Red Mosquito

wease wrote:Getting ready to leave the party thrown for Mrs Wease’s grandmother. She turned 90 today. There were 7-8 siblings and they’ve only lost 2 (one about 2 months ago) and the rest of them were here.

BurtReynolds wrote:Lost my earbuds and can't find them anywhere.

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.

96583UP wrote:smelled something weird under my kitchen sink today

thought might be a dead mouse

start looking around and see water and black funk

figure i have a clog or a leak

had noticed water wasnt draining as fast recently

the pipes underneath are PVC with screw-off ability so I undo the first one and the smell of poop + death emerges

inside the pipe is coated with half an inch of black death sludge

basically like residue of organic matter probably bacterial colony

just rancid death

jarring

i take the pipe piece outside and wash it with a hose

the shit that sprayed out stayed together like it was flesh

so gross

cleaned that one then did the other side's pipes

sprayed cleaner endlessly on everything like chemical weapons spray

took prob an hour to clean and re-attached everything and dispose of the hell waste

i never used draino before but if it kills this kind of shit i may start buying it and using it periodically

cleaning that stuff manually was life-altering

i have seen the face of hell

tragabigzanda wrote:Happy birthday Anders!

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:Happy birthday Anders! Feel better.

BurtReynolds wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Lost my earbuds and can't find them anywhere.

Guys, you are not gonna believe this! I found them! Everything is gonna be ok.

spike wrote:

Bi_3 wrote: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.

It’s crazy isn’t it. Enjoy your cleaned out plumbing, man. It feels great.

Bi_3 wrote:

spike wrote:

Bi_3 wrote: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.

It’s crazy isn’t it. Enjoy your cleaned out plumbing, man. It feels great.

Thought this was a joke, it is a fact

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.

LetMeSleep wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Lost my earbuds and can't find them anywhere.

Guys, you are not gonna believe this! I found them! Everything is gonna be ok.

Thank the lord.