I don't understand Tumblr. At all.

Read this - then you can be all cutting-edge and stuff....

E-Tomb, Social Networking From The Grave

E-Tomb is a design concept for a solar powered headstone that stores the deceased’s online presence which can then accessed via Bluetooth by visitors to grave.

I don't understand how fandoms move to tumblr, but it's great for stuff that's picspammy.

Tumblr and twitter seem to go well together. At least, I see a lot of links from people's tweets to their tumblr accounts.

I like the ones that are just pictures. Scrolling through pretty pictures is sometimes my speed, depending on the day.

yep. pretty pictures is what most of my tumblr feed is. i really need to start reblogging things. i don't know why i have an aversion. possibly because somehow a co-worker's son found me and started following me there and i'm not sure what to do with that. though maybe if i start reblogging pictures of pretty boys he'll go away.

I have a confession to make - I don't understand Tumblr. At all. Why it's there or what it does.

any blog could serve the same purpose it seems. do not get.

I am right there with you(s).

On War: Animals in War

Throughout military history, animals have gone to war alongside humans. Millions of horses, mules and donkeys died in World War I, as they carried the soldiers and artillery ammunition to the battle fields of Europe. “There was a great love and loyalty between the soldiers and the animals they worked with,” said registrar Toni M. Kiser, who created the exhibit “Loyal Force: Animals at War” at the National World War II Museum. During World War II, nearly 3,000 horses, provided by the Army Quartermaster Corps, enabled the shore patrol to cover more ground. “The U.S. Coast Guard used more horses than any other branch of the U.S. Military during WWII.” Most supplies and a great deal of artillery were still horse-drawn, and a mounted infantry squadron patrolled about six miles in front of every German infantry division. “These mounted patrol troops were referred to as the ‘eyes and ears of their units.’”

The Photos in this post include images from the Civil War to Iraq and Afghanistan.

There is a picture of a dead horse and a wounded dog that later died.

Also, I did not know that rats can be trained to sniff out landmines....

Wanna know something funny? I've kept one, for years, and I'm still on that bench with y'all. I didn't create it, though...I just click the widget("Lloyd, what's a widget?") and put clips from news stories on it. For all I know, it's powered by hamsters. ETA: In the spirit of never letting an opportunity go to waste, the tumblblog I took over from my ex-editor, Becky. [link]

As long as I'm coming clean, I don't understand delicio.us either. Is it the same thing, but with links?

The kitten situation developed even faster than I thought it would.

We got the call about 6:15 last night telling us that vaccines had been completed, tests had been completed (negative for both leukemia and FIV), and, oh, by the way, there are now two Siamese kittens. An 8-month-old seal point and an 8-week-old flame point. Oh, and also, they hadn't met before.

We went and got them. The seal point mewed pitifully all the way home, except when I put fingers in the carrier (Hubs was driving -- no safety issues there) and he'd rub up against them. The flame point, in another carrier, curled up and went to sleep.

We took them into the spare room and introduced them to each other. Within two minutes, they were dashing around the room playing together. By the end of the evening, the seal point was trying to get out to explore the rest of the house. Not a wise move, because Coco and Pearl (who think the spare room is theirs) were at the door trying to get in. The seal point did get out once -- Coco chased him into the bathroom, hissing and growling. (I'm not too worried -- Coco has a hair trigger with fear aggression toward strangers. By this morning, Coco and the seal point were sniffing curiously at each other through a crack in the door.)

Hubs slept in the spare room last night -- it's my turn tonight. He says both kittens snuggled up to him all night, once they stopped running around.

So it looks like we're up to six cats. I'm getting scared.