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.
I collect ancient coins and this explanation doesn't fly for me. There's a certain amount of "artisanal-ness" in the production of ancient coins - which were all handmade. Like, I'm looking at a tray of coins right now and there's no way a simple go/no-go tool would be helpful. Also, for this purpose a simple handheld counterweight balance would be more accurate and portable. The existence of these simple balances, along with reference weights for various denominations, is well documented.
Moreover - if you're an ancient merchant, what is more important? The weight of the silver or the ability for it to pass for a denarius issued by Rome? Particularly for international trade, it seems to have been the former. Bankers' cuts and countermarks are commonly seen on coins, and seem to have been an early form of foreign exchange. (eg - I'm travelling from Athens to Ephesus with a stock of my local currency. If I pass it to a local banker in Ephesus, they can evaluate it, determine the local exchange in terms of silver, and give it a locally recognized countermark to assure their own merchants that they're getting the equivalent local value).
That being now off my chest, I've got no great answers for the dodecahedrons. I strongly suspect that it was a nifty thing that metal workers made as a master's thesis.
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.