Talk about your day thread

[Whitey McTeeth]

Too fucking hot out. Peanut and I are chilling with the AC.

[Biff Pocoroba]

I tried dandelion leaves. Supposedly it’s a very nutritious plant and it’s entirely edible. So I picked some leaves from the backyard, it’s untreated and there is plenty of tender looking dandelion leaves to choose from. I ate one raw. I then picked a few more, enough for a few bites. I washed them off and mixed them with a little olive oil, garlic powder, and Parmesan cheese.
They have a very leafy green taste to them as you can imagine. Definitely a vegetable taste. There is also a slight bitterness. It wasn’t awful but I can’t see myself regularly having a dandelion salad either.

[wease]

I tried dandelion leaves. Supposedly it’s a very nutritious plant and it’s entirely edible. So I picked some leaves from the backyard, it’s untreated and there is plenty of tender looking dandelion leaves to choose from. I ate one raw. I then picked a few more, enough for a few bites. I washed them off and mixed them with a little olive oil, garlic powder, and Parmesan cheese.
They have a very leafy green taste to them as you can imagine. Definitely a vegetable taste. There is also a slight bitterness. It wasn’t awful but I can’t see myself regularly having a dandelion salad either.

We used to pick them from the yard quite often. A tad bitter but pretty tasty prepared with oil, garlic and pepper flakes.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

who hasn’t, as a child, blown on a dandelion’s silky seeds and watched them float off into the breeze? for the plant itself, the ancient
greek name taraxacum means “cure for eye infections”. a member of the aster family, the plant was, and still is, known for treating occular inflamations. english adopted “dandelion” from the less common french term “dent-dion” (lion’s tooth). with over 1200 varieties throughout europe alone and some 50 varieties in france, the dandelion, more commonly known as “pissenlit” (pee-in-bed) because of its natural cleansing qualities, is as symbolic in
france to the month of february, as a swallow is to the coming of spring.

have a nice day, biff

[washing machine]

Wife texted me last night around 11:30 that our AC wasn't cooling. I put in a request with American Home Shield asap. Got home at 3am and the house was 86 degrees.

Had to keep nagging the dispatcher this morning to get here today instead of Monday. Temp was 90 degrees in the house when we left. Car AC and coffee shops were the better alternative. Looked like time to start looking for airbnbs.

Feel like my wife and I could have toughed it out, but our kid is still getting over flu.

Repairman came out around noon and replaced a capacitor.

Been waiting for the house to cool down since noon. It's still 78 in here but the vents are blowing cold.

Thank god for home warranty. I think all three of us want to kill each other, and yet the dog just been blissfully wagging his tail this whole time.

[washing machine]

On top of that it's been rollercoaster doctors trips for the kiddo the last ten days, job interview stress for my wife and probable undiagnosed flu for me. What a week for the fucking books.

Sorry if I have been rude, antogonistic or just plain braindead on RM during it all. This place truly is an outlet.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

feel better, reid...here's a gift

[wease]

Hope it gets better for you Reid.

[Higgs]

This is quite the happy way to end my time at this place. Sorry Spenno.

Congrats 'sleep.

Happy days indeed! I personally am very proud of our (WA's) 10% swing away from the Libs. I will never forget or forgive Scott Engadine Macca's Morrison jumping on Fucky McFuckface's bandwagon in attempting to sue us for $50bn.

How the fuck does a sitting PM support a private citizen in his bid to sue one of his own states???

Off you fuck now little Scotty.

[washing machine]

I’m wrapping up a day that’s similar to Reid’s, just a giant pain in the ass. But he’s had multiples days like this in a row, so I’ll spare the details.

Sorry Reid. Hoping your Sunday is better.

Share away if you want. This is the place. Hope your day gets a little better tomorrow too.

Or I hope at least that doug shares whatever the tragabigzanda road equivalent of Astros ephemera is with you.

[Bammer]

Dandelion leaves sound a lot like arugula

[wease]

Dandelion leaves sound a lot like arugula

They’re similar. It has a more peppery taste, but they’re both bitter.

[spike]

I’m wrapping up a day that’s similar to Reid’s, just a giant pain in the ass. But he’s had multiples days like this in a row, so I’ll spare the details.

Sorry Reid. Hoping your Sunday is better.

Share away if you want. This is the place. Hope your day gets a little better tomorrow too.

Or I hope at least that doug shares whatever the tragabigzanda road equivalent of Astros ephemera is with you.

hang in there, fellas. smoother roads ahead.

[dad]

did the most dad thing i could think of today. ran to lowes for supplies to do a deep clean of our grill. i think we've owned it as long as we've been in this house...at least four years, and i've only brushed the grates.

i watched a handful of youtube vids to see how it's done, and all of them said it takes about two hours from start to finish. i think it took four hours. i listened to wilco while cleaning, adding to the dad vibes. when i finally finished i reseasoned the grates. now i'm on a mission to find a stainless steel griddle to try my hand a Smashburger summer.

i hope things improve for trag and Reid.

[Bammer]

did the most dad thing i could think of today. ran to lowes for supplies to do a deep clean of our grill. i think we've owned it as long as we've been in this house...at least four years, and i've only brushed the grates.

i watched a handful of youtube vids to see how it's done, and all of them said it takes about two hours from start to finish. i think it took four hours. i listened to wilco while cleaning, adding to the dad vibes. when i finally finished i reseasoned the grates. now i'm on a mission to find a stainless steel griddle to try my hand a Smashburger summer.

i hope things improve for trag and Reid.

Gotta be honest with ya, dad, I can very much see childless guys doing this.

[dad]

did the most dad thing i could think of today. ran to lowes for supplies to do a deep clean of our grill. i think we've owned it as long as we've been in this house...at least four years, and i've only brushed the grates.

i watched a handful of youtube vids to see how it's done, and all of them said it takes about two hours from start to finish. i think it took four hours. i listened to wilco while cleaning, adding to the dad vibes. when i finally finished i reseasoned the grates. now i'm on a mission to find a stainless steel griddle to try my hand a Smashburger summer.

i hope things improve for trag and Reid.

Gotta be honest with ya, dad, I can very much see childless guys doing this.

well, my kids are with their mom this weekend, so technically i was childless.

[wease]

did the most dad thing i could think of today. ran to lowes for supplies to do a deep clean of our grill. i think we've owned it as long as we've been in this house...at least four years, and i've only brushed the grates.

i watched a handful of youtube vids to see how it's done, and all of them said it takes about two hours from start to finish. i think it took four hours. i listened to wilco while cleaning, adding to the dad vibes. when i finally finished i reseasoned the grates. now i'm on a mission to find a stainless steel griddle to try my hand a Smashburger summer.

i hope things improve for trag and Reid.

You’re going to eat beef?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.