Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

Flying out to an event tomorrow where I am moderating one panel and speaking at another. The one where I'm a speaker was supposed to be me and two other people all speaking on the same subject, but they both had to drop out so now it's just me. Cool opportunity but nervewracking; I am now hurriedly expanding my original notes into a full-on presentation

[Jorge]

The subject is Red Mosquito

[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.

[Ello Sailor]

God luck and good speed, Jorge.

Spoiler: show

[spike]

The subject is Red Mosquito

let me know if you want to do a live interview

[knee tunes]

The subject is Red Mosquito

By Beyonce?

[dad]

yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

[Ello Sailor]

Those mice outsmarted you and have earned free access to your larder.

[dad]

the fuck they have. i will set this house on fire.

[JuanHamm]

Aren't glue traps pretty cruel?

[dad]

Aren't glue traps pretty cruel?

i'm sure they are.

[Ello Sailor]

Aren't glue traps pretty cruel?

i'm sure they are.

[BurtReynolds]

Just get the neck snappers, you monster.

[dad]

Just get the neck snappers, you monster.

i'll think about it.

these look fun.

https://www.amazon.com/Mouse-Traps-12-P ... ljaz10cnVl

[BurtReynolds]

Last time I had a mouse I chased him out of the house. That was his warning. He came back, so he got snapped.

[dad]

Last time I had a mouse I chased him out of the house. That was his warning. He came back, so he got snapped.

burt, this is serious.

[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.

[dad]

i've thought about that, but my kids are allergic to cats.

[JuanHamm]

i've thought about that, but my kids are allergic to cats.

Get a snake

[dad]

i've thought about that, but my kids are allergic to cats.

Get a snake

plenty of those running through our yard. clearly, they're not up to the task.