Let’s catch up with spike

[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.

[spike]

What? We itemized and insured everything, and then anything damaged I had to take pics, give descriptions, and even submitted a quote from a furniture restorer who inspected everything. Legit af, mate!

[spike]

I just knew they were never going to offer anything close to the full amount we claimed, as that’s how it works. My low expectations were exceeded.

[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]

This does have a Kramer scheme vibe to it.

[spike]

[spike]

Are you implying I damaged these items? We didn’t pack or unpack any of it, totally hands off. Part of the delivery process is inspecting everything with the movers, and they notate any damage while in transit. Pretty standard stuff!

[wease]

Ok, Cosmo

[doug rr]

you don't even know what a write off is

[daft twat]

you don't even know what a write off is

But they do! And they’re the ones writing it off!

[BurtReynolds]

I hate dealing with moving companies and them breaking shit. They are the worst.

[doug rr]

pay for better movers..its like bitching about a $100 mattress that sucks to sleep on

[spike]

Killed my first Huntsman last night. It was on the smaller side thankfully.

[spike]

Wedding on the Gold Coast this weekend, what a spot.

Went up to Surfers Paradise after and stayed out til 5am, what an idiot.

[Ello Sailor]

what an idiot.

bloody leg end*

[spike]

what an idiot.

bloody leg end*

Everyone seemed to think so the next day, with the exception of my wife.

[Ello Sailor]

Like I said.

[96583UP]

holy moly 5am

[bodysnatcher]

spike, moving from the US to Australia, are there daily items that you've used for years that you have had to find replacements for because they aren't available there? I know a lot of brands are global. And let's take food out of this. For example, say you used a particular deodorant in the US for years, and suddenly it's not available there so you have to find a whole new scent!

[spike]

Yes I’ve had to find a new scent, no Old Spice here.

And for some reason, I can’t find an electric shaver that doesn’t yank my beard hairs painfully.

Dryers here suck since they’re electric, so doing a lot more hanging clothes on drying racks, which is common here under the powerful sun.

And speaking of clothes, I’ve had to find new brands that have fits I like etc.

It’s all a bit exhausting at first. Totally taken out of your comfort zone with basic things.