Things You Don't Understand . . .

[tree_]

Given how often drummers quit, I imagine endurance and tolerance for repetition separates the greats from the amateurs. Not to mention the repetitive stress injuries.

Yes, I do respect the endurance and drive. I do not have that

[Strat]

Yes, I do respect the endurance and drive. I do not have that

you certainly do when it comes to your posting!

[tree_]

Haha yeah

[BurtReynolds]

Much of great posting is just showing up.

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Who is the target audience for Young Rock

Middle aged moms who love The Rock

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I think she is of him. But she doesn’t watch the show

[washing machine]

This post.

allkpop

[B]

Why haven't the round outlets in cars all been replaced with either standard household outlets or USB outlets?

[Chris_H_2]

Why haven't the round outlets in cars all been replaced with either standard household outlets or USB outlets?

a lot of people still use 12v plug in's. we have a refrigerated cooler that we plug in.

[B]

Why haven't the round outlets in cars all been replaced with either standard household outlets or USB outlets?

a lot of people still use 12v plug in's. we have a refrigerated cooler that we plug in.

Why do people still buy stupid shit with 12v plug ins?

[Chris_H_2]

Why haven't the round outlets in cars all been replaced with either standard household outlets or USB outlets?

a lot of people still use 12v plug in's. we have a refrigerated cooler that we plug in.

Why do people still buy stupid shit with 12v plug ins?

so they can save money on ice

[B]

We're gonna sell you a shitty adapter that will convert your 12v plug to a real plug. It'll cost as much as 40 bags of ice.

[Chris_H_2]

For the life of me I can’t understand how the shades on our lamps loosen up to the point where they rattle if you walk by. At first I thought it was the cleaning ladies, but it happens in between cleanings.

Some ghost certainly knows my pain points.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

It's the ghost of a former cleaning lady you fired for wearing shoes inside the house.

[Chris_H_2]

It's the ghost of a former cleaning lady you fired for wearing shoes inside the house.

I still think we overpaid her.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

It's the ghost of a former cleaning lady you fired for wearing shoes inside the house.

I still think we overpaid her.

What is your wife's profession?

[Chris_H_2]

It's the ghost of a former cleaning lady you fired for wearing shoes inside the house.

I still think we overpaid her.

What is your wife's profession?

Professional bowler

[lennytheweedwhacker]

It's the ghost of a former cleaning lady you fired for wearing shoes inside the house.

I still think we overpaid her.

What is your wife's profession?

Professional bowler

Something something fingers in holes