Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

I went to a birthday dinner and ate the worst dumplings of my life

[96583UP]

what kind of dumpling

like potato

or asian

[Jorge]

Asian

Gummy exterior, dry and crumbly meat, weird sour taste

[Higgs]

As a dumpling lover I am very sorry you went through this Jorge.

[bodysnatcher]

I don’t enjoy dumplings

[wease]

Started off with problems at work. Easily fixed but my fault and embarrassing.

Then, I’m covering for a coworker today and three of her five centers all start having issues all at the same time. So I’m trying to take care of all that shit while I’m trying to interview people for my centers. Then the last interview canceled. At least she sent me a text instead of just not showing up.

Then on the two-hour drive home from that center, I hit something on the highway and busted a tire. Got that changed and went to the tire shop when I got back into town. Can’t patch it, tore thru the sidewalls, gotta get a new one.

Finally back home and I’m fucking done.

[Ello Sailor]

Yup, that'll do it. Shitty deal.

[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.

[epilogue]

Master says, wease no

[BurtReynolds]

Flat tires are an instant day killer.

[96583UP]

i took a bike ride today in the cold wind

strong wind

been fighting a virus the last week and a half. finally starting to turn the corner

ate some soup dumplings

looking forward to spring

[dimejinky99]

Grim stuff. A study of brains after autopsies has found there’s an enough microplastics in the brain now to make up an average sized disposable plastic spoon.

And all fish are now contaminated
Study finds microplastic contamination in 99% of seafood sample

The peer-reviewed study detected microplastics in 99%, or 180 out of 182, samples of seafood either bought at the store or obtained from a fishing boat in Oregon, USA.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/202 ... tion-study

[spike]

Long day at the lab, professor?

[Jorge]

Dime sometimes you use this thread as the Not Worthy of a Thread News thread. We talk about our day here

[Higgs]

Hung over day for the first time in quite a whiles. But went and had hotpot for a late lunch and that seemed to do the trick.

Had a leak in our hot water pipes during the week and had a plumber over to find it. I was worried it was going to be under the slab and involved jack hammering up our floor and cost thousands to sort out. Ended up finding it under the slab but at the very corner of the house, so could be gotten to and repaired with just a little bit of digging outside. Got the invoice today - $520 – so paid it straight away in case he made a mistake!

[Jorge]

Hung over day for the first time in quite a whiles.

Same here!

Shawarma later

[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.

[dimejinky99]

Dime sometimes you use this thread as the Not Worthy of a Thread News thread. We talk about our day here

There’s no fuckery here though and we’re all just honest. Especially about what we’re worrying about or going through.

[Jorge]

I guess you're right

[dimejinky99]

I guess you're right

You’re learning my language at last!
(Watch kneecap. You’ll love it)