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Cake day: August 21st, 2024

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  • I don’t have a cat.

    I have a weird-ish cat that sometimes follows me on my walks. I’m his best friend when we’re hiking buddies. When I see him on the trail, he’s all meowing at me, rubbing up against my legs trying to get me to pet him. And if I stop petting him, he bites me. So that makes me think I’m special.

    But, if I happen to go over to my neighbor’s house (his owner), he won’t come near me. He runs off if I try to speak to him or coax him to come over to me.

    Till next time I see him on the trail, and we’re back to love bites and heavy petting.



  • Where I live, the indoor smoking bans started in the early 2000s. Before then, people that went to bars and clubs ended the night smelling like cigarette smoke whether they themselves were smokers or not. Sometimes even eating out at a restaurant would leave you smelling like a smoker. Back in those days, though, I was still so used to it that dealing with it was second nature.

    For most of my life the smell didn’t really bother me, but I’ve found that within the past 5 years or so it does.

    As a child, I guess I just grew up with it, so it didn’t bug me much. I hated being teased about it at school, which was a regular thing. I also used to hate how the tar would build up on the walls of our house to the point where it would form tear-like patterns. My parents kept an otherwise reasonably clean and tidy house, but for some reason THAT didn’t bother them, so periodically I’d spend a few hours scrubbing our walls to get rid of the stains and cut down on the smell a bit.


  • My parents ,much of my family, as well as most of their friends smoked indoors, in their cars, and even in restaurants. Despite living in near poverty for parts of my childhood, they chain smoked cartons of cigarettes a week. Must have been expensive.

    I wish I could say that they stopped smoking, but no. The worst part for them isn’t even the fact that they know that it has taken at least a decade or more off their lives. It’s the realization at how much they are missing out on near the end of their lives and how difficult it is living with debilitating health issues from smoking. They simply cannot do what other people their age take for granted.

    And to the title of the post: Yes, I was the kid in the car while my parents chain smoked cigarettes. Sometimes they rolled the windows down, though I’m not sure if that was better since it meant the ashes and red hot “cherry” would inevitably come flying back in and smack me in the face.


  • Why you peeing in that thing, bro? The two big arches ought to be enough for any halfway intelligent person to realize that you’re supposed to stick your buttocks there not your beanie-weenie. Dries out your logs so that they don’t make as big a mess when you pick them up to toss them into the sink.



  • My credit card offers virtual credit card numbers AND the ability to auto-lock the virtual numbers so you can set a date and after that the number will not accept new charges.

    I make sure to use a virtual card number for everything subscription based, then I immediately set the auto-lock feature to expire in a few days (give the initial charge time to clear but still plenty of time before the subscription would otherwise renew).

    Some subscription services make it super tough to cancel. This method fixes that issue for the most part. Some subscription services terminate immediately once you cancel the subscription, even if you still have “time left” otherwise. This way you don’t really have to formally unsubscribe. It’s easy peasy pumpkin breezy as the common folk like to say.