I keep water by my bed at night. I usually don’t drink any, but occasionally I’ve woken up and drank the whole thing without stopping, and other times I’ll have a few sips.

It’s worth it to not have to trudge to the kitchen in the middle of the night. I’ve had to do that - either because I forgot my water or ran out and was still thirsty - and it’s not fun.

Our house is really dry, in winter especially. And I exercise in the evenings sometimes and am still rehydrating from that.

I do listen to Rammstein despite being mostly only English speaking. I’m picking up more and more of the the lyrics in the songs and what they mean.

99 Luftballoons?

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Nah, it has to be money. No way something like that would ruin Trump at this point.

We have three cats, all adopted separately.

We started with one, then when he was older, we adopted a kitten. The two never really got along, but the older cat passed away a few months later - had we known how sick he was, we probably would have waited on the kitten. (He seemed fine, but we later realized that cancer had already started.)

We adopted another cat pretty quickly after the older one passed, because we didn’t want the kitten to get used to being alone. A few years later we adopted a third cat, hoping the second two would get along and play with each other.

The “kitten” passed away several years later and we adopted another kitten who is still with us.

Our cats have never been best friends, they don’t cuddle together or anything like that. It’s more of a tolerate situation. They do get irritated with each other from time to time, but it seems pretty even as to who is instigating it.

They’ve never drawn blood or even had a major fight. They just kind of wrestle or chase each other, and sometimes I wonder if they are just playing.

I do think that a cat that is used to being alone is usually going to have a tougher time with a new cat.

(We’ re taking one of the older cats to the vet today. I recently realized he’s lost almost 2 lbs since last summer, and he’s being very active for an 11+ year old cat, so we’re wondering about his thyroid. The other old cat needs an asthma inhaler and steroid every night for his conditions. Like the vet said, as they get older, they start collecting health issues.)

As one of my uncles said, “You have to refrigerate leftovers before you throw them away.”

My wife and I have gotten pretty good at knowing which leftovers we will actually eat, and which ones we won’t. The latter get tossed right away, and we’ve never missed them later.

It should come out of Trump, Musk, and Vought’s money.

Yeah I’ve heard the same thing. Wet food is better for them.

Shadow runs lemmy.ca, and states that it is lemmy.ca signups. He’s certainly in a position to have the information available, unlike some random lemming like myself.

“I have a lot of respect for you Elon, please don’t be a name-caller.” What an idiot.

The dBase III joke was pretty good. But dBase IV would have been much, much funnier.

I used to be huge into college football, planning my weekends around when my teams were playing. I drifted away for a few years after they instituted the “targeting” penalty; in particular, there was a game where it was called twice on one drive, one was outright wrong (and overturned upon review*), and the other was borderline. It wasn’t a decision to protest; it was more of a “this isn’t important to me any more” kind of thing.

*It was overturned, but in that first year of the rule, the 15 yard penalty still counted. The player that committed the potential foul was simply allowed to remain in the game. (They have changed this rule since then.)

To be clear, I’m not in favor of people being injured. It was just that targeting penalty that made me realize that football was never going to be a safe game. No sport is completely safe, obviously; there’s always a risk of serious injury. But football seems especially designed to inflict injury, as opposed to other sports where the injuries are more incidental. And that scandal where the New Orleans (I think) NFL team was giving bounties for hits on specific players did not improve my opinion at all.

These days, we’ll watch football games if we don’t have anything else going on or whatever, but it’s not a high priority. We did watch some of the super bowl - in that it was on TV while we were reading or working on paying bills, etc. - but we definitely didn’t stay up late or anything like that for it. There’s not much else on TV during the super bowl anyway.

Yep. Elon names everything DOGE or X.

Ahh, fuck.

I’m a federal employee. I’ve also had to download my most recent earnings & leave statements (something I usually ignore) and take a snapshot of my current leave totals…just in case DOGE fucks it all up.

This specific tension happened a lot sooner than I expected.

Let’s see… a guy famous for (among other things) owning a company that builds electric cars teams up with the guy who said he wants to outlaw electric cars. Fireworks were inevitable at some point.

That is amazing.

He really was. My best friend. We had so many adventures together.

When my wife and I were getting serious, she said something like, “I’m not sure what to do about Snowball. I don’t think he likes me.” I said, “Are you serious? He loves you! Why do you think he curls up on you when you’re laying on the couch? That cat might like you more than me.” She had grown up with dogs and just didn’t know cat language.

Snowball is gone, and a kitten we adopted late in Snowball’s life has also passed away from medical issues (and that one hurts so much, too - poor thing was only 7 years old - at least Snowball got a normal cat lifespan). But we have three cats now, and a dog.

That was my first thought, too. I saw one video where they actually pulled a woman up into the raft with them, and took her to the stage.

Snowball. That was his shelter name, but I’m a fan of the Simpsons, so I had to keep it.

I had a cat that was a total food fiend. Eating pizza was hard because he’d try to get some for himself.

When I would make burgers on the grill, the food I prepped in the kitchen - bun, lettuce, tomato, etc. - had to go in the microwave or he’d grab them while I was working at the grill. He was relentless.

One time I had some friends over and warned them to watch the food. They didn’t believe me when I said how quick he could be. Later, I found part of a burger in my bed.

Another time, he and I were staying at my parents place, and I got up one morning after they had left for work and noticed a red spot on his white fur. I asked my mom about it - turns out he had pushed a cake in a container off the counter to get some icing that was on the outside edge, and the spot was icing.

He had a lot of food allergies, so he could only eat one specific variety of prescription cat food, which he didn’t like very much. That’s what drove a lot of his actions. I couldn’t blame him. Unfortunately, the food allergies were IBS that eventually evolved into cancer.

I miss him. He’s been gone 10 years now, and I still think of him a lot.

Aren’t we all?