Go Daddy Go, Go, Go

What did I have for supper today? Humble Pie, and a large slice. After advocating GODADDY.COM as reliable and failsafe to my photoblogging mailing list chums, I was faced today with several hours of downtime, and not only my website that came up as page not found, but, major trauma, my e-mail was buggered, I will stay with them as it costs me $3.00 a month for 250GB bandwidth and a maintenance free relationship, but be warned, it can happen so look out. I was going to talk about crumby bar stools but it will have to wait for another day. I''ll leave you with a cat and dog story from my sister. I am I might add a confirmed cat man. This just confirms my logic:


>The difference between dogs and cats
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>As seen in a dog's diary:
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>7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favourite!
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>8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
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>9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
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>Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favourite!
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>2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite!
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>3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite!
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>4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite!
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>6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favourite!
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>7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favourite!
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>8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite!
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>9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favourite!
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>11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favourite!
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>
>As seen in a cat's diary:
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>Day 183 of my captivity ... My captors continued to taunt me with
>bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat,
>while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going
>is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction that I get from
>clawing
>
>their furniture. Tomorrow I will eat another houseplant.
>
>Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
>they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the
>stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I
>once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair. I must
>remember to try this on their bed.
>
>Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to
>make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in
>their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
>cat I was. Hmmm, that did not work according to plan...
>
>There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
>solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and
>smell
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>the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my
>powers of inducing "allergies." I must learn what this is and how I may
>use it to my advantage.
>
>I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The
>dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
>obviously a half-wit.
>
>The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with
>them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his
>current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I have
>patience, I can wait, it is only a matter of time...