I hate this time of year.
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One of my tasks for today was "get the Christmas decorations up" - the family tradition being that they go up a week before Christmas, and come down on Twelfth Night. Tell me, have you ever had a cat launch itself at you through a Christmas tree while you are trying to hang baubles on it? No? It's a good test for your heart, I suspect... And shiny silver baubles don't look quite as good with blood stains...or maybe they look better...I'm not sure. Gawd. Three weeks of cat destroying Christmas tree. Three weeks of not being able to go to the loo in dark because of what sharp broken objects he has scattered since you went to bed... :sigh: Can we all cancel Xmas and move on to summer already? Please? :laugh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Top right of the screen is your name, drop down has "My uploads" at the bottom. Click and load. IIRC it is only available to reputations of a certain level; probably goldies.
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Bah humbug! It's about the only time of year you get to sleep late, drink early & not sell the Big Issue! :rolleyes:
glennPattonPUB wrote:
not sell the Big Issue!
So...the DoW&P metting went well then?
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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What came first in your family? The tradition of putting up a tree or having a cat? When the root of the problem is truly understood, only then can the complete solution be found.
Tree then Cat. Or Cat then Tree, depends on how you look at it. When I was a kid, we had Tree before Cat. Then I didn't have a Cat for a long time (and didn't have a Tree either). Then Herself moved in, and the Tree returned. Then the Cat arrived. On her side, they had both Cat and Tree when Herself arrived. And she has continued the tradition of both. Despite not being able to remove a dead mouse from the carpet for no obvious reason...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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glennPattonPUB wrote:
not sell the Big Issue!
So...the DoW&P metting went well then?
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
Well fine, if you mean having to go through several doors locked by the same system as Porton Down. Wait over half an hour to talk to a nice lady 'who can't help as much as she should be able as my Work Coach is ill' (I have a Work Coach?). I can claim expenses in travelling to interviews, but not for registration fees for agency (some agents charge you to do nothing but ask silly question?, that I did not know!)...hence the Big Issue comment! :-\
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Well fine, if you mean having to go through several doors locked by the same system as Porton Down. Wait over half an hour to talk to a nice lady 'who can't help as much as she should be able as my Work Coach is ill' (I have a Work Coach?). I can claim expenses in travelling to interviews, but not for registration fees for agency (some agents charge you to do nothing but ask silly question?, that I did not know!)...hence the Big Issue comment! :-\
glennPattonPUB wrote:
locked by the same system as Porton Down
Not seen how they are secured, but if my experiences with other government run facilities is any guide, the doors are wedged open with a rolled up newspaper... Harwell (the Atomic Energy Research place) regularly had people just walk in, thinking it was the Rutherford labs next door, or leave by just flashing a public library card. The armed security guards seems mostly concerned with preventing the theft of stationary... A Large Bank in London had impressive access control to the banking computers. As a contractor, there to fix a modem problem, I had to be escorted through the building. Then my escort entered a large metal cylinder which rotated to trap him. His palm prints and password were checked, then the cylinder rotated to let him out the other side. Then he opened the little wooden door beside it and let me in. Pointed me at the modems rack and buggered off to read the paper... :doh: Took me twenty minutes of searching to find him after I finished, and wanted to go.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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glennPattonPUB wrote:
locked by the same system as Porton Down
Not seen how they are secured, but if my experiences with other government run facilities is any guide, the doors are wedged open with a rolled up newspaper... Harwell (the Atomic Energy Research place) regularly had people just walk in, thinking it was the Rutherford labs next door, or leave by just flashing a public library card. The armed security guards seems mostly concerned with preventing the theft of stationary... A Large Bank in London had impressive access control to the banking computers. As a contractor, there to fix a modem problem, I had to be escorted through the building. Then my escort entered a large metal cylinder which rotated to trap him. His palm prints and password were checked, then the cylinder rotated to let him out the other side. Then he opened the little wooden door beside it and let me in. Pointed me at the modems rack and buggered off to read the paper... :doh: Took me twenty minutes of searching to find him after I finished, and wanted to go.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
They tend to secured via bored looking 'Security Guards' as they are to secure doors to give them something to do...My experience at Porton Down was odd as the first day on site everything was locked up armed guards (MP's) looking stern. The second day there the door was wedged open, I asked why the reply was "Random Inspection". How was it random if they knew to secure every thing before hand? :confused:
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I love it! The trees and tinsel and baubles and presents and booze and food are all just icing on the cake. This is the time of year when we remember the gift of love. Anyway, my tree is up, decorated and the gifts wrapped and under it. Do you think maybe I went a bit OTT with it?
Nagy, I'm not sure if artificial is OTT or underwhelming. It's a real 'un for me, in fact many years we have two, one in the living room and one in the dining room (2 years ago we got a decent balsam fir for a $1 at Walmart!) The family outing to cut the (living room) tree is this Saturday, where the tradition is for me to have a very adult argument with my 3 and 5 year old grandkids: "No mine is the bestest". We started the grand tradition last night after I played guitar at a Christmas concert. I can't share OG's (Old Grinch?) sentiments, but then I don't have a cat! (our young Lab pup might be a reasonable stand-in this year though). Have a good, gin-soaked holiday. Incidentally, we "bard" our turkey with .... BACON!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Tree then Cat. Or Cat then Tree, depends on how you look at it. When I was a kid, we had Tree before Cat. Then I didn't have a Cat for a long time (and didn't have a Tree either). Then Herself moved in, and the Tree returned. Then the Cat arrived. On her side, they had both Cat and Tree when Herself arrived. And she has continued the tradition of both. Despite not being able to remove a dead mouse from the carpet for no obvious reason...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
Who couldn't remove the mouse? Your wife, the cat or the tree? Of course the tree couldn't, you've basically hermetically sealed the thing to the stairs.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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Nagy, I'm not sure if artificial is OTT or underwhelming. It's a real 'un for me, in fact many years we have two, one in the living room and one in the dining room (2 years ago we got a decent balsam fir for a $1 at Walmart!) The family outing to cut the (living room) tree is this Saturday, where the tradition is for me to have a very adult argument with my 3 and 5 year old grandkids: "No mine is the bestest". We started the grand tradition last night after I played guitar at a Christmas concert. I can't share OG's (Old Grinch?) sentiments, but then I don't have a cat! (our young Lab pup might be a reasonable stand-in this year though). Have a good, gin-soaked holiday. Incidentally, we "bard" our turkey with .... BACON!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
TBH we have 2.5m Norwegian [lovely plumage] waiting outside. We put the tree up on 24th and then fight like right buggery until the end of January before taking it's dried out corpse to the dump.
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glennPattonPUB wrote:
locked by the same system as Porton Down
Not seen how they are secured, but if my experiences with other government run facilities is any guide, the doors are wedged open with a rolled up newspaper... Harwell (the Atomic Energy Research place) regularly had people just walk in, thinking it was the Rutherford labs next door, or leave by just flashing a public library card. The armed security guards seems mostly concerned with preventing the theft of stationary... A Large Bank in London had impressive access control to the banking computers. As a contractor, there to fix a modem problem, I had to be escorted through the building. Then my escort entered a large metal cylinder which rotated to trap him. His palm prints and password were checked, then the cylinder rotated to let him out the other side. Then he opened the little wooden door beside it and let me in. Pointed me at the modems rack and buggered off to read the paper... :doh: Took me twenty minutes of searching to find him after I finished, and wanted to go.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
I can attest to Porton Down security, having worked on a database for them. Getting in is not dissimilar to your bank protocol, although not as high tech. Large automatic weapons replace the metal tube thingy. The biggest difference is that your escort is never allowed to leave you unattended; they either take you back to the guard or deliver to the next link in the chain. Funny thing though, the scientist (nice chap) that I went to see always took me for a cuppa there and I swear I was unwell every time afterwards. Of course, you know I have to kill you when you've read this - official secrets and whatnot - nothing personal.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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TBH we have 2.5m Norwegian [lovely plumage] waiting outside. We put the tree up on 24th and then fight like right buggery until the end of January before taking it's dried out corpse to the dump.
I have to fight with my wife to keep the tree until 12th night! Don't you stand the tree in a water with a reservoir? We do and we use some sort of "tree keeper" (which is probably just scented sugar, ethylene glycol and sorbic acid). We don't get much needle drop at all, even on a spruce.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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I have to fight with my wife to keep the tree until 12th night! Don't you stand the tree in a water with a reservoir? We do and we use some sort of "tree keeper" (which is probably just scented sugar, ethylene glycol and sorbic acid). We don't get much needle drop at all, even on a spruce.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
We have a reservoir, just use water and the tree normally does okay.
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We have a reservoir, just use water and the tree normally does okay.
Then that's clearly good enough. Things tend to be on the dry side over here (I've had a tree take up a few litres in a day). I know ethylene glycol improves transport (it's used in fungicide on grape vines, or at least used to be until some dope watered wine down with it some years back), and sugar always helps keep cut plants/flowers fresh.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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They tend to secured via bored looking 'Security Guards' as they are to secure doors to give them something to do...My experience at Porton Down was odd as the first day on site everything was locked up armed guards (MP's) looking stern. The second day there the door was wedged open, I asked why the reply was "Random Inspection". How was it random if they knew to secure every thing before hand? :confused:
glennPattonPUB wrote:
How was it random if they knew to secure every thing before hand?
This is the Civil Service: http://xkcd.com/221/[^]
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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One of my tasks for today was "get the Christmas decorations up" - the family tradition being that they go up a week before Christmas, and come down on Twelfth Night. Tell me, have you ever had a cat launch itself at you through a Christmas tree while you are trying to hang baubles on it? No? It's a good test for your heart, I suspect... And shiny silver baubles don't look quite as good with blood stains...or maybe they look better...I'm not sure. Gawd. Three weeks of cat destroying Christmas tree. Three weeks of not being able to go to the loo in dark because of what sharp broken objects he has scattered since you went to bed... :sigh: Can we all cancel Xmas and move on to summer already? Please? :laugh:
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
Our cat used to topple the tree over while we were asleep most every night it was up.
New version: WinHeist Version 2.1.0 There's a fine line between crazy and free spirited and it's usually a prescription. I'm currently unsupervised, I know it freaks me out too but the possibilities are endless.
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Who couldn't remove the mouse? Your wife, the cat or the tree? Of course the tree couldn't, you've basically hermetically sealed the thing to the stairs.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
The cat has no problem moving mice, birds, moles, and other assorted wild(ex)life. The wife cannot move anything "nasty" for reasons she does not feel need explanation. The tree I suspect of plotting to attack the cat when his back is turned, and will also not transport vermin.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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The cat has no problem moving mice, birds, moles, and other assorted wild(ex)life. The wife cannot move anything "nasty" for reasons she does not feel need explanation. The tree I suspect of plotting to attack the cat when his back is turned, and will also not transport vermin.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
Sounds like "you're up" then!
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
