Don’t think you can solve this problem by giving each cat his own dish of food. Note that a lot of these selfish little guys are kittens. I have no idea how to adjust their attitude. At least my cats don’t mind if I pet them while they eat. The only thing that really annoys them is each other.
(Thanks to “Unknowable” for the news tip)
Well, well! Somebody finally caught a frilled shark and took pictures of it. (http://www.foxnews.com/tech/2017/11/14/demon-shark-with-snakes-head-caught-for-first-time.html)
Okay, I’m Mr. Nature so I knew what a frilled shark is, although I never saw anything but line drawings of it. “Demon shark with snake’s head” is laying it on a bit thick, but it certainly is a unique shark. They caught it deep in the waters off Portugal.
If you link to the news article, look closely at the pictures. See those teeth? They have a very odd shape; you wouldn’t be likely to mistake them for anything else. (Well, for some weird kind of pasta, maybe.) I found quite a few teeth like that, fossil-hunting around the Jersey shore, suggesting that sharks like this were more common, once upon a time. Lots and lots of shark teeth, all different shapes and sizes, in the Navesink Formation.
The frilled shark is still here, even if some of the seas it used to swim in aren’t. God has created many variations on the basic shark body plan, and this one is one of the strangest.
Okay, that problem with the teeny-weeny typeface has been solved by my wife, the computer genius. Three cheers!
Everything here that was hard to read is now much easier.
Our sister and colleague Linda Sorci has asked for our prayers for her husband, Michael, who had a cancer removed from his ear and then suffered from unexpectedly severe pain and bleeding.
O Lord our God, have mercy on your servants, Michael and Linda, and in Jesus’ name, please, Father, heal this man. We believe in you, O Lord; we put our trust in you. In Jesus’ name, please heal him swiftly. Amen.
I’m only asking because here at my end, the text of my blog posts is so small as to make it difficult to read. Patty and I have to take our glasses off to read it.
If you’re having the same problem at your end, please let me know–so I can steel myself for another marathon session with the WordPress engineers. *Sigh*
I don’t want to rehash any of the rubbish floating around the nooze media today, but something ought to be said.
I have interviewed Judge Roy Moore twice. He grew up in poverty whose like I have never seen, and rose to become chief justice of the Alabama Supreme Court. He lost that position, and was nationally pilloried, because he stood up for the Ten Commandments. Now he’s running for the Senate, and has been bombarded with allegations of sexual misconduct dating back to the 1970s.
The American people want the Swamp, Washington D.C., drained. The Swamp does not want to be drained and is fighting desperately, and fighting dirty, to defend itself. To that end, the whole Swamp power structure has piled onto Roy Moore–even threatening to deny him his seat if he wins the election.
Question: What has happened to all the defenses used so successfully by Democrats when it was one of their own, Bill Clinton, credibly accused of a multitude of sexual offenses? “It’s only sex, it doesn’t affect how he does his job.” “Everybody does it.” “It wasn’t really sex.” “It’s in the past, let’s just move on.” Why do none of these apply to Judge Moore?
They say the man known as “the Ten Commandments Judge” will lower the moral tone of that tower of virtue, the U.S. Senate. Well, if Ted Kennedy couldn’t do that, it can’t be done. The hypocrisy is deafening.
Question: What are they afraid of? What do they think Roy Moore, one man, with the whole Washington power elite arrayed against him, will do to them if he makes it to the Senate? Because they are afraid. I’ve never seen them running so scared. It borders on hysteria.
As to the charges made against him, I have yet to find any reason to believe them. Nor have I any reason at all to believe any charges made against anyone by such a collection of reprobates, thieves, liars, simpletons, bribe-takers, and left-wing zealots.
Think Ted Kennedy and Chris Dodd doing the waitress sandwich. Think of the whole crowd extolling Ted Kennedy as “the Lion of the Senate.” I wouldn’t believe those people if they told me it was Wednesday.
One thing is sure. It’s Roy Moore versus the Swamp; and if the Swamp wins, we, the American people, lose. We lose big.
I pray for the redemption of my country.
Don’t you love it when liberals fall back on “What you say counts for nothing because you’re old”? But it’s no worse than any other argument they have.
I need all the assurance that My Lord can give me, all the time. And sometimes we can find it in a hymn. This is the Harpeth Gospel Quartet, with no musical instruments but their voices, singing Fanny Crosby’s Blessed Assurance. And the beautiful scenery on the background testifies that God is nigh.
Sometimes you just can’t please a dog or cat. Doesn’t this video make you glad you don’t have huskies? Anyway, who knows what these critters want? They’ve got a mood on, and there’s no getting it off.
Just so you know I’m not just fatzing around today (as they say in Ninneburky), let me tell ya. Blog posts, edit huge Chalcedon article about economics (requiring duct tape around head), Newswithviews column, recycling center, a trip to the store, type up another chapter of The Temptation (which is hard to read because of cold days when the ink wouldn’t flow smoothly from the pen)–do you wonder why I never got around to another installment of Oy, Rodney? Now I’m a bit too tuckered out to try.
I’ve just got to get this book finished. Somehow! I had hoped to get it done this week.
I’ll try to deliver a cat video this evening. Signing off for now…