Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

[bodysnatcher]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

Nothing about my career is lucrative or even remotely close

[Bammer]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

Nothing about my career is lucrative or even remotely close

Let’s get you back to Portland where the real $ is at

[wease]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

I know I could make more just doing X-rays at a hospital, but like you I have a lot of flexibility with the job I’m in.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

Nothing about my career is lucrative or even remotely close

Anything lucrative out of a career gets spent by the kids anyway.

[oasisfan35]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

Nothing about my career is lucrative or even remotely close

Anything lucrative out of a career gets spent by the kids anyway.

Ah children, the optional accessory.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Probably be working til 6 again of course. Glad I don’t have any thanksgiving responsibilities or children, this job would never allow me to be a good friend or father.

I think I could pursue a more lucrative career but I’m really good with my current flexibility, it’s important to me and I value it too much.

Nothing about my career is lucrative or even remotely close

Anything lucrative out of a career gets spent by the kids anyway.

Ah children, the optional accessory.

I love spending money on them.

[Jorge]

I crossed paths with Conan O'Brien today. I didn't talk to him, just nodded my head at him and gawked a little. Did not expect him to be about my height

[Whitey McTeeth]

I crossed paths with Conan O'Brien today. I didn't talk to him, just nodded my head at him and gawked a little. Did not expect him to be about my height

I imagine the two of you together would be quite the sight.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Oh and Hay Jorge.

[Jorge]

Hey Whitey!

[The Argonaut]

What the hell is Conan O'Brien doing in Lincoln, Nebraska!?

[tommy]

What the hell is Conan O'Brien doing in Lincoln, Nebraska!?

He must be having a mental breakdown. I hope he recovers soon.

[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.

[Jorge]

Here he is reading the traffic report on public access TV this morning

[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.

[spike]

Heading out to Versailles today to have a look around, then an adults only dinner back in the city tonight.

Happy Thanksgiving back stateside!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Going to play football in a bit may die please pray

[Bammer]

Going to play football in a bit may die please pray

Same here. My first ever Turkey Bowl. Pray for the kids.

[wease]

Knowing bammer, it’s probably tackle, too.