Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:You're always on the move, doug

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The Argonaut wrote:You're always on the move, doug

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

The Argonaut wrote:You're always on the move, doug

Not always:

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BurtReynolds wrote:Nooooooooooooooo I just got added to a bunch of meetings

BurtReynolds wrote:Nooooooooooooooo I just got added to a bunch of meetings

doug rr wrote:didn't sleep very well..the dog got up a couple times and he shit in the house this morning just before making it to the door outside..cleaned that up which is a fun way to start the day..have some more packing to do...mrs.doug gets back today and we all get back in the car at 4pm to drive up to Vancouver again..have to hit up Trader Joe's on the way to get groceries for the old people..I feel like I want to sleep for 3 days before we move next Friday...

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:

doug rr wrote:didn't sleep very well..the dog got up a couple times and he shit in the house this morning just before making it to the door outside..cleaned that up which is a fun way to start the day..have some more packing to do...mrs.doug gets back today and we all get back in the car at 4pm to drive up to Vancouver again..have to hit up Trader Joe's on the way to get groceries for the old people..I feel like I want to sleep for 3 days before we move next Friday...

Just do it

Peeps wrote:Training for ITIL this week and next week. 6 days of 3.5 hour training per day. tried day 1 at home but the pooch was too big a distraction (or rather i have no impulse control and just wanted to play with him the whole time)

Peeps wrote:Training for ITIL this week and next week. 6 days of 3.5 hour training per day. tried day 1 at home but the pooch was too big a distraction (or rather i have no impulse control and just wanted to play with him the whole time)

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.

Whitey McTeeth wrote:I’ve been out as trans for about 6 years now. There was a period where I detransioned when I got clean 4 years ago. That was when I started the job I’m currently at. I eventually went back to being a girl, present to one to any stranger I encounter. Everyone refers to me as “he” at my job, and I stopped trying to correct months ago. Maybe it’s my personality, or the fact that my voice is a little lower. I’m not sure why I’m posting this here. Just wanted to vent RM fam.

Jorge wrote:

Peeps wrote:Training for ITIL this week and next week. 6 days of 3.5 hour training per day. tried day 1 at home but the pooch was too big a distraction (or rather i have no impulse control and just wanted to play with him the whole time)

One of my big freelance projects last year was a 10-hour ITIL 4 video training course for Udemy. Fucking boring as hell. Good luck with all that value stream bullshit!