Talk about your day thread

[spike]

Or wait, are you saying they’re standing next to you as you do the hookups?

[BurtReynolds]

he comes and goes. I'm supposed to let him know if i have any problems setting it up myself.

[spike]

Sit back, post, and when he comes back around tell him it’s beyond you. A good occasion to swallow your pride and make someone do their job.

[spike]

You don’t want him or others thinking you’re a team player, Burt.

[BurtReynolds]

You don’t want him or others thinking you’re a team player, Burt.

Yeah for sure.

[spike]

I’m going out of the country for three weeks on Saturday, so I’ve been recruiting someone to take lead on our ongoing fire escape construction. Really, I just need someone in the same time zone as a POC, as I think I’ve already addressed any snags in the project.

The only other reliable board member is out of town next week as well, so I spoke to another neighbor (former board member who always has her nose in things) about helping, but now she seems to be backing out. She went as far to suggest we delay the project a week, but that ain’t happening. Funny how people have all sorts of ideas and requests, but when it comes to actually taking action, they scurry back into their burrows. I think I’ll just have to let this thing keep going on autopilot for a week and hope for the best.

[tommy]

I’m going out of the country for three weeks on Saturday, so I’ve been recruiting someone to take lead on our ongoing fire escape construction. Really, I just need someone in the same time zone as a POC, as I think I’ve already addressed any snags in the project.

The only other reliable board member is out of town next week as well, so I spoke to another neighbor (former board member who always has her nose in things) about helping, but now she seems to be backing out. She went as far to suggest we delay the project a week, but that ain’t happening. Funny how people have all sorts of ideas and requests, but when it comes to actually taking action, they scurry back into their burrows. I think I’ll just have to let this thing keep going on autopilot for a week and hope for the best.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown

[bodysnatcher]

wow can’t believe spike would just run from his obligations when he’s most needed.

[Alex]

HOA: Heavy on abandonment

[doug rr]

I’m going out of the country for three weeks on Saturday, so I’ve been recruiting someone to take lead on our ongoing fire escape construction. Really, I just need someone in the same time zone as a POC, as I think I’ve already addressed any snags in the project.

The only other reliable board member is out of town next week as well, so I spoke to another neighbor (former board member who always has her nose in things) about helping, but now she seems to be backing out. She went as far to suggest we delay the project a week, but that ain’t happening. Funny how people have all sorts of ideas and requests, but when it comes to actually taking action, they scurry back into their burrows. I think I’ll just have to let this thing keep going on autopilot for a week and hope for the best.

is it malice?

[bart]

it’s obviously pizzathehut

[96583UP]

Democracy doesn’t work, people

[Alex]

RIP Pizza the Hut

[smileinmytree]

I'm stuck on a flight that should have landed 30 minutes ago because a control tower is having technical difficulties. At least I'm getting the most out of my airline wifi.

[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 bet on black

[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.

[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.

[smileinmytree]

Avoiding work because I don't want to deal with OSHA.

[doug rr]

going to hit a bucket of balls and probably stop into the restaurant and get a side order of deep fried mushrooms