Buddy just had his 5-gallon propane tank, brand new hatchet, and rocker camp chairs ripped off from his site while out floating and fishing. Fucking people suck.
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Buddy just had his 5-gallon propane tank, brand new hatchet, and rocker camp chairs ripped off from his site while out floating and fishing. Fucking people suck.
This heat is literally making me angry.
Yup. Was just up in the sierras for a week with generally decent temps, came home to a heat wave and have tons of things on my to-do list but don't want to even go outside.
Not sure how people do it. I grew up in the south, so I am familiar with high temp and high humidity. This last week we were on vacation. Felt like we were melting, so fucking hot. Looked at the phone and it was 85ºF. haha. My dog was looking at us on a short hike like WTF!?!? He wanted to turn around. Guess we will be living at 9500' the rest of our lives.
Waking up to a bed full of ants biting me is annoying. Around 3am I feel the cat jump onto the bed, which is not abnormal, he uses the dog door to come and go as he pleases. But apparently his normal outside sleeping spot in the flower bed was the site of a swarm of ants, so of course he loads up on them and brings them to us. Awesome.
^ twig pig is slang for park rangers, forest service law enforcement etc.
We got spoiled with last year's summer and now back to new normal. Perfect timing the air conditioner for my office is broken and they are waiting on a part. Facilities/HR offered to move me to the cube farm, which is almost as hot due to being crammed with millennials. Evidently would cause to much drama with the boomer middle managers to move me into the empty corner office with ac locked at 72. Annoying.
Pig is a pretty lame term, IMO.
Danger Ranger is a better slang.
That would have to be one ugly cat that has Velcro like fur and deposits wood chips indoors.
My daughter's boyfriend's cat likes to bring mice, birds, rabbits, etc. into the house through the dog door. Except while most cats kill the little critters first, this cat likes to bring them in alive. It causes quite a commotion, sometimes in the middle of the night, to suddenly have a bird or rabbit bouncing around inside the house.
Old roommate’s big fat lazy tabby would only hunt bats, caught them and released them in the house, sat back and observed the bedlam. Roommate’s girlfriend once woke up to a flying rodent crawling up the the comforter towards her. Squeaking. I’ll never forget the octave of that shriek waking me.
Current cat only brings in her hunt to show off, then devour in most bloody fashion in front of us. 50/50 on it being puked up an hour or so later, also right in front of us.
The twig pigs seem to be annoyed...
More than 500 people camped out without a permit in Northern California’s Plumas National Forest were given notifications on Wednesday to leave within 48 hours or face fines, the U.S. Forest Service said. The campers are part of the Rainbow Family of Living Light, an unauthorized party in the woods held in a different American national forest every year.
https://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/artic...n-19543203.php
always happy to hassle the hippies.
Citywide gridlock traffic.
1. Presidential debate in town with Biden arriving at the AFB on the north end and Trump arriving at the world's busiest airport at the south end of town. Highway closures from end to end.
2. Copa America USA v Panama match downtown at the same time. There's a zillion fans in town.
3. A million people from every state north of here passing through town on their way to the beach for the 4th.
All my usual side roads I use to get around are solid red on the traffic map on the one day I actually have to drive around to get shit done. It's going to take me an hour to do what would regularly take 15 minutes. FFS.
The dog has figured out how to turn on the bedroom lights in the morning to wake me up to feed her.
The Forest Service pretty much hates the Rainbow Family, and with some good reasons given the history, IMO. Issues are based on social, environmental, and sanitary factors. I found this article, which has some interesting quotes.
https://theashlandchronicle.com/the-...-freaking-out/
I worked on FS fire crews stationed at Antelope Lake on the Plumas back in the day. The nearest town is tiny Greenville, which was devastated by fire a couple years ago. Unless things have changed since I was there, the locals aren’t the type to welcome such a gathering.
Our former cat used to get onto the night table and hit the light button thingy and then proceed to meow like he was being dismembered, and then he would pull my wife's CPAP mask off. Only to eat and jump back into bed like nothing happened. when I spoke to my wife later in the morning she would always say "that fucking cat is going to die if he keeps up with that shit". That fucking cat lived for 20 years.
Y u no e-bike?
NYC traffic blows but it is predictable. By the UN? You're fucked. Id be biking. When I lived in Jersey City I would give the crew truck to the crew to travel back and forth from the job site to their hotel. I always had out of town crews from the mid west and metro Boston. I always took the early ferry to Pier 11 and biked to the site with my back pack of work clothes and changed up at the end of the day for the ride back to Pier 11. My wife had an office near Battery Park, and then World Financial Center, at the time so we would meet up and if we missed the boat (45 minute schedule) we would go to Ulysses' on Stone Street and drink beer until whenever. Those were good days.
That it's 2024 and getting a MRI still feels like a scene from A Clockwork Orange. Such a thoroughly unpleasant experience.
The last MRI i got was 2yrs ago when my son was about 6 months old. Im not gonna lie, being given headphones, a warm blanket and nothing to do for 40 minutes except lie still was glorious. Ive had upwards of 20 MRIs in my life so maybe the unpleasantness has just worn off for me?
The hard of mris and cts for me is keeping my arms above my head--fucked shoulders. The last time they let me leave my arms at my sides. Better.
Even in Vermont, which is about as hippie as you get, there was some concern and a pile of citations:
https://vtdigger.org/2016/06/29/60-r...4th-gathering/
Had a shoulder MRI recently and it was shockingly not unpleasant. Went the "direct to consumer route" at one of these places that advertise on billboards since I didn't have a referral from a provider. Made the appointment at noon, was in the box at 6pm, had a link to the images for the surgeon to review by 8am the next day. $400 out of pocket.
The noise isn't the most pleasant thing but I manage to consistently fall asleep in these machines so...
My dog annoys me. She's decided getting out of the yard was her thing and can't be confined. She walks herself to the neighbor's to play with her dog. Spent a whole day roasting in the sun upgrading our fence instead of packing for a trip. And now the formerly good looking fence looks like ass but I don't have the motivation to fix it any further...
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Fuck Ticketmaster. My kid wanted me to get tickets to Sabrina Carpenter and I told her I would at least consider it, look and see how much it costs. Non-presale tix went on sale today, I get in the queue, and the only tickets available are "verified resale" and there are a lot of them. Today at 10:40am, they went on sale today at 10am. So lots of scalpers bought tix and instantly turn around and sell them on the same fucking platform minutes later for many multiples of the original price and TM allows it (or rather, actually facilitates it).
That fence is hilarious
I tried to get it done at Taylor, but I needed contrast and those places don't do contrast. Not too concerned about cost anyway since surgery alone will tap out my annual OOPM.
The noise is thing for me. Even with the headphones it was like being inside a steampunk jackhammer for 25 minutes.
It's basically bid rate ticket sales with Ticketmaster owning and profiting from both the primary and secondary markets at this point.
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