random thoughts

After my last post, I stepped into the tub for a shower and realized an important piece missing.  How does the shower have anything to do with an automatic cat pan?  Well simply the lack of pellets noticed that morning.  The Cat Genie has custom pellets for its operation.  They look like someone took a broom that has those hollow bristles and cut those bristles in 1/4″ lengths.  Those things get everywhere.  I have found them in my bed, through the carpet, even in my sock at work.  I felt like I was walking on a pebble and on removing my sock, found on of those pellets.  One chore was to sweep the bathroom and return the pellets to the machine again.  Did I mention they get everywhere?  Now that the machine is in a closet, the number of pellets in diverse locations has decreased.  Also helping this scenario, I believe, is that I put a scratch pad right at the opening of the closet, so the cats have to walk on it to get in or out.  Here I was standing in the shower and realized that I was not pulling pellets off my feet.  What a nice discovery!

I do have to get into the closet every week and a half, roughly, and sweep in there and return the pellets to the machine, but on the whole, this beats scooping the cat pan every day.


We had kidinbox over for the weekend.  The request was to see Jumanji.  I am leery of sequels.  There are very few I like.  I also note, Walt Disney corp used to be a family friendly organization and one could trust the content.  Now the corporation is the exact opposite.  Let me describe the good of the movie first.  The story was similar to the former with a time lapse character and the bulk of the play being persons lost in the game.  The characters in the game were humorous and contrasted with the teenage characters from the start of the movie.  Comments related to the contrast between the original characters and the game characters kept chuckles going for a period of time.

The contrast is now taken to a new extreme when you have a teenage girl supposedly existing in the body of a middle age overweight man.  This concept is taken to a new level of penis humor I have never seen in a movie.  Yes, the jokes about the man’s appendage are thick in the middle of the flick.  “And remember to aim,” was repeated several times as the characters were instructing the middle aged man how to perform with the new appendage.

Not to be left out of the mix, Disney introduces a homosexual kissing into this with the cover of CPR.  There was no actual CPR going on as all the presentation of that cover was absolutely incorrect.  Completely.  Disney is pushing an agenda.

Spouseinbox and I were driving in Big City, Tx for a doctor’s appointment recently.  Spouseinbox noted the graffiti and mused what they were doing with such actions.  I stated the first thing which popped out of my dendrites.  It was my understanding that graffiti was the mark of a gang and as such they were showing their territory.  It is like the male cats traveling around their area marking their turf.  I guess it could be called visual cat pee.

I also like the slow motion portion where you can see the effect of applied pressure on the leg.

from here: https://gfycat.com/sparklingofficialaustraliancattledog

The longer I am on this circumnavigational sphere, the more I realize that problems are a part of everyone’s life.  I previously mentioned the new finding of cancer in our household and shared that with the Kairos group this weekend.  When split in to prayer groups, represented in our group was cancer, loss of a family member, and horrible problems at work – interpersonal and spilling into family life.  It struck me that as problematic as our particular issue may be, we are no different from someone else – only differences in form.  That being stated, there is only one answer for everyone’s issues – God.

That odd moment when one gets into the bathroom without being accompanied by one to three cats.  Additional point for getting the door shut before one arrives…

I note that there is no definitive answer, but there are interesting research moments pending.

I’m reminded of my biochem class where the doctor stated he knew of a research where they took an African who had known lack of lactase and provided one cup of milk.  That meant the bacteria in the fellow’s gut would start working.  The researchers then collected and divided by type the gasses eminating from this volunteer.  After the description, the prof says to the class, “See what you get to do if you become a biochemist?”  He then pretended to be the count from Sesame Street and count the….

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