Red Mosquito

Bammer wrote: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 wrote:

Bammer wrote: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 wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote: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?

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:

Bammer wrote:Got antibiotics for this sore left testicle.

Epididimitis?

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

Bammer wrote: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.

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:

Bammer wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Bammer wrote: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.

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

Jorge wrote: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

Jorge wrote: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