Red Mosquito

Coach wrote:Probably going to pick up some water pills at CVS at lunch today.

Monkey_Driven wrote:

LetMeSleep wrote:Somehow the run of a single car family has been somewhat workable. Until now. Probably getting an old Subaru tomorrow.

Too many pick ups and drop offs to manage?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:A feeling.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:A feeling.

Can I borrow it?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:A feeling.

Can I borrow it?

Only if you let me sleep on your race car bed.

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:why are the wheels crooked

Higgs wrote:Had to re-stock the toner on the printer at work. Most boring $1,000 bucks I've spent in a long time.

I really should just stop printing entirely, but I just can't. I need paper in front of me, even if I end up scanning and shredding everything anyways.

But bloody hell - a grand! Crazy.

bodysnatcher wrote:Toner costs $1000??? Do you have have one of those massive office printers that’s 4 feet tall?

bodysnatcher wrote:Just get a laser printer off Amazon for like $80

Higgs wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:Just get a laser printer off Amazon for like $80

Nope, need a colour laser that scans. I've been through a lot of printers in my time and while I may complain about running costs, I am very happy that this one just continues to run. I also need a unit with a document feeder that can happily take a stack of 50 sheets to scan, and this does all that.

I probably shouldn't whinge about it so much.