I post in 3 political forums. I dropped one for about a year, and recently went back to deliver a 'Told ya so' about Barr. I've posted a few times since, but not many. They recently had a discussion about Originalism, in an uncharacteristic display unanimity, no one argued in favor of it. They are, at times, more sophisticated than here, but there's a coffee klatsch atmosphere that restrains passions. You might have noticed, I have sharp edges. I was told the forum slowed down a lot after I left, and it wasn't lively even then. http://www.dorfonlaw.org/2020/09/confronting-originalism-truths-and-myths.html The other one is Pofo.org. They have some of the same mindless nonsense you see from the Cult here. It's smaller than here, slower, a bit like Cheers, with just a few Cliff Clavins. Still, I have had some interesting conversations there, and that's what I want. I rode my ebike again today, and hit 800 miles so far for the year. Still shooting for 900, triple what I did last year. Next year I want to go over 1K, but that gets decided in the depth of winter, an act of existential rebellion. Sanity is not always a part of that decision. After my PT this summer, I fell back into an exercise routine. I usually screw up, I have a lot of problems, and it's way too easy to screw up. But, so far, I haven't and I am starting to hope I can shovel my driveway during the winter. That, for me, has been the most intense exercise I get for years and years. Last few years I just couldn't do it. Now, maybe I can. We've lost 4 hours of daylight already, uggghh. Eventually we lose 9 hours.
Yes but seriously she brings dead creatures in and they all are missing their head. She probably has a shrine somewhere filled with heads. If I wake up in the middle of the night she is sitting on my bed just staring at me. I think she is trying to figure out how to get my head off.
The dead animals are gifts, she wants you to eat them. She sees herself as part of the family and wants to be a provider. That's a good cat. If I don't close the door they either bat my face to get my attention, or chase each other around the bedroom making sure to sink their claws deep in my rump. Not something you want at 3AM. Long time ago, I had a genius cat. He acted more like a dog, than a cat. You could have a real relationship with him, which you can do with dogs, but not so much with cats. When we first got him, he sat on my chest while I was reading in bed, kneading the blanket. Which set off little sparks that made a tiny little noise. And that's how he got his name, Sparky. I've had many cats, he's the only one I miss.