Red Mosquito

Rangi Guy wrote:

Yeah - that's the same as the one we bought a few months back. Was wheeling it down a slope and my daughter scootered into my leg at full speed causing me to lose my balance - the BBQ tipped and being ceramic it just shattered on the concrete

Also picked up one of these just in time to keep the little ones occupied during the school holidays some

along with

daft twat wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

Yeah - that's the same as the one we bought a few months back. Was wheeling it down a slope and my daughter scootered into my leg at full speed causing me to lose my balance - the BBQ tipped and being ceramic it just shattered on the concrete

Also picked up one of these just in time to keep the little ones occupied during the school holidays some

along with

Get the $20 ($500 Au?) dlc for Mario kart and buy a digital copy of Shredder’s Revenge to play with the little ranga. It’s totally tubular.

Rangi Guy wrote:

daft twat wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

Yeah - that's the same as the one we bought a few months back. Was wheeling it down a slope and my daughter scootered into my leg at full speed causing me to lose my balance - the BBQ tipped and being ceramic it just shattered on the concrete

Also picked up one of these just in time to keep the little ones occupied during the school holidays some

along with

Get the $20 ($500 Au?) dlc for Mario kart and buy a digital copy of Shredder’s Revenge to play with the little ranga. It’s totally tubular.

Shredder's revenge you say? And what's the advantage to getting the DLC for Mario?

dad wrote:not owning a microwave is not weird.

i try to avoid using ours if possible. they're nothing but trouble.

daft twat wrote:

dad wrote:not owning a microwave is not weird.

i try to avoid using ours if possible. they're nothing but trouble.

It’s weird. I think it’s weird when I get a hotel room and there isn’t one.

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.

dad wrote:

daft twat wrote:

dad wrote:not owning a microwave is not weird.

i try to avoid using ours if possible. they're nothing but trouble.

It’s weird. I think it’s weird when I get a hotel room and there isn’t one.

there's just never a good balance with them. you want to melt some butter fast? toss it in the microwave and let it splatter the walls.

no thanks.

Norris wrote:

dad wrote:

daft twat wrote:

dad wrote:not owning a microwave is not weird.

i try to avoid using ours if possible. they're nothing but trouble.

It’s weird. I think it’s weird when I get a hotel room and there isn’t one.

there's just never a good balance with them. you want to melt some butter fast? toss it in the microwave and let it splatter the walls.

no thanks.

you know you can cover the dish with a paper towel, right?

dad wrote:not owning a microwave is not weird.

i try to avoid using ours if possible. they're nothing but trouble.

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:not owning a microwave is not weird.

i try to avoid using ours if possible. they're nothing but trouble.

our house had one above the stove when we moved in..we stored bread and tortillas in it for a couple years until we renovated