weekend plans

[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]

Thanks pal. 22 years

nice...we're 22 years next month

[wease]

What’s your secret ?

No secret. Just let her do what she wants and pick your battles wisely.

[wease]

Thanks pal. 22 years

nice...we're 22 years next month

Sweet. High five!

[Biff Pocoroba]

A friend is in town from Florida and we’re supposed to meet up on Sunday. Otherwise it’s an empty weekend. Not necessarily a bad thing, supposed to be a wet one though.

[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.

[wease]

What’s your secret ?

No secret. Just let her do what she wants and pick your battles wisely.

Already doing the first and getting better at the latter. Yay for me?

You’re doing fine.

[Bammer]

Making guacamole for 9 adults at a family dinner tonight. How many cados I’mma need?

[spike]

Bammy makey guacy

[Higgs]

Why is this a thing now? What thread have I missed where Bammer has obviously become retarded?

[spike]

I mean…

[Bammer]

To clarify: Use of the R word is cool and good and supported here?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Making guacamole for 9 adults at a family dinner tonight. How many cados I’mma need?

One per person

[Mickey]

To clarify: Use of the R word is cool and good and supported here?

Chuck Schumer said it so it's okay now

[bodysnatcher]

Making guacamole for 9 adults at a family dinner tonight. How many cados I’mma need?

20-25 depending on size

[wease]

Making guacamole for 9 adults at a family dinner tonight. How many cados I’mma need?

20-25 depending on size

[bodysnatcher]

Got home from playing golf, showered real quick, and grabbed a last minute $4 ticket to our local minor league soccer club’s match

[Biff Pocoroba]

Huge pool party tomorrow night; smaller one on Sunday afternoon. Should make for a great weekend and the weather forecast is fantastic for such plans.

[tree_]

i'll be there with bells on my face

[VinylGuy]

came home yesterday after a month full of everything in Europe, so tomorrow ill go see the new Thor and on Sunday ill go see my dogs.