Talk about your day thread

[bart]

went and got a spork tattooed on my arm

[dad]

let’s see it.

[bart]

I don’t know how to post pics here anymore, last thing I used was photobucket and that was like ten years ago

[Jorge]

Gonna start calling you Sporky

[bart]

I feel like this spork tattoo is really gonna turn things around for me

[dad]

What inspired the idea?

[E.H. Ruddock]

What inspired the idea?

He had a real conundrum while eating cole slaw. Someone handed him a spork and his life hasn’t been the same since

[bart]

I used to be intimidated by stews and phos

[VinylGuy]

Great day, very sunny very chill. Went to this amazing place were they show you all the backgrounds for the operas in the classic Colón Theatre. Amazing place really.

Then coffee and cake, then a little bit of soccer.

Good day indeed.

[E.H. Ruddock]

VG you can call it football, most of us except bammer maybe will know you mean soccer

[VinylGuy]

Uff thank you.

I felt so dirty when I typed that.

[dad]

I hope bart’s tattoo gets him free cafeteria food for life.

[spike]

I used to be intimidated by stews and phos

I don’t see how a spork handles pho noodles.

[bart]

well now I‘m spiraling

[doug rr]

looks like my wife made us appointments today to get the latest covid shot...I think this will be #5

[spike]

looks like my wife made us appointments today to get the latest covid shot...I think this will be #5

Be ready, it took both me and the wife down after about 24 hours.

[doug rr]

looks like my wife made us appointments today to get the latest covid shot...I think this will be #5

Be ready, it took both me and the wife down after about 24 hours.

talked to my buddy in nyc last week who had it and said was a doozy..going out for tacos afterwards and then hunker down

[Rangi Guy]

Just got back last night from a few days up north for my father in law's funeral. My wife got a call Wednesday at about 2:30am saying that he had passed. Thought we'd be set finding accomodation and getting the dog in a kennel being the middle of the week - we had forgotten about it being school holidays. Spent all of the morning trying to find somewhere to stay and get someone to look after the dog. Despite the circumstances - was a good time hanging out with family, and on the last day decided to spend the day doing fun stuff with our girls, so we spent the day in Rotorua and did the luge. First run down our girls had no idea what they were doing and were constantly running off the track, but second run down - I was having trouble keeping up with them. They reffered to it as real life Mario Kart. After that took them to a playground by the lake, got icecream and then went and played mini-golf at this place with about 8 giant Flemmish rabbits hopping around the course.

[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.

[Bi_3]

I have my first colonoscopy tomorrow, apparently those come in your 40s now, and say what you will about modern medicine but that stuff you have to drink the night before is very effective.