Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

Trag just got DOGE'd! 25% of my income gone. We'll be ok, but of course it's annoying.

sorry to hear that Trag

Yeah Trag that sucks. I lost one of my more significant freelance clients for Trump-related reasons too. Feels bad!

[Monkey_Driven]

Trag just got DOGE'd! 25% of my income gone. We'll be ok, but of course it's annoying.

Woof. Sorry, friend.

[BurtReynolds]

Condolences

[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.

[wease]

me?

nothin. If i wanted to say something i would, i wouldnt imply anything, id just say it.

Karma is funny thought isnt it?

listen to me you mentally ill fuckwit: I have not voted for Donald Trump. I have done nothing to karmacally invite this into my life. But even if I had -- even if I were a low information voter who was somehow persuaded to vote against my best interests -- would that still warrant whatever sort of schadenfreude you seem to be reveling in right now?

Eat a humongous fucking dick.

You know he’s gay, right?

[BurtReynolds]

And?!

[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]

It wasn't a DOGE thing for me, it was a tariffs thing

[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]

Thankfully I still have work, won't miss it for now. But I should try and fill the gap later this year.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Thankfully I still have work, won't miss it for now. But I should try and fill the gap later this year.

I'm listening...

[dimejinky99]

me?

nothin. If i wanted to say something i would, i wouldnt imply anything, id just say it.

Karma is funny thought isnt it?

listen to me you mentally ill fuckwit: I have not voted for Donald Trump. I have done nothing to karmacally invite this into my life. But even if I had -- even if I were a low information voter who was somehow persuaded to vote against my best interests -- would that still warrant whatever sort of schadenfreude you seem to be reveling in right now?

Eat a humongous fucking dick.

How’s that yacht goin?

Y’Alright?

[dimejinky99]

I wasnt even talking to him I just posted a word and he went off

Rest of you have been reported as I was instructed to do rather than react.
Including you wease

[Higgs]

Well, this is going swimmingly.

[The Argonaut]

Ftr, trag is acting nuts in that post, dime. You didn't do anything wrong. Personally, I take joy in seeing Trump voters suffer the consequences of their obviously dumb choices

trag is not a trump voter, I'm bummed he is losing money. You'll find a way to make it up, though, trag. But don't take your frustration out on poor dime!

[96583UP]

had a 7.5 hr drive today

intense

a lot of little aches

next time i will take the train

[Dev]

Ftr, trag is acting nuts in that post, dime. You didn't do anything wrong. Personally, I take joy in seeing Trump voters suffer the consequences of their obviously dumb choices

trag is not a trump voter, I'm bummed he is losing money. You'll find a way to make it up, though, trag. But don't take your frustration out on poor dime!

Look at Argo inserting himself into other people's conflict as usual.

Crazy move in this post where he gaslights trag and then consoles him.

Unreal.

[The Argonaut]

I play all sides. I think it will make everyone like me but actually it makes everyone hate me. I am a fool!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I play all sides. I think it will make everyone like me but actually it makes everyone hate me. I am a fool!

Are you still dating that woman from work?

[Dev]

I play all sides. I think it will make everyone like me but actually it makes everyone hate me. I am a fool!

Are you ready to apologize to me yet because you really should.