Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

Yeah, unless you were working on something evil

Come on, you know me, what are the chances of that

[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.

[Rangi Guy]

So after two weeks of being the walking embodiment of why you should get the flu shot - today I am for the first ay feeling 'good' again. My wife just tested positive for Covid. Waking up most mornings with her breathing her rank morning-breath over me I think it's safe to assume in the next few days it'll be my turn.

Well the inevitable happened. Tested positive this morning. No real symptoms so far, so we'll see where this goes

[VinylGuy]

damn

take care Rangi

[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.

[Rangi Guy]

wait is this your first go? good lord rangi. best of luck.

Nah, this is round 2. Last time I got it I had no symptoms, so hoping for the same again. Especially after having just come off a two week flu. My wife has been hammered pretty hard with it again though

[Ello Sailor]

Probably not a great time to tell you all that I'm still pure, but, yeah.

If I was nearer I'd run you some chicken soup or whatever it is you do for dying folks.

[Ello Sailor]

Go well, big Ranga.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Just had a overly sugary milkshake and already feel like sh*t

[Ello Sailor]

Rangi is dying, Len. Fuck your milkshake.

[knee tunes]

Rangi is dying but hey everyone, Lenny just had a milkshake

[knee tunes]

Guess I'm slow

[Ello Sailor]

Sorry, KT. Let's take turns performing wrestling moves on post-milkshake Lenny. Insensitive little toad that he is.

[spike]

I can understand wease wanting you to change it yourself, but when soft hands Spike is piling on, you know you're in trouble.

I’m handy af, nerd.

[Ello Sailor]

Right on, pard.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Rangi is dying but hey everyone, Lenny just had a milkshake

Maybe he should have a milkshake.

[dad]

I hope we get this all sorted out soon.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I just talked to Rangi and he said he hopes I feel better soon.

[Jorge]

RIP Lenny and Rangi

[dad]

I just talked to Rangi and he said he hopes I feel better soon.

I do too. I can’t imagine what you’re going through.