Red Mosquito

BurtReynolds wrote:

tommy wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Turned the keys in at the temp apartment today. Waved at the cybertruck as I left. The owner did not wave back.

Poor guy. He probably thought you were mocking him.

You'd think it would be an honor to receive a wave from a corvette owner to a non-corvette peasant.

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

tommy wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Turned the keys in at the temp apartment today. Waved at the cybertruck as I left. The owner did not wave back.

Poor guy. He probably thought you were mocking him.

You'd think it would be an honor to receive a wave from a corvette owner to a non-corvette peasant.

what the actual fuck

doug rr wrote:had a doctors appointment this morning..all good just need to lose some weight like they always say..talked about stress and anxiety..stopped at target to buy needed things for the apartment..stopped at Dick's drive in on the way home for a cheeseburger and fries..off to a good start

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:had a doctors appointment this morning..all good just need to lose some weight like they always say..talked about stress and anxiety..stopped at target to buy needed things for the apartment..stopped at Dick's drive in on the way home for a cheeseburger and fries..off to a good start

i mean, if i takes eight years to fully become a doctor, are you even qualified to tell another person how to live? i don't think so.

doug rr wrote:

dad wrote:

doug rr wrote:had a doctors appointment this morning..all good just need to lose some weight like they always say..talked about stress and anxiety..stopped at target to buy needed things for the apartment..stopped at Dick's drive in on the way home for a cheeseburger and fries..off to a good start

i mean, if i takes eight years to fully become a doctor, are you even qualified to tell another person how to live? i don't think so.

I would guess she was around my age..she has tats on both biceps, wild, tangled red hair and a total hippie and she loved my Grateful Dead t shirt..she took 3 viles of blood..

doug rr wrote:

Malloy wrote:traveling to seattle for the first time in 30 years. flying on a plane for the first time in three years.

i am become death

want to meet up with me and hammer for a drink?

tommy wrote:

spike wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:

tommy wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Turned the keys in at the temp apartment today. Waved at the cybertruck as I left. The owner did not wave back.

Poor guy. He probably thought you were mocking him.

You'd think it would be an honor to receive a wave from a corvette owner to a non-corvette peasant.

what the actual fuck

Uh oh, spike's jealous

tree_ wrote:

tree_ wrote:Applied freeze-off to a couple of skin tags, one huge and one small. What a weird experience. They were actually covered in ice for a bit. Looking forward to them falling off.

they haven't fallen off yet.. just red and sore

96583UP wrote:fantastic weather today

made it a point to get outside

got swoll

got sun

this planet we are on

it is a giant ball of molten rock with thin crispy crust

another giant fireball gives us heat and light

before this all blows up it's nice to look at the plants in the light

and ride bikes

and listen to PJ MTV Unplugged

which i also did today

man Eddie could sing back then

and Dave A, well, we all know

life is good

i am so much happier with sun and good weather

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

tree_ wrote:

tree_ wrote:Applied freeze-off to a couple of skin tags, one huge and one small. What a weird experience. They were actually covered in ice for a bit. Looking forward to them falling off.

they haven't fallen off yet.. just red and sore

Any luck yet, tree?

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.