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.

WHATHEFUCK. The overnight snow totals just were given as 4-6". No. NononoNONONO. I've got a build tomorrow. I don't yet have my laptop set up to work from home (and I can't take it out of the building yet anyway.)

Goddamn. And today was batshit crazy, with flying monkeys and developers with really bad ideas and yeeeaaaAAAAHRG! SMASHSMASHSMASH.

I don't think the impala enjoyed the game.

This kind of proves Nutty's contention that she could take a cheetah.

This kind of proves Nutty's contention that she could take a cheetah.

If they're not hungry, anyway.

The impala looks like it's nuzzling the cheetah in one of those shots. The one where it's being licked looks very perilous.

Tomorrow is business formal at work. Suckage. I guess this is the flipside to drinking on the job yesterday. Big head honchos coming in from out of town, everyone has to dress up.