Red Mosquito

dad wrote:

Sgt. Crackpot wrote:

Bammer wrote:

knee tunes wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:White kitchen cabinets
Not quite navy, but slightly darkish blue subway tile
Light oak flooring

Which shade of granite for countertops?

Gray

*Grey

*Greigh

*Greg??

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

Pretty much the same, though half the cases probably have the wrong CD :/

About to move and purging some things, but can’t ever see myself getting rid of the

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

Pretty much the same, though half the cases probably have the wrong CD :/

About to move and purging some things, but can’t ever see myself getting rid of the

Same, and I really don’t know why. Moved them cross country twice and I’m sure they took up more square footage in the moving truck than their worth

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

Pretty much the same, though half the cases probably have the wrong CD :/

About to move and purging some things, but can’t ever see myself getting rid of the

Same, and I really don’t know why. Moved them cross country twice and I’m sure they took up more square footage in the moving truck than their worth

It’s the nostalgia no doubt. I really do miss the experience of buying them, packaging, artwork etc…

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

Pretty much the same, though half the cases probably have the wrong CD :/

About to move and purging some things, but can’t ever see myself getting rid of the

Same, and I really don’t know why. Moved them cross country twice and I’m sure they took up more square footage in the moving truck than their worth

It’s the nostalgia no doubt. I really do miss the experience of buying them, packaging, artwork etc…

See you at Target on April 19th bro

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:What have you done with your CD collection?

Still have it, in boxes in the corner of a room

Pretty much the same, though half the cases probably have the wrong CD :/

About to move and purging some things, but can’t ever see myself getting rid of the

Same, and I really don’t know why. Moved them cross country twice and I’m sure they took up more square footage in the moving truck than their worth

It’s the nostalgia no doubt. I really do miss the experience of buying them, packaging, artwork etc…

See you at Target on April 19th bro

Which stall?

Chris_H_2 wrote:can i travel with gummies in my checked luggage? going from illinois, where it's legal, to arizona, where it's also legal.

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.

Chris_H_2 wrote:did you end up getting the wrigley tix?