Red Mosquito

spike wrote:

Jorge wrote:Met a guy whose name sounds like Kyle but he spells it Kial

kill it with fire

wease wrote:Oldest Weaseling just called and said she saw a car drive thru a house a couple of blocks away. I wish I’d known Chud was in town. I would’ve invited him over for supper.

96583UP wrote:one cymbal hath arrived

one in transit

band almost back together

spike wrote:I think I hear Doug tuning up over in the food forum.

Rangi Guy wrote:Went back to Jiu Jitsu last night for the first time in almost a year, just the fundamentals class. Didn't come out hobbled, so that's a plus - but by skin has gotten soft in my time away. My face is all messed up today mainly from rubbing against my opponent's Gi

Ello Sailor wrote:

96583UP wrote:one cymbal hath arrived

one in transit

band almost back together

Details pls.

Ello Sailor wrote:Nice, those cymbals will do the job for sure.

Fender Rumble combos are the best budget practice bass amps IMO. Even the smaller cones move some serious air.

Peeps wrote:im taking my fannie mae course.

i thought i was done with tests years ago :/

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.

Ello Sailor wrote:

Peeps wrote:im taking my fannie mae course.

i thought i was done with tests years ago :/

Are they testing your fanny for general usability?

tragabigzanda wrote:Good stuff numbers up. If I were outfitting a kit today, I’d go fast crashes all the way.