Red Mosquito

tommy wrote:

dad wrote:I like to challenge my immune system by collecting rainwater to freeze for ice cubes.

Isn't rain water pretty much the cleanest water you can get?

96583UP wrote:rain water full of sulphur and PFAS

tragabigzanda wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Ice cube trays are super easy to clean. Why are you so paranoid, Trag?

NOBODY ACTUALLY CLEANS THEM

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.

Jorge wrote:Anybody else not really... use ice very much?

I have ice trays but I can't remember the last time I actually used them. I love my cold drinks but I just chill them in the freezer

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Have you ever witnessed a fist fight in a common, everyday public area - as in grocery store, park, restaurant etc...? Not a club, bar and such.

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Jorge wrote:Anybody else not really... use ice very much?

I have ice trays but I can't remember the last time I actually used them. I love my cold drinks but I just chill them in the freezer

I don't use ice at home at all.