Recent Purchases

[tree_]

that coffee mug storage is insane

Yeah I thought that was strange too. In some pictures there are paper towels there. I don't think it comes with those hooks

[Ello Sailor]

You gonna b*ng your wife on that toy kitchen island?

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

Island Mine

[spike]

State of Love and Hutch

[spike]

1/2 Roll

[spike]

Carting Ways

[E.H. Ruddock]

A badminton set

[Higgs]

I used to have a couple pairs of local-produced ear buds, the type that are connected by a cord that sits behind your neck. Both have had battery issues and now are kinda useless. I need a new set of headphones of some sort for plane travel etc and was umming and aahing whether to go with a bluetooth over-ear type or in-ear buds (never had a set before). Did some review reading and decided to go with the Pixel Buds Pro, in the main because I already have (and love) a Pixel phone. Also because I could get them for AUD $179 when they are RRP AUD $299.

Just received them and gotta say the set up was simple as, the mid sized tips fit in my ear easy and comfy and the sound is pretty damn good for what I want (but I suspect they will stay cranked at "10").

All-in-all happy with these so far at least.

[bodysnatcher]

car battery

[spike]

car battery

so fucking heavy

[wease]

And expensive

[dad]

car battery

merry christmas to your car!

[bodysnatcher]

car battery

so fucking heavy

The best part was I parked at the opposite entrance from the auto dept at the gigantic Walmart

[dad]

car battery

so fucking heavy

The best part was I parked at the opposite entrance from the auto dept at the gigantic Walmart

did it feel like you were in a strong-man competition?

[bodysnatcher]

car battery

so fucking heavy

The best part was I parked at the opposite entrance from the auto dept at the gigantic Walmart

did it feel like you were in a strong-man competition?

I carried it on my shoulder like a ghetto blaster

[Bammer]

I purchased a day at winter camp for my kids so we could have the whole day to ourselves for Mrs. Bam’s birthday. And I purchased a couples massage. Honestly I would prefer to just send her on a massage by herself and have a couple hours free but I think she’ll appreciate that I’m there with her. There are other things I’d prefer to spend $200 on than a massage for myself but you do what you gotta do.

[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.

[spike]

I purchased a day at winter camp for my kids so we could have the whole day to ourselves for Mrs. Bam’s birthday. And I purchased a couples massage. Honestly I would prefer to just send her on a massage by herself and have a couple hours free but I think she’ll appreciate that I’m there with her. There are other things I’d prefer to spend $200 on than a massage for myself but you do what you gotta do.

You may need it after the flag football game.

[Higgs]

In slightly related news, I spat it with my wife at the shopping centre today, told her I was off and would catch her later, and promptly spent $100 on a 60 minute massage for myself. Having the phone on do not disturb for the 60 minutes was worth it alone.