Red Mosquito

dimejinky99 wrote:Cmon universe I’m counting on you hurry the fuck up about it!!

The universe could undergo a 'catastrophic change' that could alter absolutely everything, quantum machine shows

https://www.independent.co.uk/tech/univ ... 91796.html

spike wrote:

dimejinky99 wrote:Cmon universe I’m counting on you hurry the fuck up about it!!

The universe could undergo a 'catastrophic change' that could alter absolutely everything, quantum machine shows

https://www.independent.co.uk/tech/univ ... 91796.html

wut

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Rangi Guy wrote:

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daft twat wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:Got two kittens today. Had told our girls that we could start looking when we got back from holiday, then my wife ambushed me this morning

Will they die by snakes or bring you dead snake gifts?

No snakes here, not sure what gifts we'll get

Isn't it so that New Zealand basically has no snakes, or at least no venomous snakes?

No snakes

Yet another reason I wanna visit there one day

wait really?

not even a feral snake introduced threatening the local ecosystem?

i feel like this is a job for a stupid american tourist or chinese cargo vessel to fix

There might be a snake sighting every couple of years, but then there's a mass hunt from biosecurity to track it down and ensure it hasn't laid any eggs or anything

damn

what kind of hounds do you use to track it

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.

96583UP wrote:fr it's a pretty cool looking snake

blue and black

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:just had a meeting with a potential client that gave us background like she had 15 voices in her head all wanting to say something different. she would start down a path, say "backup . . ." and then go in another direction only to stop about 2 seconds after and say "wait, before i get there . . ." and then head somewhere else. this went on for an hour. nothing was linear, and i still have no idea what she said. it was the most frustrating yet fascinating display of storytelling ineptness that i've ever witnessed.

oh i met her yesterday

dimejinky99 wrote:Be a cryin shame if something happened to it

BurtReynolds wrote:Found a place to get the oil changed for the Vette, so that's a load off. I hope they know what they're doing. None of these people were born when this car was made, and they were marveling at how accessible everything was.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Found a place to get the oil changed for the Vette, so that's a load off. I hope they know what they're doing. None of these people were born when this car was made, and they were marveling at how accessible everything was.

Just had a squirrels nest in the engine of one of our cars. Chewed through four wires during the cold spell and they have to rewire a whole section of the engine. Thanks a lot Biden!