The veterinarian couldn't see Spot but she has an appointment on Christmas Eve Eve at 3:40 p.m.. I believe her weight is affecting her breathing and she needs to begin losing weight as soon as possible.
Been playing a lot of Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup (DCSS) and enjoying the heck out of it. I feel a little guilty for playing it instead of NetHack but they're both games in the same roguelike genre. Vanilla NetHack has been stagnant since 12/8/03 despite various offshoots like Sporkhack and Slash'EM but these don't appeal to me. The former tries to be more like DCSS while the latter is simply a hodgepodge of unbalanced patches implemented because they looked cool.
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If you're curious, our crack IT department is using Kerio Firewall using some Windows server.
For one reason or another Tony got on the bad side of Ralph Cifaretto and was murdered in the midst of a plotline. Tony's first visit to Hell had him wandering through the borderlands which were more of a junkyard rather than groves of hanged people swayed by the spiritual gusts of starcrossed lovers who tantalize each other.
His place of perdition was an upside down cruise ship. One side of the ship was a bar attended flaming female bartender. Every time Tony used swear words bright lights would flash in the background. When he tried to kiss her she exploded in a scream of fire which brought him back to the outskirts of Hell.
So he slouched towards his final torment through a dead forest. Branchless, scorched trees with rounded trunktops impotently stood in the fog yearning for the unseen sky. Upturned roots scrabbled like crabs between rusted-out cars and appliances. His Virgil approached, The Saint of All Jonah Hexes. Ugly as the sin which chained him to this afterlife they spoke quietly amongst each others as the ship once again emerged from the mist. This time they wandered upwards through galleys and catwalks never reaching their final destination. Eventually the rusted maze of stairs led through a grating which opened at the gates of hell.
Instead of heading towards the abandoned ship, Tony walked around it and kept marching alone through the smoke. The brimstone fog which pooled around his feet eventually became stalks of dead grass. The sun broke through and the dead grass became golden wheat waving in a breeze coming from somewhere. A path now cut through the field paved with loose river pebbles and raked dirt leading towards a green meadow. People stood at the distant treeline congratulating him for making it this far.
Ahead the road led to the right and the dream ended.