Things you have an irrational hatred of

[bodysnatcher]

Weed-killer commercials. You're not fighting a war. You're gardening.

I passed no fewer than three pest control vehicles today with some variation on camouflage and cross-hair imagery wrapped all over their vehicles and thought of this post.

But imagine what the neighbors would say if they saw bugs in your house!

[washing machine]

How my bank charges a $5 service fee only when my checking account balance falls under $500. So, like, if you're broke you get charged but if you have money you're good, it's on us. WTF. Should be opposite.

You can do a small amount of homework and find a bank that does less of this, or none at all. Better yet, look into credit unions.

[E.H. Ruddock]

tree, you should be banking with USAA. You are eligible. I've been banking with them since 1996. No fees and if an ATM charges you a withdrawal fee, they credit your account back the same day.

[tree_]

that sounds cool
i'm thinking of going with navy federal

[washing machine]

I bank with Navy Federal and use them for my mortgage and auto loans as well. Amazing customer service and good rates.

They seem to be growing like crazy. 5 years ago there was one branch in the entire Houston area. Now they are popping up everywhere.

[spike]

tree, you should be banking with USAA. You are eligible. I've been banking with them since 1996. No fees and if an ATM charges you a withdrawal fee, they credit your account back the same day.

Yeah USAA is great. Discounts on other stuff like insurance too.

[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.

[Dev]

Jack Harlowe seems like the worst artist ever yet

I was hoping someone would confirm this.

[Jorge]

Confirmed

[Dev]

Confirmed

ty

[bodysnatcher]

who is that?

[E.H. Ruddock]

wtf we don't have any of these in MT

USAA is for military members and their families only. No branches except in Texas, but they have been doing online banking, including photo check deposit, for like ten years longer than most national banks. Great auto insurance as well.

[Jorge]

who is that?

The worst artist ever yet

[Malloy]

wtf we don't have any of these in MT

trag are you in missoula? thinking of moving there

[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.

[Malloy]

wtf we don't have any of these in MT

trag are you in missoula? thinking of moving there

I’m in Bozeman. Missoula rules except for the august forest forest and skyrocketing housing costs. Bozeman suffers from the same. Glad to talk
more if you’re interested!

those are my main concerns! my mate is there; he told me about housings costs, which surprised me. the fires are a hurdle i have difficulty dismissing. ill pm you

[washing machine]

wtf we don't have any of these in MT

trag are you in missoula? thinking of moving there

I’m in Bozeman. Missoula rules except for the august forest forest and skyrocketing housing costs. Bozeman suffers from the same. Glad to talk
more if you’re interested!

those are my main concerns! my mate is there; he told me about housings costs, which surprised me. the fires are a hurdle i have difficulty dismissing. ill pm you

[BurtReynolds]

Now this fucking guy next to me at the restaurant is aggressively stabbing his plate with a fork or something. CLANK! CLANK! SCRATCH SCRATCH CLANK!

For fuck's sake relax, the food isn't going anywhere, you obnoxious ass. You don't have to kill it twice.

[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.

[Malloy]

wtf we don't have any of these in MT

trag are you in missoula? thinking of moving there

I’m in Bozeman. Missoula rules except for the august forest forest and skyrocketing housing costs. Bozeman suffers from the same. Glad to talk
more if you’re interested!

those are my main concerns! my mate is there; he told me about housings costs, which surprised me. the fires are a hurdle i have difficulty dismissing. ill pm you

when and how did i hurt you