Worse than a cat?

January 15, 2016 • 3:30 pm

And so another week ends: a week that brings us closer to death. Have you lived it well?

Cats and computer work don’t mix, but this beast is even worse than a felid. Be sure to turn the sound on by clicking on the speaker icon at lower right (hover over the photo to visualize the speaker).

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Well, compare for yourself. A tw**t by Guardian columnist Owen Jones:

 

32 thoughts on “Worse than a cat?

  1. “Great is the matter of birth and death! Awake, awake each one! Don’t waste your life!” Japanese zen saying.

    I think about this on occasion as a motivator for how I want to live. Reminds me to focus on what’s important.

        1. Agreed. The port should be strong enough to contend with the sugar, but not so expensive as to constitute a waste of funds. It goes great for Christmas Eve or New Years though. Trust me. It was a favorite of Winston Churchill from whom I obtained the addiction.

          1. Ya, I know. We are actually related by blood. My ancestors came from this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

          2. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Also, note we are all related to Charles Darwin as well…something to do with a tree of common ancestry.

  2. Why is that bird’s eye dilating so wildly?

    I just learned that David Bowie didn’t have eyes of two colors, only that one eye was permanently dilated so it appeared differently colored from the other.

  3. … a week that brings us closer to death …

    Has the week-ending memento mori become a new regular feature on WEIT?

    1. Runs the all-time loser,
      Headlong to his death.
      – Jethro Tull

      No all-time losers here, are there?

      Maybe a touch of Pink Floyd:

      So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
      Racing around to come up behind you again.
      The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
      Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

      Speaking of which, if that damn parrot was mine, it would shortly be an ex-parrot.

      cr

      1. Or as Tennessee Ernie Ford put it:

        You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
        Another day older and deeper in debt
        St. Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
        I owe my soul to the company store

    1. You can find Jerry’s eddress either by Googling or by clicking on the “Research Interests” link above. ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Iconsidered sending the “robot cat” thing form the Grauniad … but I’m 3 Second-Level-Domainss into allowing scripts, and I’ve stopped. Another level, and what’s the point?

    1. Pet robot cats might work. Certainly no dafter than a pet rock.

      Speaking of which, don’t you have a pet rock? (Sock optional…) ๐Ÿ˜‰

      cr

      1. I have a “treasure chest” full of them. If pushed to choose one, it’d probably be a trilobite feeding trace from the Carboniferous of northern England.
        In the event of the house burning down, there would be no need to rush in to save them. Let it burn – the rocks won’t be damaged by a fire.

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