Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

They say Orcas are the ultimate apex predator on planet earth today.

No natural enemies (other than man).

[doug rr]

had a bit of a late night after dinner and some drinks and cards games...normally I need to go to bed with a clean kitchen but I didn't care last night...I woke up at 330 this morning and I unloaded the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher and washed a bunch of shit by hand...its now 530am

[wease]

had a bit of a late night after dinner and some drinks and cards games...normally I need to go to bed with a clean kitchen but I didn't care last night...I woke up at 330 this morning and I unloaded the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher and washed a bunch of shit by hand...its now 530am

Back to bed?

[96583UP]

They say Orcas are the ultimate apex predator on planet earth today.

No natural enemies (other than man).

Giant Squid !

[Vitalogist]

Traveling to Dayton to see family today

Tell them we said Hi

From afar

Not me. I'm closer than Vitalogist would expect.

A fellow Ohioan?

[doug rr]

had a bit of a late night after dinner and some drinks and cards games...normally I need to go to bed with a clean kitchen but I didn't care last night...I woke up at 330 this morning and I unloaded the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher and washed a bunch of shit by hand...its now 530am

Back to bed?

nope...hung in there and just watched tv until everyone was up...I went into town and got some donuts and tacos...living it up..probably take a nap before the big bills/chargers game

[spike]

Travel day back home sick as a dog. One of the longer days I’ve had in awhile. Hope I’m improved by Xmas Day when we’re set to host.

[96583UP]

dang dude

intense

feel better

[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]

105 temp since I woke up a couple hours ago.

[Anders]

Ouch. Hope you feel better soon.

[The Argonaut]

Take some Tylenol and if it stays that high, go to the hospital, pal

[BurtReynolds]

Travel is just a bad idea.

[tommy]

Don't die at Christmas, spike. It would ruin Christmas for your family.

[spike]

Take some Tylenol and if it stays that high, go to the hospital, pal

I took some and am down to 101 so no hospital for now. My entire body doesn’t feel like a sore back anymore either.

[spike]

Travel is just a bad idea.

I was never crazy about air travel just before Xmas yeah. For this exact reason.

[spike]

Don't die at Christmas, spike. It would ruin Christmas for your family.

I’m going to do everything I can to not die and be upright enough to fully bask in my kid’s Xmas experience. Ive been looking forward to this!

[doug rr]

sick or not, make sure to stay up for the big bronco/pats game

[wease]

At Xmas gathering at Mrs Wease’s grandmother’s. Started at 11:30 and my brother-in-law just showed up at 1:48. We had finished eating and gifts and everything and now his mom is making them get all the food back out and making us all gather back around to watch him open his fucking gifts. Fucker has no consideration for anyone else’s time at all.

We’re headed from here straight to the in-laws’ place and it’ll take us about 15 minutes to get there. It’ll take him 2 hours and we’ll have to sit around waiting on him to show before we can do anything.

[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.