Red Mosquito

doug rr wrote:I know its early in the week to bump this but I'm starting to panic about this weekend...my wife and I are headed down to Seattle for the weekend to watch the mariners/jays game on Saturday afternoon...I bought these tickets months ago not knowing that right next door Taylor swift will be playing at the football field..was hoping for a quiet weekend..also Capitol Hill nearby is having their annual weekend block party

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:I know its early in the week to bump this but I'm starting to panic about this weekend...my wife and I are headed down to Seattle for the weekend to watch the mariners/jays game on Saturday afternoon...I bought these tickets months ago not knowing that right next door Taylor swift will be playing at the football field..was hoping for a quiet weekend..also Capitol Hill nearby is having their annual weekend block party

you'll feel better if you go to the taylor swift concert. you can use the rest of the week making friendship bracelets for you and your wife.

96583UP wrote:taylor swift concert sounds like hell

96583UP wrote:taylor swift concert sounds like hell

JuanHamm wrote:

96583UP wrote:taylor swift concert sounds like hell

Would you rather see Bon Jovi?

dad wrote:

96583UP wrote:taylor swift concert sounds like hell

be careful. swifties will fugg yer sh*t up.

dad wrote:

96583UP wrote:taylor swift concert sounds like hell

be careful. swifties will fugg yer sh*t up.

doug rr wrote:the house guests were supposed to be here around 7pm tonight..they'll be here at 1pm

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.