Installed one for my wife when she moved it, never used it. At this point I’ve forgotten it’s even there. Talk about old habits dying hard.
Installed one for my wife when she moved it, never used it. At this point I’ve forgotten it’s even there. Talk about old habits dying hard.
My wife blots with a bit of TP and tosses it in the trash can. Guessing plumbing is more sensitive where she’s from.
Just mash it through with your finger pads, you about can’t be cut.
SOURCE: Guy who has cut himself on every available surface in his house.
I’ll tell you exactly what can be done.
Sullivan described a tense scene in which ICE agents pounced on Martell-Lebron without identifying themselves, put him into a pickup and sped away.
SHOOT. THEM.
I’m not being a keyboard tough guy here. My wife is a legal immigrant, and damningly brown. This is a thing I’ve thought about quite a bit.
Unidentified men try to snatch her or get in my house? They are getting killed, best I can. And yes, I’ll likely die as well. I’m at peace with that, as much as I can be. Terror has a way of flipping the table on even the best laid plans.
I almost always have a pistol, rifle or shotgun within reach, and only those guns that are rock solid and with which I practice, and I practice one to three times a week. I’m also prepared for night fighting, quick. Rarely carry except in the woods or somewhere strange I’m unsure about, but that’s going to change. (And I fucking hate it.)
And it’s not just ICE. Been saying for years that once MAGA truly gets the idea that the law does not apply to them, they’ll be forming posses. Perhaps we will call them Red Shirts.
FFS, it’s like no one really studied WWII in Europe. This is happening now. Trump dying will probably take the air out of the whole thing, I hope. But if he remains in power long enough, his people will have strengthened their situation. You know they’re planning for what to do if he keels over with a blown heart.
(Sorry for the rant. Just got home from work and “relaxing”.)
They didn’t quote the judge but he is fucking torqued off.
Hit F12 and rewrite the text. Much of the bullshit memes we see are done like that.
Well, one would expect mountainous areas to flood because elevation focuses water flow. I’m in Florida, flattest state in the union. We never flood except in hurricanes, and those floods don’t last like they do in other places, in and out.
Making bee hotels for solitary bees is child’s play. Take a chunk of wood, drill holes, hang in a tree.
Technical aspects:
That’s mostly it. You can research easily enough in an hour or less There’s a woman on YouTube that sells bee hotels and has solid advice for making your own. Wish I remembered her name. Anyone?
Damned satisfying when you find the holes plugged with wax! You have new tenants! Stupid easy and basically free.
CAVEAT: These things are single use. Chunk 'em out every season, or better, burn them. Keeps the mites out. Make another for free.
So wish I still had my VIC-20 and 64.
I counted my parents collection. Uh, am I cheating?
Now this is a unique post! Can’t imagine any 20-somethings scoring zero. Go go retro bro!
The fire rises brother! (OK, not an appropriate quote, just wanted to say it.)
All that and never had a ghetto blaster?! Hah, that’s a weird experience.
I counted my parents owning Encyclopedia Britannica. 54 here.
Walkman was the only game in town as I remember. Where there generic versions? Think maybe I had a shitty one, but Walkman was the gold standard.
And so were the headphones! First in-ear audio that actually rocked out. Again, not sure there was much of anything else, but Iron Maiden thumped in those things. Now I want another pair.
It’s in a protective bag, must be a vintage-for-sale thing. Original price was $1.95, $8.53 today.
Had never heard of this, and my first computer had a tape drive. Went to a tiny computer camp and we had a sweet D&D game, but it took 10-minutes to load, if it didn’t fuck up. Had to start it before our break or we’d only have 5 minutes to play.
You’ll love my comment from yesterday!
Fuck me, y’all believe anything. Ever seen a trapped rodent?! Think it just sat there and said, “Oh well. This is my life now.”?
It’s always the lingering part. What was that one that fucked Houston not long ago? Sat on top of them forever. Hurricane Ivan was like that down here. Only a CAT-3 at landfall, but I listened to that freight train sound for over 10 fucking hours.