Well, it's been a bitch of a few weeks here at the T house. On July 21, we lost Smudgie to liver cancer. He had been with us since he was born, the day after my birthday in 2000. Last Tuesday, we had to put Tara to sleep. We adopted her last December. She was a Boxer, about 15 or so years old, found emaciated wandering the streets. We got her back up to nearly her normal weight, but she had tumors in her lungs and eventually it was just too much for her. Then today, we had to put Squeekie down. He was rescued from euthanasia about 12 years ago. He had Feline Immunodeficiency Virus - kitty AIDS - and they were going to off him because they didn't understand that it's non-fatal, and very difficult to transmit. He was probably the best behaved cat we've had. He had lymphoma, and it was closing off his throat. Cancer sucks. Not a happy time for us.
"Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens."
("Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.")
-- Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805)
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
-- Philip K Dick
OK, now let's look at four dimensions on the blackboard.
-- Dr. Joy
English isn't much of a language for swearing. When I studied Ancient Greek I was delighted to discover a single word - Rhaphanidosthai - which translates roughly as "Be thou thrust up the fundament with a radish for adultery."