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Sociology > Depression |
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"Alan Harding" |
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09 Oct 2004 12:52:08 AM |
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I feel funny |
Stupid pills. Stupid sleep. Stupid depression. Stupid me.
I think I'll watch a film on this PC, that'll show Nelly who's boss.
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The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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| User: "lisa in mass." |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
09 Oct 2004 11:44:59 PM |
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Alan Harding wrote...
Stupid pills. Stupid sleep. Stupid depression. Stupid me.
I think I'll watch a film on this PC, that'll show Nelly
who's boss.
sorry you weren't feeling great, alan. did the film help?
-lisa
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| User: "Alan Harding" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
10 Oct 2004 01:39:41 AM |
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In message <Xns957E793260D6mccatsjavanetcom@130.133.1.4>, lisa in mass.
<mccats@rcn.com> writes
Alan Harding wrote...
Stupid pills. Stupid sleep. Stupid depression. Stupid me.
I think I'll watch a film on this PC, that'll show Nelly
who's boss.
sorry you weren't feeling great, alan. did the film help?
It might have done, if I'd been able to get as far as deciding. Today
feels better - normally tired and depressed, not like yesterday's
overload.
--
The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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| User: "GlennT" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
09 Oct 2004 02:21:04 AM |
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Alan Harding wrote:
Stupid pills. Stupid sleep. Stupid depression. Stupid me.
I think I'll watch a film on this PC, that'll show Nelly who's boss.
Does Nellie dribble when she's content? Gypsy does and it's
disgusting. The cats are seeing spring as a bird killing season.
We have removed cat door entry privileges accordingly.
GlennT
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| User: "Alan Harding" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
09 Oct 2004 08:41:40 AM |
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In message <AjM9d.11478$JQ4.737156@news.xtra.co.nz>, GlennT
<ask.me@noname.com> writes
Alan Harding wrote:
Stupid pills. Stupid sleep. Stupid depression. Stupid me.
I think I'll watch a film on this PC, that'll show Nelly who's boss.
Does Nellie dribble when she's content? Gypsy does and it's disgusting.
The cats are seeing spring as a bird killing season. We have removed
cat door entry privileges accordingly.
Don't all cats dribble when they're in ecstasy? We did well for birds
this year, one dead, and one so alive it flew away on its own. Stopping
the cat door would mean litter trays. We'd rather have prey.
Having tried and utterly failed to nap, I now have to decide on a film.
If I'm really good, I'll decide what to watch just before I decide I
can't possibly stay awake any longer.
--
The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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| User: "GlennT" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
11 Oct 2004 01:25:28 AM |
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Alan Harding wrote:
In message <AjM9d.11478$JQ4.737156@news.xtra.co.nz>, GlennT
<ask.me@noname.com> writes
Alan Harding wrote:
Stupid pills. Stupid sleep. Stupid depression. Stupid me.
I think I'll watch a film on this PC, that'll show Nelly who's boss.
Does Nellie dribble when she's content? Gypsy does and it's
disgusting. The cats are seeing spring as a bird killing season. We
have removed cat door entry privileges accordingly.
Don't all cats dribble when they're in ecstasy? We did well for birds
this year, one dead, and one so alive it flew away on its own. Stopping
the cat door would mean litter trays. We'd rather have prey.
Oh no, they can get out, they just can't get back in with their
trophy. Bird life is not the issue. We have about three or four
thousand birds on or around our property and the numbers are not
even dented by our cats' efforts. It is the feathers...
Having tried and utterly failed to nap, I now have to decide on a film.
If I'm really good, I'll decide what to watch just before I decide I
can't possibly stay awake any longer.
I fall asleep in the ad breaks which means I'm a cheapskate.
GlennT
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| User: "" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
11 Oct 2004 07:12:52 AM |
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On Mon, 11 Oct 2004 19:25:28 +1300, GlennT <ask.me@noname.com>
wrote:
<(((*> Alan Harding wrote:
<(((*> > Don't all cats dribble when they're in ecstasy? We did well for birds
<(((*> > this year, one dead, and one so alive it flew away on its own. Stopping
<(((*> > the cat door would mean litter trays. We'd rather have prey.
Living as we do, in the middle of the city, we just don't let the
cats outside. Ever. If they want to watch birds, they can watch
Animal Planet on the telly.
No prey, no blood, no feathers. Also, no cat diseases, no cat
parasites, and no cat injuries.
We deal with the litter trays by toilet-training the cats. My
son's cats have been using the toilet for years. Right now Sailor
(our most recent arrival) is learning about the great white
porcelain litter box.
<(((*> Oh no, they can get out, they just can't get back in with their
<(((*> trophy. Bird life is not the issue. We have about three or four
<(((*> thousand birds on or around our property and the numbers are not
<(((*> even dented by our cats' efforts. It is the feathers...
We also share the premises with a cockatoo. He's about the size
of a pigeon. In his own eyes, he's a pterodactyl. The cats are
terrified of him. When Jester is out, Sailor will run and hide
under the bed.
Tara J. Ballance
Montreal, Canada
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| User: "elegy" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
11 Oct 2004 08:10:18 AM |
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On Mon, 11 Oct 2004 08:12:52 -0400, waitingforgodot@samuel.beckett
wrote:
On Mon, 11 Oct 2004 19:25:28 +1300, GlennT <ask.me@noname.com>
wrote:
<(((*> Alan Harding wrote:
<(((*> > Don't all cats dribble when they're in ecstasy? We did well for birds
<(((*> > this year, one dead, and one so alive it flew away on its own. Stopping
<(((*> > the cat door would mean litter trays. We'd rather have prey.
Living as we do, in the middle of the city, we just don't let the
cats outside. Ever. If they want to watch birds, they can watch
Animal Planet on the telly.
No prey, no blood, no feathers. Also, no cat diseases, no cat
parasites, and no cat injuries.
We deal with the litter trays by toilet-training the cats. My
son's cats have been using the toilet for years. Right now Sailor
(our most recent arrival) is learning about the great white
porcelain litter box.
tara you are my hero.
<(((*> Oh no, they can get out, they just can't get back in with their
<(((*> trophy. Bird life is not the issue. We have about three or four
<(((*> thousand birds on or around our property and the numbers are not
<(((*> even dented by our cats' efforts. It is the feathers...
We also share the premises with a cockatoo. He's about the size
of a pigeon. In his own eyes, he's a pterodactyl. The cats are
terrified of him. When Jester is out, Sailor will run and hide
under the bed.
smart kitty. i'd probably join him ;)
---
han solo shot first.
http://shattering.org
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| User: "=^.^=" |
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| Title: Re: I feel funny |
12 Oct 2004 05:13:32 AM |
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On Mon, 11 Oct 2004 09:10:18 -0400, elegy <elegy@shattering.org>
wrote:
<(((*> > Don't all cats dribble when they're in ecstasy? We did well =
for birds=20
<(((*> > this year, one dead, and one so alive it flew away on its =
own. Stopping=20
<(((*> > the cat door would mean litter trays. We'd rather have prey.
cats rule, dogs drool
Living as we do, in the middle of the city, we just don't let the
cats outside. Ever. If they want to watch birds, they can watch
Animal Planet on the telly.
I put Pride on a CD-Rom and that they like to watch
No prey, no blood, no feathers. Also, no cat diseases, no cat
parasites, and no cat injuries.
yep. we lost too-many cats on Mountainview Road. some didn't
die immediately, and one other just left a bloody collarlaying in
the ditch. I was out with soap/pushbroom when the schoolbus stopped
We deal with the litter trays by toilet-training the cats. My
son's cats have been using the toilet for years. Right now Sailor
(our most recent arrival) is learning about the great white
porcelain litter box.
need a bathroom just for the cats
gonna get the big mechanical automatic scooper
tara you are my hero.
We also share the premises with a cockatoo. He's about the size
of a pigeon. In his own eyes, he's a pterodactyl. The cats are
terrified of him. When Jester is out, Sailor will run and hide
under the bed.
Nytebard had one that lorded over the cats...one dared to be in
his cage and got a proper raptor rending. now, a parrot?
they live as long as twoleggeds do. it'll take a while for the
felinids to hit sixty+, but I did know a 21yo cat for a long time
smart kitty. i'd probably join him ;)
stand yer ground
don't back down
(a Tom Petty ditty)
besides, in reality, under the bed is already got lots of stuff
well, at least in this particular instance of reality...
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