Talk about your day thread

[Jorge]

Hosting another hot sauce tasting at my place tonight. Here's the lineup:

Mande Picantes - Chile de Árbol (local hot sauce maker)
Butterfly Bakery of Vermont Maple Wood Smoked Onion
Dirty Dick's - Caribbean Dream
Queen Majesty - Scotch Bonnet and Ginger
Yellowbird - Serrano
Baj's Blazin' Hot Sauce - Dad's Original
Ricante Tropical - Pineapple
Angry Goat Pepper - Hippy Dippy Green
Pain is Good - Louisiana Style
Dave's Gourmet - Insanity

[Bammer]

I have plumbers at my house right now and I don’t even want to know how much this is going to cost. Problem with main outgoing drain. I really hope it’s a clog and not a collapsed pipe.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I have plumbers at my house right now and I don’t even want to know how much this is going to cost. Problem with main outgoing drain. I really hope it’s a clog and not a collapsed pipe.

Maybe subtle coerce of another subordinate into giving you money?

[Bammer]

Our entire little league was rained out today.

[Bammer]

I am reading Mark Lanegan’s memoir and he has a story about how badly Screaming Trees’ performance of Dollar Bill went for him on Leno in 1993. It was because he had basically gotten his own stomach acid in his own throat and it hurt very badly to talk or sing.

I pulled it up on YouTube this morning and it wasn’t nearly as bad, in my opinion, as he described. Barrett Martin could have toned it down a little, though.

[Bammer]

I took the kids to Dairy Queen for lunch. Jeebus man, a mini blizzard is 5 bucks.

[Bammer]

Because of this plumbing issue I haven’t taken a shower, yet I’m having a great hair day.

[Bammer]

I have plumbers at my house right now and I don’t even want to know how much this is going to cost. Problem with main outgoing drain. I really hope it’s a clog and not a collapsed pipe.

Maybe subtle coerce of another subordinate into giving you money?

Again in English, please?

[Bammer]

Got antibiotics for this sore left testicle.

[Bammer]

Mrs. Bam witnessed a crow swooping down and carrying off a baby rabbit from a nest in the corner of our back yard.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I have plumbers at my house right now and I don’t even want to know how much this is going to cost. Problem with main outgoing drain. I really hope it’s a clog and not a collapsed pipe.

Maybe subtle coerce of another subordinate into giving you money?

Again in English, please?

Calm down and try again.

[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.

[Bammer]

Got antibiotics for this sore left testicle.

Epididimitis?

Yes. I think.

[Bammer]

I have plumbers at my house right now and I don’t even want to know how much this is going to cost. Problem with main outgoing drain. I really hope it’s a clog and not a collapsed pipe.

Maybe subtle coerce of another subordinate into giving you money?

Again in English, please?

Calm down and try again.

Luckily it turned out to be a clog, not a collapsed pipe under the driveway.

[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.

[Bammer]

Got antibiotics for this sore left testicle.

Epididimitis?

Yes. I think.

I had that in 2002. The medicine they gave me caused what felt like an overnight exorcism, I kept waking up in excruciating pain and cold sweats. I finally passed out cold at like 3am and slept until lunchtime. When I woke I felt like a million bucks.

But it sounds like yours is just “sore,” so probably won’t be that bad. I let mine go for several days before getting checked out and at that point I was in a bad spot.

Keep us posted.

This has become an annual thing I swear for like 3-4 years. Antibiotics.

[96583UP]

Mrs. Bam witnessed a crow swooping down and carrying off a baby rabbit from a nest in the corner of our back yard.

badass

my neighbor has some pigeons that burrowed into his roof and it attracts a red tailed hawk

i was out front the other morning sipping coffee and all the sudden the hawk, which had been hiding camo-style in the other neighbor's tree like 20 feet away, pulls this ridiculous aerial Arc out exploding of the tree then over my roof in a pirouette to land on the pigeon roost

i didnt see how it ended but every bird in the vicinity started going apeshit with their bird panic sounds

was awesome

i was so impressed

i had literally been considering training as a falconer

and now i like kind of want to even more

[96583UP]

Hosting another hot sauce tasting at my place tonight. Here's the lineup:

Mande Picantes - Chile de Árbol (local hot sauce maker)
Butterfly Bakery of Vermont Maple Wood Smoked Onion
Dirty Dick's - Caribbean Dream
Queen Majesty - Scotch Bonnet and Ginger
Yellowbird - Serrano
Baj's Blazin' Hot Sauce - Dad's Original
Ricante Tropical - Pineapple
Angry Goat Pepper - Hippy Dippy Green
Pain is Good - Louisiana Style
Dave's Gourmet - Insanity
Jorge's Semen Mixed with Habanero Pepper

Nice!

Sign me up for the last one

[spike]

Hosting another hot sauce tasting at my place tonight. Here's the lineup:

Mande Picantes - Chile de Árbol (local hot sauce maker)
Butterfly Bakery of Vermont Maple Wood Smoked Onion
Dirty Dick's - Caribbean Dream
Queen Majesty - Scotch Bonnet and Ginger
Yellowbird - Serrano
Baj's Blazin' Hot Sauce - Dad's Original
Ricante Tropical - Pineapple
Angry Goat Pepper - Hippy Dippy Green
Pain is Good - Louisiana Style
Dave's Gourmet - Insanity

Where’s Da Bomb?

[Higgs]

Whilst not confirmed yet there are strong hints that my daughter will finally be allowed to come home after 6 nights across 3 EDs and 2 hospitals. Kidney function essentially stopped after her operation on Tuesday but they look to have finally turned the corner and switched back on.

What a long arse week it has been. I need to catch up on some sleep.