We have fax machines at work. As much as it amazes me that we still have fax machines, there are still uses for them. However, I don’t use them much. Should I need to get a fax, they have it configured to email me any faxes directly to my in box. This gives rise to a situation I’ve never encountered before. People still send junk faxes.
Seriously, every couple of days I get some poorly rasterized image about roofing, loans, vacation offers, and other similar junk. Who still sends these things? I know people send spam emails because a certain portion of the population actually falls for them, but junk faxes? Is anyone still listening to these?
I just can’t believe someone still sends these things. I have no cause to receive faxes 99.99999% percent of the time. I can just delete these immediately unless I’m expecting something in particular. It just baffles me that someone is still bothering to send them. I can’t even respect them as spammers, which isn’t much to begin with.
My wife is no longer allowed to use packing tape on the furniture or carpet. Our cats have been scratching a bit at a couple couches and chairs and on some of our carpeted stairs. My wife got the bright idea to put packing tape over the commonly scratched bits, rolled a little at the ends so it would stick but the adhesive side would face out.
This was supposed to discourage scratching.
And, it probably did. However, the tape wasn’t stuck very well like that. The other problem? Our cat Oscar is kind of dim.
Twice now I have come downstairs to see Oscar wandering around completely oblivious to the fact that a half foot or so section of packing tape is dangling from his face, mashed into his whiskers. Literally, he was walking around both times like he had no idea it was there. It was mashed down on his whiskers pretty good too. I had to make my wife hold him both times while I held his whiskers near the base and tried to pull the ends from the tape.
They were really on there, most of their length, and I wanted to make really sure I wasn’t pulling his whiskers out of his face. Poor little dim guy.
I’m not sure if he lost any whiskers on this or not. He didn’t seem to be fond of the process, but I don’t think I hurt him. He didn’t squeak or anything (he doesn’t exactly meow or talk much), and he seemed to forget the entire thing a moment later.
I’m just glad I managed to free him both times without significant problems. Clearly we can’t use packing tape to keep the cats from scratching on stuff. It’s too dangerous with Oscar around.
In other news, I just learned that there was a Details magazine. I feel like the name must somehow be familiar, but if so I was only aware of it in a vague sense. I certainly wouldn’t have guessed it was a men’s style magazine.
If that situation is common perhaps that could be a reason why it’s closing.
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