Archive for October 11th, 2010

Update:  The next installment of A Lemur’s Life (or whatever I’m calling it these days) will be “Driving to Michigan with a Drugged Cat in the Truck”.  That’s a long-ish one and honestly will take some consultation with Cruel Wife to get part of the details right.


Ok, here’s the deal.

Dad always said “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”

What he really meant was “If you ask me something, be damn sure you want to know what I really think, because that’s all you’re going to get.”  Sonofagun stuck to that one, too.

I tell Cruel Wife “I want the truth, not what you think I want to hear.”

This is not (not) (NOT) (NOT) a fishing for compliments expedition – that’s a waste of your time and mine.  Comments are welcome, compliments only if they’re deserved, and tell me what I need to hear if you comment – got it?   I hate wasted effort.   Even if you don’t think I should do it now or ever, let me know why, m’kay.  Seriously.  It’s honest feedback that makes one grow.  I don’t know a single person who improved based on only good warm-fuzzies.  Trust me, I will not take it personally – it’s a favor you’re doing me.


Yay!  My troll got pissy!

Warning:  Strong Content for More Sensitive Readers – Obscene Troll Advisory.

Well, Oldcatman was very very upset when I picked up my ball and went home.

Who would like to hear what his last two comments that were that were picked up in my spam filter?

Very predictable…..you deleted my last comment…good for you.

The only thing I regret with these various tit for tat comment wars is I’D LOVE TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM WITH YOU ALL……with an aluminum bat in my hands.

About helping people, I spent nearly 50 years helping people in health care.

See ya, sport.

-Oldcatman, whose unoriginality with the parting shot misses the mark about as much as his threats of physical violence

Hmmm.  Glad to see you took the high road on that one.  You in the health care biz?.  This is where the “thousands” of people who love you come from?  A sweetheart like you?  Oh, please.  I would sooner eat broken glass than have a person like you take care of me

Guess what, Oldcatman?  I didn’t delete you out of fear – I wasn’t afraid of what you’d say but because, seriously – you’re lame.  I mean really really sad.  You followed me from someone else’s blog because you decided you didn’t like me.  Did you seriously think I’d spend a lot of time listening to your brand of drug-addled lunacy here at my place?

Quick show of hands, folks.

Already a sorry excuse for a human being, you descended to your next lower level.


(To be deleted)

Oldcatman, in the last permanent thing he’ll utter on my blog unless he’s such a limp member that he spoofs an e:mail address

Guess what, sport?  I didn’t delete that one, either in spite of the rapier wit contained within it.

Note:  The “sport” was my line originally, not his.

I will delete anything you say from here on out so save your energy.

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