One assumes that there has been paper between your hands and the area being wiped.. Yes, I know that germs can get through the paper but, unless you hold it for ages afterwards, seepage[1] isn't going to be an issue..
[1] Unless you are wiping post-seepage from a particularly vicous curry of course.
Oh well, that which does not kill me makes me strong
Speaking from experience, that simply ain't true.
More accurate would be "that which doesn't kill me will ensure I have to take even more medication in order to survive long-term. And I'll still feel like crap in the morning when I wake up".
YMMV of course.
industrial magnet currently in the office to "scramble" the backup tapes
Past employer had an indusrial-strength crumbler machine (think very heavy rotating metal blades moving very fast, mounted in a cylinder with a slot at the top) that we used to chop up all sorts of things - including old hard drives.
They made a lovely noise while being cut up into fairly large crumbs. Ain't no-one getting data off those!
why they went to the expense of making single and double sided cases
Single-sided disks were often just double-sided ones where one side had failed verification[1]. If they left both access holes on those the manufacturers would run the risk of getting sued if the disk failed.
[1] Much like Intel used to (still does?) with CPUs - one they roll of the line they get tested. Any that have an issue with one of the cores get the dodgy core(s) disabled and sold as a lower-spec CPU.
women, generally being secretaries, were more likely to interact with computers
One much-hated director at Motorola was proud that he never actually had to use a computer - his PA would print off any emails/documents that needed his input, he would annotate and then she send the replies/updates out.
And when he was forced to have a computer, he managed to bork it thoroughly by install the AOL dialler[1] (which nuked our carefully-crafted dialup process) and then had the temerity to blame us for it. And nearly went postal when we rebuilt the laptop and lost all his Microsoft Money[1] files (which he hadn't told us about - we specifically told him that the rebuild would nuke any files he had created and he assured us that there were not any. And we had that in writing :-) )
[1] Corporate rules forbade employees to install anything on the laptops without explicit consent from IT - something he hadn't requested. If he hadn't been a director it could have been a sackable offence. Since he was a director, all that it lead to was a long and tense meeting with our site lead director during which all those nearby could hear the shouting. He was gone about a year later - one of the few exceptions to the Motorola rules of "we don't sack managers".
You could always smell her a mile off for sure!
I live with seven (and a dog). You don't smell cats on me because we actually look after ours (they all have easy access to the outside world and the cat trays we maintain for the two that don't like going outside get cleaned every day).
So your cat-person either doesn't care (ie - has no sense of smell) or doesn't look after the cats well.
Never enter an arsekicking contest with a porcupine
Or a mud-wrestling competition with a pig. You'll both get dirty and only[1] the pig will enjoy[2] it.
[1] OK - maybe not. But that's a whole other bag of fetishes[3]
[2] And also, most pigs come with big tetth and, despite not being carnivores, will eat just about anything and are not worried about biting whatever is annoying them.
[3] And not of the shamanistic kind.
They are out of control of their owners and I should be allowed to protect my property from them and kill the bastards
Two problems:
1. Under English Law, cats are not counted as domesticated creatures (unlike dogs who are counted as domesticated animals under the control of their owners) and thus the owners cannot be held liable for their actions (again, unlike dogs). You can, however, be prosecuted for harming a cat since they can be counted as property - so you are suggesting destroying someone else's property..
2. You need some lessons in balance and empathy. Do you really think that harming a living creature of any kind is an acceptable response to losing some seeds? There are ways of keeping cats out of your precious seedbeds but they actually involve you doing something and actually having a think about it.
Apparently cats forget the face of their owners
Given that cats seem to key more into the sound and scent[1] of their servants rather than their faces, this doesn't really surprise me. Lets not forget that cats are both scent *and* sight hunters - scent (and hearing) is used to get a coarse location and then sight is used for the final pounce.
[1] Our little ex-feral tortie will look at me like I'm a raging axe-murderer when I get home from work until I either speak to her or let her smell my hand. Then she relaxes and I get put back into the "provides food and warmth and occasional attention" category and she allows me to fuss her. Her brother does likewise.
CdeG
I remember my first time flying into there - my first thought on entering Arrivals was "what *is* that smell"?.
Having a somewhat sensitive nose[1] can be a pain at times and the Arrivals hall at CdeG was one of those. None of the other airports/train stations near Paris smell anywhere near as bad.
[1] Really bad eyesight, really good hearing and sense of smell.
This gives you a drainage system to get rid of excessive water
Or, as we've done here for generations, fired clay pipes with gaps along the upper side. They work nicely and don't have the problems associated with burying plastics..
(Search-engine-of-your-choice for "clay land drains". Laid with small gaps between the sections..)
contract by Morris because even after all that it didn't explode..
Oi! I'll have you know that our Morris Minor is a fine piece of kit![1] And I'm pretty glad that it hasn't exploded either..
[1] I use the word 'kit' as shorthand for '1950's engineering using agricultural suspension and costs a fortune every year to keep working and looking nice'. But t'wife loves it so who am I to argue? You can't fault her taste in the finer things of life - especially as she married me..
I mean, it was a spider..
Oi! Leave spiders alone - they are really, really useful little beasties[1]. Especially if one's home gets infested with clothes moths that laugh at the usual methods of controlling them.. (although the moth clap-dance still works but you usually get funny looks from guests when you charge round the room trying to kill them.)
[1] My wife classifies them into 'Henries' and 'Georges' - Henries are the long-leggedy ones with small bodies that lurk around the coving and eat mainly each other and Georges are everything else - especially house-spiders. And house-spiders don't get put outside in autumn because the cold will kill them, unlike wolf-spiders.
I was young I used to like to make hydrogen balloons and light them
We did this in chemistry at school (as a 6th form pupil anyway) - fill several 2 litre lemonade plastic bottles with hydrogen/oxygen mixture, arrange in the prep lab near where the 3rd-years[1] were having their chemistry lesson, open prep lab door and light all the bottles.
Why yes, we did get into trouble[2]. There's a reason why I failed my chemistry A-level.
[1] 13-14 year olds - so 8th grade? Anyway - they were (apparently) at the age of max screamage..
[2] But not as much as when we all managed to escape a physics lesson being delivered by the really, really unpopular physics teacher - one of us wound her up and then walked out screaming at her. She chased said pupil out the physics lab and the rest of us promptly left by the windows (physics lab was on the ground floor). I feel somewhat guilty about that one since she left shortly afterwards. But we really did future physics students a big favour.
I wouldn't try it with nitrate film..
We have a very big, very carefully-controlled archive for keeping that sort of stuff in. With quite thick internal walls between the various storage spaces (and, for really fragile stuff, a set of temperature-controlled airlocks that stuff can be put in when being taken out of the archive to minimise thermal shock. Don't expect to be able to get out fragile stuff in a hurry. And you really, really, really don't want to upset archivists - they get very protective of the stuff they look after and tend to lose their sense of humour about such things remarkably quickly..).
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