I have never seen my cat so incensed. Heard what sounded like a mild cat fight, went outside, tried tracking the sound, took me a bit to find them at the far end of the drive rolling around on the ground, my girl and the neighbors cat. Usually I can scoop them up or at least shoo them back to the house. She hissed at me every two feet and wouldn't let me touch her for half an hour and stalked the door, completely seeing red and wanting to get back out and kick ass. Noticed blood on the floor. Not much. Just a couple of dime-sized dots. Still can't really palpate her. She's got a nick on her ear that's congealing, but I can't find anything else yet. Texted the neighbor to make sure they check their girl out for war wounds. I have no plans of making them pay my vet bills if they become necessary, but am suddenly paranoid that they may not be so kind if their cat needs to see the vet.

How does that work, with animals and no one knows who the agressor is? We've lived over a year on the property with our outdoor cats and never had a problem. This is the first winter mine have been cooped up, and this is the winter theirs has had a little brother

This seems apropos, a thread of untranslatable phrases, many of them swears: [link]

e.g. "Just the other day I encountered 'backpfeifengesicht' which i was told means something like 'a face in need of slapping.'"

Today was a total wash for me. A complete waste of time. Blah.

My monitor just stopped working. I think it's time to go home.

My boss announced my involvement in a new project to the CIO, and she said "Yay!" Actual "Yay!" was said. I'm all verklempt.

New boss is bitching and whining about the soul-sucking ED. I want to commiserate, but I'm all "honey, preaching to the choir, been there, had the joy sucked out of me already, old news". I really want to be sympathetic, but after a year and change, it's unfortunately like "what's new?". I am so broken and defeated and resigned. At first I was all excited because she didn't think I was insane for hating our boss. Now I just feel bad that I'm over it and she's breaking down.

We should get Rio back into the thread. She could show us some Grade-A cussing.

I got a tiny bit accomplished today. I spent way too much time worrying about whether I'm perjuring myself, but I'm now pretty sure that I'm not. And filled out the forms that had me worried. And got some stepping stones placed in the backyard.

That looks like more than a tiny bit, now. Nice!

Eta: FUCKOS

Timelies all!

Am amused by the cursing discussion.

But when I do, I'm either 1. not thinking of god at all. 2. thinking about Mark Twain's quote that cursing is the best prayer ever, cause it's so sincere. But if I say "Jesus!" I'm usually not thinking of The Big J.C.

I can see people being really offended by it and wanting not to hear it in a workplace. Actually, especially when it's not "meant to be offensive." It's sort of like how I don't think most people mean to feminize all of their insults like bitch and whore. Or really mean anything against specific gay people when they use gay as a synonym for shitty. They don't actively mean it but they are the reason these things are still, for the most part, accepted.

That said, I have a terrible vocabulary and default to terms that are certainly offensive to some. I might not edge the fucks out of my vocab, but I am actually trying to religiously tinged ones out. Because if I am going to cringe when I hear young boys calling each other a little bitch, I should stop saying Jesus Christ. Because no offense meant doesn't always equal that no offense was felt.

I apologised sincerely, assuring them I hadn't intended to slip anything in through the back door. Signed off with "Roger and out". They complimented me on my courtesy.

Bwah!

Those would be a totes nutritional dinner, right?

Yes. If you wait for me to get there.

I baked my prepackaged lasagna for 10 minutes more than the instructions said and the damn thing was still cold when I took it out of the oven. FUCKOS!

Many years ago I spent a month climbing in Thailand, and I met a bunch of Norwegian climbers who had great fun teaching me & my friend how to swear in Norwegian.

Now all I can remember is "fitte-kittie" and "hellavurtur". I have no idea how they're spelled or what they mean, but apparently they're very bad.

I still use "hellavurtur" sometimes.