Random thoughts

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What is 15% of four people?

[AArdvark]

I will reply only after Commander does the math and not a moment before!

[Ice Cream Jonsey]

I'm really drunk and just played billiards with a three year old for an hour but pool is easier without the stick right? We all agree? I don't want to destroy an industry but pool cues?

I don't care for them!!

[AArdvark]

Be there or be a four sided polygon of some sort. I'm taking the day off

[Jizaboz]

That's a cool lookin poster. Reminds me of Pink Floyd or something.

So, today I got a weird surprise. A friend of mine came by to hang out a while and at one point I got up to grab another beer. As I enter the kitchen there is Gremlin (The huge orange feral cat I feed) just chillin on the floor greeting me with a growl; with a completely clean chicken bone beside him.

#1 I don't let feral cats in my house unless they follow me for a few seconds while I grab food. Too many fleas and too much unpredictable behavior to just let them hang out.

#2 Neither I or Chris let this animal inside.

I soon realized this big Morris/Garfield/lion bastard had been smelling me cook fried chicken and once he watched me and Chris walk away to a back room he thought to himself "God damn I'm gonna get some of that fucking fried chicken somehow" and proceeded to figure out how to open the storm door.

The whole scene just blew my mind. This cat never seemed very bright lol. Somehow he had opened the door which requires hitting a button button on the handle while pulling, fished out a meaty bone from the trashcan without making a mess or tipping the can.. and left the the plate of leftover fried chicken legs laying right there on the counter untouched. I was so impressed I pulled the meat off another leg and put it in his dish outside haha

[AArdvark]

Thus, being asleep in a nook behind the metal refuse-can, when the strange cat ventured to
ascend the steps of the porch, his appearance was so unwarlike that the cat felt encouraged to
extend its field of reconnaissance for the cook had been careless, and the backbone of a three-
pound whitefish lay at the foot of the refuse-can.
This cat was, for a cat, needlessly tall, powerful, independent and masculine. Once, long ago,
he had been a roly-poly pepper-and-salt kitten; he had a home in those days, and a name,
"Gipsy," which he abundantly justified. He was precocious in dissipation. Long before his
adolescence, his lack of domesticity was ominous, and he had formed bad companionships.
Meanwhile, he grew so rangy, and developed such length and power of leg and such traits of
character, that the father of the little girl who owned him was almost convincing when he
declared that the young cat was half broncho and half Malay pirate--though, in the light of
Gipsy's later career, this seems bitterly unfair to even the lowest orders of bronchos and Malay
pirates.
No; Gipsy was not the pet for a little girl. The rosy hearthstone and sheltered rug were too
circumspect for him. Surrounded by the comforts of middle-class respectability, and profoundly
oppressed, even in his youth, by the Puritan ideals of the household, he sometimes
experienced a sense of suffocation. He wanted free air and he wanted free life; he wanted the
lights, the lights and the music. He abandoned the bourgeoise irrevocably. He went forth in a
May twilight, carrying the evening beefsteak with him, and joined the underworld.
His extraordinary size, his daring and his utter lack of sympathy soon made him the leader--and,
at the same time, the terror--of all the loose-lived cats in a wide neighbourhood. He contracted
no friendships and had no confidants. He seldom slept in the same place twice in succession,
and though he was wanted by the police, he was not found. In appearance he did not lack
distinction of an ominous sort; the slow, rhythmic, perfectly controlled mechanism of his tail, as
he impressively walked abroad, was incomparably sinister. This stately and dangerous walk of
his, his long, vibrant whiskers, his scars, his yellow eye, so ice-cold, so fire-hot, haughty as the
eye of Satan, gave him the deadly air of a mousquetaire duellist. His soul was in that walk and
in that eye; it could be read--the soul of a bravo of fortune, living on his wits and his velour,
asking no favours and granting no quarter. Intolerant, proud, sullen, yet watchful and constantly
planning--purely a militarist, believing in slaughter as in a religion, and confident that art,
science, poetry and the good of the world were happily advanced thereby--Gipsy had become,
though technically not a wildcat, undoubtedly the most untamed cat at large in the civilized
world.

[Flack]

I soon realized this big Morris/Garfield/lion bastard had been smelling me cook fried chicken and once he watched me and Chris walk away to a back room he thought to himself "God damn I'm gonna get some of that fucking fried chicken somehow" and proceeded to figure out how to open the storm door.

Just wait until he sees you picking up BBQ from the local drive-thru!

[Tdarcos]

What is 15% of four people?

I will reply only after Commander does the math and not a moment before!

25% of four people is one person. 15% of four is 6/10 of one person, or 60%.

So what is 15% of four people? An arm and both legs, or both arms and a leg from the one person in the group you like the least or hate the most.

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15% of four is 6/10 of one person, or 60%. So what is 15% of four people?

"One black guy." - U.S. Constitution

[AArdvark]

I subtracted 50% because I'm only an online guy and another 20% because I haven't subscribed to his Paetron ( feeling guilty ) and another 15% because I can't stay up late enough to watch his live streaming in it's entirety.

That leaves me at 15%. But I do enjoy the movie reviews regardless

[Casual Observer]

Saw today Wrath of Kahn is 41 years old. Jesus Christ.

[nessman]

Saw today Wrath of Kahn is 41 years old. Jesus Christ.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajsNJtnUb7c

[AArdvark]

I swapped out my desktop Bluetooth keyboard for the big biege clickety keyboard from the 486. I like it a lot better.

[Ice Cream Jonsey]

Let me tell you about the worst Pb&J I've ever had

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Sliced meatballs are an underrated pizza topping.

[AArdvark]

Sliced meatballs need pizza union representation


THE
PIZZA TEAMSTER
AARDVARK

[Tdarcos]

Sliced meatballs need pizza union representation


THE
PIZZA TEAMSTER
AARDVARK

What are they going to demand at contract negotiations? A nicer bed of cheese to lie on? More tomato sauce?

[AArdvark]

Electric dog bowls, you sure are nice
Electric dog bowls, keep out the ice

Someone gave me a drone. I have a hard time steering it around the house
Here is a drone photo of upset kitty

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Is it weird lighting or angles, or is that cat almost the size of the house its living in?

[AArdvark]

Nah, it's a lot of shadow around an average small black cat. The drone camera is for outdoor use mostly and doesn't do well in room light