weekend plans

[96583UP]

might take the canoe out tomorrow

[spike]

I have a condiment suggestion for those brats

I heated up some leftover fries while waiting for the brats. Dipped a few in ketchup.

[Jorge]

[spike]

The boring ass French fry needs some sort of dipping sauce.

[96583UP]

a guy from munich once told me that bratwurst are supposed to be cooked on the stove, simmered in a tiny bit of water and eaten at breakfast

americans instead char-fire bbq them and put all this shit on them

he was basically telling me i was inferior

which germans never do

[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.

[96583UP]

no butter

just water and heat

you americans always putting all this shit on them

[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.

[96583UP]

you americans and your shit put

[doug rr]

we went to our neighbors house last night for drinks and snacks...another set of neighbors were there that we had not met yet..I heard the guy that I had never met yet talk about playing ball which caught my ear...he was a pitcher in MLB for 13 years...I didn't recognize at first but then I found out his name...we were inseparable for the next 4 hours...he lives across the street..we're playing golf at some point next week weather permitting..he's been going through chemo..

[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.

[dad]

we went to our neighbors house last night for drinks and snacks...another set of neighbors were there that we had not met yet..I heard the guy that I had never met yet talk about playing ball which caught my ear...he was a pitcher in MLB for 13 years...I didn't recognize at first but then I found out his name...we were inseparable for the next 4 hours...he lives across the street..we're playing golf at some point next week weather permitting..he's been going through chemo..

Would we know this guy?

[doug rr]

we went to our neighbors house last night for drinks and snacks...another set of neighbors were there that we had not met yet..I heard the guy that I had never met yet talk about playing ball which caught my ear...he was a pitcher in MLB for 13 years...I didn't recognize at first but then I found out his name...we were inseparable for the next 4 hours...he lives across the street..we're playing golf at some point next week weather permitting..he's been going through chemo..

Would we know this guy?

I would think so...known for a mean slider...retired as a mariner

[96583UP]

nice

congrats

hope the chemo works

[spike]

Jamie Moyer?

[spike]

wife's at the airport now, getting ready to fly to spain for work. felt weird to cut the holiday weekend short.

[96583UP]

fuck

good luck finding food during normal meal times

[spike]

In Spain, or since my wife’s not home?

[E.H. Ruddock]

lol. I remember in Madrid last year we would go to dinner around 630 or 7 and be the only ones there.

[Jorge]

we went to our neighbors house last night for drinks and snacks...another set of neighbors were there that we had not met yet..I heard the guy that I had never met yet talk about playing ball which caught my ear...he was a pitcher in MLB for 13 years...I didn't recognize at first but then I found out his name...we were inseparable for the next 4 hours...he lives across the street..we're playing golf at some point next week weather permitting..he's been going through chemo..

Would we know this guy?

I would think so...known for a mean slider...retired as a mariner

Ah yes, King Félix