AI shouldn't be abused
Last edited by SuperJail Warden (2025-09-04 17:14:49)
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i never use it, even though i'm aware it is superior to google search in so many ways. hell, i know there are other search engines out there today which are far better than google, but i still haven't amended my ways.
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I was thinking over Uzique's problem. I realized a solution!
He needs to hit his fiance. Maybe not even hit her. Just shake her a little.
After you give her a good shake apologize, cry, and blame it on the cat.
Otherwise I am out of ideas other than smoking the cat and seeing if she will stay.
He needs to hit his fiance. Maybe not even hit her. Just shake her a little.
After you give her a good shake apologize, cry, and blame it on the cat.
Otherwise I am out of ideas other than smoking the cat and seeing if she will stay.
i have really lost my rag a few times at this point tbh, nothing near being violent but really throwing one's hat on the floor and stamping on it in a rage, in the manner of a victorian gentleman who has just watched his horse fall at the steeplechase. that's about as angry as i ever want to get. after that moving out and moving on is really the only viable next steps.
btw, i came home today and she had set up cat tree number 3. a deluxe thing, three-tiered, and huge. we are back to the situation i found myself in at the start of this move, being thoroughly unhappy that the entire flat is basically cat furniture. every single space is dominated by a large, looming piece of cat architecture. it's really crap. i know the advice of the cat trainer was 'make it comfortable, remove sources of stress, introduce forms of exercise and stimulation', but my home looks like a fucking cross-fit gym for cats. plonked right down in the corner where i wanted one of my hi-fi speakers to go. the symbolism speaks for itself. i am not paying a big wedge to build a palatial home for a neurotic lesser mammal.
btw, i came home today and she had set up cat tree number 3. a deluxe thing, three-tiered, and huge. we are back to the situation i found myself in at the start of this move, being thoroughly unhappy that the entire flat is basically cat furniture. every single space is dominated by a large, looming piece of cat architecture. it's really crap. i know the advice of the cat trainer was 'make it comfortable, remove sources of stress, introduce forms of exercise and stimulation', but my home looks like a fucking cross-fit gym for cats. plonked right down in the corner where i wanted one of my hi-fi speakers to go. the symbolism speaks for itself. i am not paying a big wedge to build a palatial home for a neurotic lesser mammal.
Last edited by uziq (2025-09-06 07:39:55)
imo too many cat toys and too much cat furniture is a bit like throwing too many options at a small child. perhaps rather, too many games into a steam library.
cats are not that complex. they're satisfied with a minimum amount of toys, even makeshift, even a singular toy. they don't need a cat tree in every room. or, really, a cat tree at all, if there are other somewhat high places in their regular haunts they're allowed to hop onto. a cat would probably spend most of its time snoozing at desk height by their favorite person. i think a lot of the cat biz with this stuff is mainly boosted by the human impulse to collect things.
i should be cautious about making assumptions, but perhaps in this case, she's trying to make the problem go away by throwing money at it.
you can probably still plunk your speaker around there or wall mount it above the cat tree? skooch the tree like a meter away. just somewhere the cat won't claw on it. if cat stuff is allowed to dominate the whole place (as large as you've said it is), you may end up joining many other men in being stereotypically exiled to a mancave.
'mancave,' there's a word with distasteful connotations i run into a bunch. "her space is everything else," "the bosslady," "she runs a tight ship." the thoughts of passive misogyny. stand up for yourself! sheesh. almost exclusively from men who expect their significant other to do all the housework. they remain willfully ignorant on that stuff. if you're not allowed in the kitchen, maybe stop throwing raw pork in the drawer with the fruit. imagine the wakeup call for divorcee manchildren.
cats are not that complex. they're satisfied with a minimum amount of toys, even makeshift, even a singular toy. they don't need a cat tree in every room. or, really, a cat tree at all, if there are other somewhat high places in their regular haunts they're allowed to hop onto. a cat would probably spend most of its time snoozing at desk height by their favorite person. i think a lot of the cat biz with this stuff is mainly boosted by the human impulse to collect things.
i should be cautious about making assumptions, but perhaps in this case, she's trying to make the problem go away by throwing money at it.
you can probably still plunk your speaker around there or wall mount it above the cat tree? skooch the tree like a meter away. just somewhere the cat won't claw on it. if cat stuff is allowed to dominate the whole place (as large as you've said it is), you may end up joining many other men in being stereotypically exiled to a mancave.
'mancave,' there's a word with distasteful connotations i run into a bunch. "her space is everything else," "the bosslady," "she runs a tight ship." the thoughts of passive misogyny. stand up for yourself! sheesh. almost exclusively from men who expect their significant other to do all the housework. they remain willfully ignorant on that stuff. if you're not allowed in the kitchen, maybe stop throwing raw pork in the drawer with the fruit. imagine the wakeup call for divorcee manchildren.
Last edited by unnamednewbie13 (2025-09-06 09:12:21)