Talk about your day thread

[spike]

[Higgs]

You should all be sterilized

Oh come on. Slide of Hand is gold

Tommy would prefer cricket puns.

That first Ashes test was a cracker! Looking forward to the second test this week.

Shit - just checked. It starts in 4 hours. That's my next 5* evenings sorted.

[doug rr]

nothing much on the schedule today...taking the dog to get his nails clipped at 1030 and hitting the store...thats it

[tree_]

what are you going to hit it with

[Coach]

Well, got done what I needed to do at work today.

Getting out in a couple hours and then hitting the gym.

GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

It's also super humid again. I love AC. And my desk fan.

Cheers.

Coach

[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.

[Coach]

GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

[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.

[BurtReynolds]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

[spike]

GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

why are you ruining this

My wife made a mushroom sauce pizza topped with mushrooms at our little pizza class yesterday.

[spike]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

[Coach]

GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

why are you ruining this

I like vegetable lasagna so she is adding some veggies. Tastes good!

[spike]

[wease]

GF making homemade eggplant parm at my place, so it will be waiting for me when I get home.

Nice. That's a bitch to prepare. Must be love.

It is!

She's going to add some mushrooms to the sauce, which I requested, too.

why are you ruining this

I like vegetable lasagna so she is adding some veggies. Tastes good!

Make sure she adds raisins to it

[BurtReynolds]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

[wease]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

[bodysnatcher]

Lol coach just gave himself a new nickname

[BurtReynolds]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

87

[doug rr]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

87

you should have went with the rear split window from 63

[dad]

Took the Vette for a spin today. I now know how I am going to die.

How many numbers did you get?

I didn't try pushing it too hard, just in case the wheels fell off or something, but after a few miles I gunned it a couple of times. It still goes!

What year?

87

you should have went with the rear split window from 63

I know it's not the same car, but I would urge you to consider running some cases of Coors from Texarkana to Atlanta and let us know how it goes.