They did back down on the Who Dat? thing at least.

That reminds me. Beagle Saints fan. [link]

Also Buddy and Bobby's Men in Dresses parade [link]

I have been in bed with the flu for 3 days. Thought I was better, but after taking a shower I am feeling sick again. Ready for this to be over now.

Oh, and ita, remember how we were talking about contractors not being able to work from home? I went in Monday sick to take care of a spreadsheet that had to be done for a 10am meeting.

I went in Monday sick to take care of a spreadsheet that had to be done for a 10am meeting.

See, we shouldn't do that. It's just not sensical. There should be a "well, it sucks, but so-and-so's health was more important than the work product."

But I totally get you, and I'm sorry you schlepped in unwell.

If Pete starts hearing "oooh, Appalacia is SO GOTH! We MUST GO! I can have a CASTLE on a MOUNTAIN and the old mine beneath is where I'll keep my gilded cages of pretty people. And My Chem can have a practice space there because its like the Batcave." he's going to kill me.

I would rest easier knowing Pete was keeping a benevolent, looming eye on my old neighborhood.

Jilli and Cass could be a team of crack investigators... skulking around at night... finding little gothlings to help them break in to locked places with wee openings... and then SETTING WATER ON FIRE.

WRT to the school drop off discussion: I drive Franny to school because her school is over 2 miles from our house. There's no school bus for non-resident students like herself, and she can't walk there, driving seems like our only option. That said I do realize Allyson's point was more the annoyance of parents driving high schoolers, who should be capable enough to take the bus all by themselves.

Also, in the afternoon/evenings, we would be shoo'd outside to play until dinnertime- we'd generally roam around the neighborhood as we pleased, for hours.

This was us, as well. I've mentioned before about our call home was my dad stepping out of the front door and whistling, which we could hear for a three block radius of the house, including all the way to the park. Dad was the only one who did that whistle in the neighborhood, so we knew it was dinnertime.

See, we shouldn't do that. It's just not sensical. There should be a "well, it sucks, but so-and-so's health was more important than the work product."

I totally would have just let it go, but there's a newish process we've developed to make sure all requests have a go live date, and I think I'm the only one who gets cc'd on everything. Therefore, if I don't do the sheet, something is likely to get missed.

But hey, their network is protected, even if my health isn't.

Yikes, that Kos poll is giving me hives.

I love that I so often know the answer to the Wait Wait Don't Tell Me "Bluff the Listener" game because of something linked here.

Dogs and cats will be living together any day now....

Pictured: Three cheetahs spare tiny antelope's life... and play with him instead

Hello little antelope, would you like to play with us?

Coming from three deadly cheetahs, it's the kind of invitation that's best refused - but amazingly, this impala escaped unscathed from its encounter.

Luckily for the youngster, it seems these three male cheetahs simply weren't hungry.

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'At one point, they met a group of impala who ran away. But one youngster was not quick enough and the brothers caught it easily.'

These extraordinary scenes followed, as the cheetahs played with the young impala the way a domestic cat might play with a ball of string.

'They knocked it down, but then they lost interest,' said Michel. 'For more than 15 minutes, they remained with the young antelope without doing anything other than licking it or putting their paws on the impala's head.'

Even more extraordinarily, this story has a happy ending - after one tense moment when it looked as though one cheetah would bite the impala on the neck, the youngster ran away.