In 1996, the answer to that question was, "yes - of course." I did it when I needed to fly 1000 miles on short notice to see my grandfather buried. I think it was the same in 2001 when my gran passed.
I'm honestly not sure what the answer is today. As a frequent and cynical flyer in 2024, I'm not so sure that's still a policy. A call to customer service might get you a cheap seat, but it's rare to find a flight that isn't completely booked. (Algorithms seem to have solved the airlines' empty seat problem)
Wasn't Mitt the dude with the lady binders?
It's not for everyone, but Penguin Island by Anatole France features great auks. I read it many years ago and enjoyed it (in a dorky 19th century satire sort of way). Not for everyone.
I think you get it from eating turkey.
I remember when this aired in our region. It was always super late night/morning and I had always already taken out my contacts. (My eyesight is horrible and I couldn't afford both contacts and glasses.) And I had invariably missed the intro and hadn't yet grokked that "MST3K" and this mystery show were one and the same. I had so many questions.
This was also the era of public access television, which was arguably much, much weirder. Like, "a guy dressed like Elvis eating a massive bowl of mashed potatoes and griping about ghosts and Bill Clinton" weird.
That tracks. One of mine hates delivery people, squirrels, anyone wearing shoes, and the other cats.
He is cool with moths, but he wants them to fly into his mouth so I'm not sure that's entirely OK with the moths.
This is so goddamn exhausting.
Thirty years ago I was reading poorly photostatted (sic) fliers at the local record shop explaining the difference between Nazis with red shoelaces and Nazis with yellow shoelaces. It was exhausting then, too. They're all basic bitch Nazis. Treat them the same way you would treat a potentially harmful arthropod, like a scorpion. You don't have to be a fucking entomologist to understand this shit.
Shun the Nazi. Leave it alone. Don't ask for help from Nazis.
Presumably it's the same reason that I couldn't find a way to close my bank account (in person, at the fucking bank) in 1998. And presumably it's the same reason that my elderly parents can't get their Medicare supplemental insurance agent to close out their account prior to their move to another state, where that insurance won't be accepted.
You're a customer. They love you. Reasons.
That's wonderful!
My orange cat has appointed himself as house monitor, so he'll alert us to any danger or weird situations. When the kitten escaped from the back patio, which is enclosed, he ran to my husband and alerted him. He can be a jerk, but overall he's a good dude.
When I'm home alone I can always count on him. If I hear a weird noise? If that little guy is snoring I know that it's just the wind.
My current oldest was a stray for about 4-5 months and she seemed to regard anything wrapped in plastic as a valid food source. We assumed that reason is that she had been scavenging garbage.
One of my favorite "new kitten" moments was coming downstairs to find that she had taken about 12 sample bites from a package of toilet paper. She stopped doing that.
I swear we fed her well, but she had some habits from life on the streets.
My best girl is really into being petted while standing in a bathtub or shower. No water. She's done this since she was a kitten. Like Kika, she'll lure you to the spot for petting, then meow until you and she are both standing in the tub and she's getting pets.
Two different houses and three different tubs are involved here.
I sometimes wonder if it's related to the time I had to give her a bath when we first took her in as a stray. She was weak and underfed, and had a bad case of fleas. I gave her a bath, which she hated and I hated - but when she hit the water you could see blood in her fur from all the flea bites. Poor kitty. It was probably the first time a human had given her much attention. And it helped with the fleas, so she probably felt much better afterwards.
Sometimes I tell myself that she's trying to tell me she's still grateful for that, and that she trusts me.
Or else she's just a weirdo. I'm fine with either.
I've become attached to this eldritch abomination.
Easy. It's a dried and shellacked squid that has been posed in an artful, somehow bipedal and menacing position. I call it the creeping horror and keep it in an old wooden box.
Not really my taste, but it was a gift.
Well that's terrifying.
My old vacuum bags were meant to be tossed, but I just emptied it and put it back because $.
Oh no. I feel that. Back when ipods were a thing, I liked to call it my husband's "tiny radio." Particularly on planes, with lots of captive listeners.
But I was mainly torturing him.
It's OK - he does similar shit to me. 30 years and counting....
I didn't really expect anyone to know that, which was sort of the joke. He was very famous in his time, but by now it's a bit of a deep cut.
Artie Shaw was a clarinetist who ran a jazz band. In addition to that, he was also quite the weirdo. Womanizer, liked math a lot (like more than is natural), was an expert marksman who was nationally ranked in that sort of thing, and really into fly fishing. Also, currently, very dead. And that's good because otherwise he'd be 114.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artie_Shaw
here's a sample of his work https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_v3GY3ZqdM
Shock: I'm not really Artie Shaw.
The actor cat who played Lucky was pretty chill, but ALF was pretty insistent upon telling the family that he wanted to indulge in some tasty cat recipes. It didn't feel violent or real. Just silly. I haven't seen the show since 1989, but that screenshot seems dead on balls accurate.