Things you have an irrational hatred of

[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.

[The Argonaut]

If you wedge your foot in real hard between two stairs on the escalator, the whole thing will jam up and stop as it flattens out at the top or bottom. In case you are being chased and need to buy some time, try this one simple trick

[Chris_H_2]

i'm picturing a cop chasing a criminal and both of them just standing on the escalator waiting for it to reach to top so as to not throw off the equilibrium.

[E.H. Ruddock]

When I was in high school I was at the mall with some friends. I wasn't paying attention and my new sneaker got caught as it was flattening out at the top. It wasn't stopping so I quickly pulled my foot out of my shoe. It ruined that shoe before the shoe jammed it and it shut down. That was late 80's/early 90's, so the safety features on those things probably weren't great back then.

[Jorge]

Any Facebook post that begins, “Does anyone know of a reasonably priced…” Go fuck yourself.

Why

Because it’s insulting when it’s about a trade like electrical work or auto repair, and it’s asinine when it’s about a product like a ps5 because the market sets the price. It’s a post that never needs to be made. There is marketplace and eBay and any number of places to hunt for a deal and make comparisons.

And part of it is semantics. I have no problem with people on Nextdoor asking for recommendations based on others’ experiences, but suggesting a professional’s rate isn’t reasonable because your cheap and unskilled ass doesn’t want to pay it is offensive.

That makes sense, but I guess for me, "reasonably priced" doesn’t always mean "I refuse to pay what this normally costs." Sometimes it also communicates "I don’t need all the bells and whistles." Like someone looking for a basic phone just for texting, a budget laptop for work, or an AC unit that cools the room without needing inverter technology, Wi-Fi connectivity, or generative-AI guided meditation features.

[Chris_H_2]

That was late 80's/early 90's, so the safety features on those things probably weren't great back then.

correct. rockports feature velcro now.

[E.H. Ruddock]

That was late 80's/early 90's, so the safety features on those things probably weren't great back then.

correct. rockports feature velcro now.

Tbh it was probably my knock off Air Jordan's that my grandparents got me.

[washing machine]

That was late 80's/early 90's, so the safety features on those things probably weren't great back then.

correct. rockports feature velcro now.

Tbh it was probably my knock off Air Jordan's that my grandparents got me.

Sounds like a reasonably priced pair of sneakers

[bodysnatcher]

my wife is playing RHCP with her office door open.

Divorce her

[bodysnatcher]

That was late 80's/early 90's, so the safety features on those things probably weren't great back then.

correct. rockports feature velcro now.

Tbh it was probably my knock off Air Jordan's that my grandparents got me.

Air Gordon's

[Farmer John]

my wife is playing RHCP with her office door open.

Divorce her

Cherish her!

[Ello Sailor]

California her!

[E.H. Ruddock]

That was late 80's/early 90's, so the safety features on those things probably weren't great back then.

correct. rockports feature velcro now.

Tbh it was probably my knock off Air Jordan's that my grandparents got me.

Sounds like a reasonably priced pair of sneakers

My grandfather owned a shoe store. They were some lookalikes he got from a sales rep I’m sure

[Bammer]

with some friends

This sounds made up

[E.H. Ruddock]

[wease]

These fucking webpages for recipes and they have to tell you their life story and how their parents met and their ancestors that fought in WWI and how they may be related to Marcus Aurelius before they ever get to the goddamn ingredients or oven temp or time in the oven.

[oasisfan35]

These fucking webpages for recipes and they have to tell you their life story and how their parents met and their ancestors that fought in WWI and how they may be related to Marcus Aurelius before they ever get to the goddamn ingredients or oven temp or time in the oven.

They all tend to use the same blog template, the good ones will have a "jump to recipe" link under the header.

[Rangi Guy]

Yesterday Google either pushed out, or forgot to push out an update to their Chromecasts and now all the Gen2 Chromecasts globally appear to bricked, unless (and I haven't tried this) you fool your Chromecast into thinking it's a date before 9th March. This happened yesterday morning - and from what I can see - no response from Google.

[bodysnatcher]

MoVe FaSt AnD bReAk ThInGs

[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.