…and couldn’t figure out why the place was packed.
On Thursday Michele yelled up the stairs to me. We have an intercom system on the phones, but she can never remember how to use it. So she walks from one end of the downstairs to the other to yell up the stairs to me whenever she needs something. My desk is at the top of the stairs, and I can hear her fine from there. “Joanna?” “Yo.” “Have you been having trouble with your applications this morning?” “My applications?” “I’ve been having horrible problems with Firefox and InfoSelect. Do you think it’s the wind?” “Uh, why would the wind…nevermind.*…
The two new cats showed up after being trapped by some of the volunteers and brought to the ranch. Michele kept them in the horse trailer, because cats often try to head home, no matter how far away they are, when they’ve been moved. She was out of town for a few days, so she told me to be sure to feed and water them. She put Sunflower Velcro in there too so an owl wouldn’t eat her. Every morning I’d add some water to their bowls of frozen water and put some food in their other dish. I’d check…
This is just awesome. Per capita, Utah is the state that purchases the most pornography. Turns out church-goers buy less porn on Sunday, but they buy more the rest of the week. “Residents of 27 states that passed laws banning gay marriages boasted 11% more porn subscribers than states that don’t explicitly restrict gay marriage.” Another theory might be that conservatives don’t know that internet porn is free. This correlates with my theory that the most anti-gay-rights people are all, themselves, closeted homosexuals.