This reminds me of my husband's work as an IT man. Constantly having to explain the basics to people who are SUPPOSED to be professionals, and yet asks for help when a machine won't work. Like the client

I have to admit I was giggling through-out that entire story! I also have to admit I had the theme song from the Soap Opera "Days of our lives" running through my head during it! LOL

I always wondered, what if a gravity drive managed to speak clear Gal-Simple?

I once looked into demolitions as a career choice. The mathematics involved is way, way above what I could ever do.

"Some of the other Humans stared at them. "Never? What do you do for fun?" "Oh, I work demolitions." " Oh that is a PERFECT Job for a human! A demolitions man! LOL "What

That library world is one I'd be living in :-) With my hoards of seeds and my botanical knowledge, I'd be one of the ones planting the crops and making sure people are fed. :-) I keep telling people but

Oh, I didn't know that, I thought people often only had one sugar glider. :-) And I didn't know that about the skins either. Though, either way, they are absolutely adorable!

I have over 600 varieties of seeds to date, been collecting since I was 20. If I had the money, and we were in space, LOL I'd probably BE that person described. Seeds are so fascinating, kept properly,

But you have to admit, the leaves in fall are quite beautiful. :-)

Makes me wonder how dangerous their first series of bodyguard jobs were that made them torn up that badly!

Why do I have this mental image of them basically ringing the entire planet with enough weapons to blow-away an entire fleet and all but quarantining themselves? And if anyone, outside of dire emergency

Seems to be that way.

Oh heck yes! I would watch the heck out of it, too! Minimal supplies and, just to be nice, they each get an instruction booklet on basic survival written in their native language so they, at least, have

My sister has a Great Dane. He is SO big, that when standing on his hind legs, he can easily tower over her kitchen island and so she has to remind him to NOT steal stuff off of it. Even on all four paws,

Why do I have this mental image of the place having high-power scanners on all exit points to make sure the birds can't be smuggled out, and those that attempt to do so threatened, in true human fashion,

There's no poem like that, I looked. LOL But someone should write one. And yeah, they are absolutely lovely. And so very, very soothing to watch for hours! I can see them keeping the skitties away from

Normally, I would think. Any time I've seen a service animal here in the USA, they always have a highly visible vest and usually something on the leash that ID's them. Maybe not so much there?

I have to admit, this made me very sad. He found someone wonderful to be at his side, however briefly, only to lose her. Almost seems like the gods showing him something he already knew. How high the price

3] Where all the fur has been patted off, one eye is irrevocably missing, the felt is gone to tatters, most of the stuffing is lumpy from too many times in the washing machine, and death is on the table

Ah, sitting around the "fire" swapping war stories. Good times amongst the preppers! I loved listening to them from our woodland survival instructors as I was growing up.