Red Mosquito

Bi_3 wrote:At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

doug rr wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

I bet there a lot more older fat people than those headphone kids at Disney

Bi_3 wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Bi_3 wrote:At Disney this week and am noticing a large number of teenagers with what look like construction site grade noise reduction headphones. Why?

I bet there a lot more older fat people than those headphone kids at Disney

Yes, the natives are present. But back the headphones… is it like some sensory thing? Puzzling and Google give me nothing

doug rr wrote:I'm fairly new to the Costco store...going tomorrow for only like the 2nd or 3rd time..any certain or cool things I need to be on the lookout for?

Carl Sandburg wrote: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 wrote:Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

Higgs wrote:

spike wrote:Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

Costco is different here in Australia when it comes to meat. Their meat is of decent quality (in particular I love their lamb chops and the dog gets a large percentage of his diet from their bulk pack chicken breasts) but the pricing isn't great. BIG rib eyes and BIG briskets but matched with BIG prices.

Whenever we go we end up with huge packs of cat food, said chicken breasts for the doggo (cooked later on the webber in a bed of water), sundry shit we don't need and a huge packet of cheese puffs. And a hot dog on the way out.

spike wrote:

Higgs wrote:

spike wrote:Good meat at great prices. They have briskets, Doug.

Costco is different here in Australia when it comes to meat. Their meat is of decent quality (in particular I love their lamb chops and the dog gets a large percentage of his diet from their bulk pack chicken breasts) but the pricing isn't great. BIG rib eyes and BIG briskets but matched with BIG prices.

Whenever we go we end up with huge packs of cat food, said chicken breasts for the doggo (cooked later on the webber in a bed of water), sundry shit we don't need and a huge packet of cheese puffs. And a hot dog on the way out.

beef's more affordable in the US for sure

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.