Talk about your day thread

[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.

[Higgs]

Went to look at a house this morning, then since it wasn’t too hot, pushed onto St. Kilda to check out the newly reopened pier. Grabbed some sushi and ate it down by the beach, then hit the pier and, to our surprise, spotted a fairy penguin (usually only seen at sunrise/sunset when they’re leaving/returning to they nests). Stopped off at the little amusement park on the way back to the car and fit in a couple rides with the kid before it started raining. Stopped at a gelato shop, because whey not, then headed home. Nice little Sunday.

Sounds like a lovely day. We saw the Fairy Penguins come in at Phillip Island when we were there in 2023. They were gorgeous. All the people on the board walk taking photos when they were expressly asked not to, not so much.

Cute little fuckers though.

[wease]

Just finished working the season opener for the Nashville Soccer Club. Cold as fuck. 29 degrees as we leave. Why in the hell they start soccer in winter is beyond me.

They installed a new POS system during the offseason and this was the first night of its use. Gates opened 90 minutes before the match began and all the concessions were out of receipt/ticket paper before it started and there was no more. No one thought to order more than what came with the setup modules.

Wease

You work for 7 hours outside in 30 and below temps.

[VinylGuy]

I might grill some meat today.

[doug rr]

driving back to seattle this morning..wife has to fly to LA tonight for a few days of meetings..come back to Vancouver on Friday.

[Sloppy Dupree]

Looking like a mild and sunny day so it’s almost time for a long walk in the park with the dog. Sundays don’t get any better than that!

[E.H. Ruddock]

driving back to seattle this morning..wife has to fly to LA tonight for a few days of meetings..come back to Vancouver on Friday.

She can’t fly from Vancouver?

[Higgs]

I might grill some meat today.

I did this just now. Excellent eye fillet steaks on the cast iron pan, mash and brocollini with chilli flakes. Pretty damn good if I do say so myself.

[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]

Just finished working the season opener for the Nashville Soccer Club. Cold as fuck. 29 degrees as we leave. Why in the hell they start soccer in winter is beyond me.

They installed a new POS system during the offseason and this was the first night of its use. Gates opened 90 minutes before the match began and all the concessions were out of receipt/ticket paper before it started and there was no more. No one thought to order more than what came with the setup modules.

Wease

You work for 7 hours outside in 30 and below temps.

That’s fair. I suppose that people in the southeast aren’t loaded up with the sort of low temp winter gear that is a prerequisite to live in my part of the country.

And we can’t wear what we do have. We still have to follow uniform guidelines so no heavy coats or anything.

[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]

That's dangerous

[E.H. Ruddock]

I’m calling OSHA on all of the medical clinics in Wease’s area

[wease]

I’m calling OSHA on all of the medical clinics in Wease’s area

That had nothing to do with my day job.

And Elon got rid of OSHA, didn’t he?

[96583UP]

me after eating out all weekend and drinking 3 martinis last night: time to eat healthier this week

also me: just ordered a philly cheesteak and a hawaiian pizza

[doug rr]

driving back to seattle this morning..wife has to fly to LA tonight for a few days of meetings..come back to Vancouver on Friday.

She can’t fly from Vancouver?

we had to come back for some appointments..

[lennytheweedwhacker]

driving back to seattle this morning..wife has to fly to LA tonight for a few days of meetings..come back to Vancouver on Friday.

She can’t fly from Vancouver?

we had to come back for some appointments..

Congrats on the new addition!

[doug rr]

its very windy here today and my mariners hat flew off walking to the store...I went to Whole Foods to return 4 boxes of football cards that my best friend from Vancouver wanted me to get for his nephew because they were cheaper here...I ordered the ones he wanted but they turned out to be the wrong ones..I went to return them at the Whole Foods amazon station only to have them tell me they came from usps..now I have to go return them there later today but they are next door to the taco shop

[spike]

its very windy here today and my mariners hat flew off walking to the store...I went to Whole Foods to return 4 boxes of football cards that my best friend from Vancouver wanted me to get for his nephew because they were cheaper here...I ordered the ones he wanted but they turned out to be the wrong ones..I went to return them at the Whole Foods amazon station only to have them tell me they came from usps..now I have to go return them there later today but they are next door to the taco shop

Taco Tuesday

[dimejinky99]

Hospital today for bloods in quest to solve mystery illness.
They took buckets of blood. Honestly loads. Exhausted and sleepy all day after it. Wide awake now and starving and too late to order anything good. No energy at all to make something.
Need to start buying snack food and not just condiments and ingredients for big dinners

Starvation averted. Forgot there’s chicken noodles and spring onions. Tasty.