Dan Martinez
@hivehand
Geek, born to European parents. Speak Spanish and German. Grew up just outside Philadelphia; have lived in the Bay Area since the mid-90s. Exist mainly to care for and entertain dogs. Own way too many headphones.
Seb*, the orange guy, is inhumanly patient with Linda, his little adopted sister, who likes to cuddle up against him every chance she gets. * short for Sebastian
I absolutely agree with you, but am simultaneously reminded of a classic.
A zillion times this. We got a bonded pair, after decades of single cats, and they’re like a different species to me. Two gooberlings endlessly entertaining each other and everyone around them.
This is like watching someone take a flying kick to the chest that sends them *deep* into the ropes, and then getting hard-elbowed in the face on the rebound. www.newyorker.com/culture/q-an...
I thought of this scene every single time I heard the insufferable chuckle with which he expressed admiration for his own feeble wit.
I am pleased and/or sorry to inform you that resting on human shoulders is not limited to Torties. They are, in fact, perfectly normal. Or at least as normal as cats get.
I adopted these two goblins in August, and… same. I’m pretty sure it was the best thing I did all year.
Medicating a pet used to be a mix of trickery and wrestling: wrap the pill in something yummy and hope it works; force it in once they get wise. Then I discovered pill poppers: open the pet’s mouth, slip the popper in, drop the pill towards the back of the throat, and… done. Better for everyone.
Lastly, Cab, our little purr machine who likes to drape his arms over things.
Apologies if they’re old news to you, but: I discovered “pill poppers”, little syringe-like tools for administering pet pills, earlier this year, and they’ve proven complete and total game changers for me.
Have you ever seen the Geometry Wars games? They do a loving job of recreating all the glorious artifacts of color-vector graphics on high-resolution raster display: glowing auras, end-point hot-spots, etc.
Better yet, get one of these, attach it to his, ah, switch, tighten it using a screwdriver, and finally cover the evidence of his permatorture with a visually-pleasing controller. (Confession, I have several of these, and they’re actually very good.) residential.lutron.com/us/en/stand-...
What Lumen said. The tools typically look like this, with a pair of flat-bottomed wire loops. You slip the flat parts under opposing corners of the keycap, and pull straight up, sliding the cap off of the switch’s stem.
“Check out the work I did on the retina!” “You… put the wiring on the wrong side.” “I know. It looks cooler that way.” “That blocks the connections!” “Nah, I just added a hole they go through, and made everyone oblivious to it.” “Jesus.” “He’s working on higher-level pattern processing.”
Meanwhile, in Spain, they just use Unix. (“Unidad Extinctor”, extinguishing unit.)
Oh, thank God. It’s an enormous relief to know that I’m not the only person crazy enough to visit priceless archaeological treasures and then spend half his time photographing the local reptilian residents.
Meet Jake, whom we were going to care of for three weeks — eight years ago. Foster failures are the best.
Sometimes Cab decides that the seat’s back is too narrow for full-body loafing, and that True Slack can only be achieved by bracketing it with his front legs.