Things you have an irrational hatred of

[tree_]

i'm usually more on fire but you're not always in a very good mood - Jesus Christ

[Ello Sailor]

[Ello Sailor]

That guy died, Tree.

[tree_]

humour is in the eye of the beholder - Hilary Clinton

[spike]

You’re hilarious, tree. - Carrot Top

[tree_]

Thanks, bro! - Napoleon Bonaparte

[B]

Dear school,

Calendars of performances, games, and events are great. The time fucking matters.

Thank you,
B

[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.

[96583UP]

always block off 9am-10am

peak brain time

keep it for yourself

[B]

COVID was the birth of people at my job dropping shit on my calendar. It was a hard lesson, but I had to stop assuming people gave two shits about my time and just block off time with nothing in it.

[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.

[Higgs]

11am is the earliest you'll be seeing me on a Teams screen.

[Monkey_Driven]

I have nothing available before 9 or after 3:30. My kids' schedules are so unpredictable sometimes, I don't want to have multiple obligations.

[bodysnatcher]

What’s calendar?

[tommy]

My parents appliances all make way too much noise. Their washer, dryer, microwave and dishwasher in particular play insanely long tunes when they're done and every few minutes thereafter until you deal with them. It's so obnoxious.

[doug rr]

we're all concerned here that you spend too much time with your folks...just dial up a movie for them and go home

[tree_]

Door to door Rainbow vacuum salesman who your wife agrees to let come to your home as a favor to a friend, so she can get a discounted (or free, allegedly) shitty vacuum, who stays in your home for over 2 hours presenting his shitty product, even after you told him many times since he arrived you have no interest in buying his shitty product, then drinking too much and getting downright mean (allegedly, according to wife) to get him to finally leave the house.

[tree_]

we're all concerned here that you spend too much time with your folks...just dial up a movie for them and go home

jorge thinks it's sweet

[tommy]

we're all concerned here that you spend too much time with your folks...just dial up a movie for them and go home

jorge thinks it's sweet

It is. I love my parents and they love me.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Door to door Rainbow vacuum salesman who your wife agrees to let come to your home as a favor to a friend, so she can get a discounted (or free, allegedly) shitty vacuum, who stays in your home for over 2 hours presenting his shitty product, even after you told him many times since he arrived you have no interest in buying his shitty product, then drinking too much and getting downright mean (allegedly, according to wife) to get him to finally leave the house.

Wait, your wife was home alone drinking with the vacuum salesman for two hours? Tree, I have something to tell you...