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The man who invented the motor boat died the other day. There was a wake.

I have a weird irrational sadness at the thought of your leaving NH. You gotta do what’s right for you though.
I’m pretty sure that the decline and fall thing is a global matter. And real. Should be noted that history never actually repeats itself. Human behavior does. For instance Rome lost its Republic, but the Roman Empire went on for centuries before the Decline and Fall happened. The early emperors were actually competent leaders. Quite unlike our little Mussolini wannabe.

Mmm. Chicken fried crow. Tasty…

I was poor for awhile, even homeless. That really sucked. I’m not rich now, but at least I’m not poor.

I went through high school in the 80s. Yeah, the clique thing was real. We had some regional ones too. The expatriate California surfer dude set. And dormitory kids, from the rez. And cowboys.

Yeah, I remember that Bananarama cover.

It is advised that you remove all your clothes if you think you are about to get into a fight. It is.

I switched to my summer hat today.

If I remember correctly, Prince actually got the right to use the name “Prince” again.

As far as the topic goes: I’m pretty sure you would have to specify that the target was invisible to have any hope of locating it. I don’t know if you could further describe the target to a specific description or, if it would just find the nearest invisible creature. Seems like the spell should specifically mention that it has the ability to “see” invisible creatures if it has such an ability.

Of course a barbarian is anyone who is not Greek. The only civilized people in the whole world.

The GM could be difficult and have the hand go to the nearest person that the caster can’t see. Invisible has meaning other than just the spell, after all.

I just had the epiphany that housecleaning and ninjitsu are one and the same: When you leave a room, all I want is to not be able to tell you were there in the first place.

I guess if a ninja enters the room, kills you, then leaves; it would free you from ever having to clean house again. Win?

I think there is a movie. I haven’t seen it, but I have watched The Grapes of Wrath and Cannery Row. Beer floats are not good.

Yes, I now want all the kinds of onager.

Mellow Max?

Which could be a problem if you come to work with your pants off. Ahem, I mean an hour late.

And my necessary Daylight Savings rant.

The People: We hate Daylight Savings! Make it stop!
The Gub'ment: OK, do you want it always on, or should we introduce a half-hour shift?
The People: WTF? We didn't ask for either of those!
The Gub'ment: Sounds like you like Daylight Savings after all!

People of Arizona and Hawaii say: Daylight what now? That’s right, I always have to brag.

Ah, yes. The Future. I’ve heard of that place… I wonder what it’s like.

I fried up potatoes, onions, red bell peppers, yellow squash, and pork sausage. Then rolled burrito after burrito. They will be my breakfasts for the week. Had a couple for my evening meal tonight. May have been a bad choice. Pork sausage is not at all gout friendly.

Took the bike out today. It’s kind of warm for a leather jacket. Got some pork for the grill, some coleslaw mix and a twelver of Sierra Nevada pale ale. Took the dirt road back home so my beers are foamy when I crack them. It’s gonna be a pleasant evening.

Slacker.

I mean, who doesn't like sandy yams.

Salt is bad for your blood pressure. Sand improves your digestion. Who’s laughing now?

B of A engulfed my old bank. Later I fired them because they closed all their local branches.

I also fired direcTV. Netflix, and Sirius/XM. I was planning on going back to SXM, but they made it a little too hard to cancel.

I’m okay with that. Just don’t tell me that pork isn’t.

It’s not kosher.

You should never buy gold, you should only pan for it.

Of course.

Takes a hotter than average fire.

Let’s see. One-Punch Man?

Also, bitter is good. I loves me a nice IPA. The one from Boneyard is quite tasty.

Eyeballs are still a little buggy, I guess.

Heh. Me too.

When I worked construction, we got Thanksgiving and Christmas off. Without pay, of course. Also got rain days off and “there is no work lined up” days off. Also without pay. Didn’t always get rain days off, it depended on the project we were doing. You can’t really grade a dirt lot when your tires dig deep ruts in the mud.

Underwear: A wise choice.

NobodysHome wrote:

Now I feel like Abe Simpson.

I was going to reply, "And I'll bet dollars to donuts that tap was put in by an unlicensed handyman or DIYer and never inspected."

Then I started thinking, "I'll be you dollars to donuts" is a really odd phrase. It's supposed to mean, "I'll give you really good odds," but that was from way back when donuts were probably a dollar a dozen or less. These days you'd be lucky to get a single donut for a dollar unless you go somewhere terrible like Dunkin' Donuts, and would you really want their donuts?

Then I started thinking about the great donut places from my childhood, like French's Donuts with the really nice old ladies who hand-made donuts every day, and the Krispy Kreme donut revival before the anti-carb movement killed them...

...and I realized I was Abe Simpsoning.

Well, Grandpa, I don't know if they're still as good as they were, but Big Ho (aka Minnesota Boy) and this Wisconsin girl *both* used to swear by Kingpin doughnuts, up near the U.C. Campus.

I will not recount the time that Whingey Wizzard and Big Ho and I went there for late-night doughnuts after seeing "Forbidden Kingdom" in the cinema and I was trying to replicate the Monkey King's moves on a lamppost outside and did something unfortunate to my cargo pants, because it's embarrassing.

So, this post should have been the one at the top of the page.

Remember those Pearl Jam lyrics you could never understand? It’s “Four to five virgins and a pelican”.

Sans clothes it seems.

Back in the days of photography, if you took a picture of a group of people; it wasn’t called a “themsie”.

NobodysHome wrote:

There's something poetic in here somewhere. The 18th is our official, "We're out of money and starting to float credit card debt" deadline, so I called Bank of America to find out whether our checks had been sent yet. "Oh, we sent it on the 27th, but it can take 7-10 days to get there and it hasn't been that long yet, so if it's not there by the end of next week call us back."

Yes. A bank just told me that the check's in the mail.

Sorry, but since you cancelled your PayPal account I have no way of sending any money to help.

Well, aside of the fact that 24 dollars I have on PayPal right now wouldn't probably made any meaningful difference, anyway.

Well, I don’t actually need your 24 dollars, but I’m sure I can find something to spend it on.

The grocery store had fresh cherries from Chile. Yeah, I got some. I did not look at the price tag. They’re good for me olde gout. They were actually pretty okay. Still have some.

Waterhammer wrote:

I’m just here for the chips.

Yeeessss?

That’s correct. All the kinds.

I’m just here for the chips.

Theconiel wrote:

David M Mallon wrote:

I understand that colloquial definitions are not literal definitions, but every time I hear someone use the phrase "completely decimated," I die a little inside.

Do you die 10% inside?

Why, in fact, I did.

Every tenth one of you was cut down by the centurion, I bet.

Captain Yesterday, FaWtL 6 News wrote:

How long does it take to drill through 3 feet of solid stone?

6 hours.

The More You Know!!

Were you using a sledge hammer and old fashioned star bit because if not that would be faster....

Yeah, if you drilling down using a 90 lb pneumatic drill, you could probably do that in about three minutes.

Probably good the kid doesn’t know what “joint chiefs” really means.

I LOVE PUNXSUTAWNEY PHIL

The groundhog holds no sway in these parts.

If I was spending someone else’s money, I probably be more frugal than if it was mine.

My mom’s side of the family has a burial plot, but mom and dad only have a token of ash there with their head stones. My dad got emptied out at an overlook of the Mogollon Rim. And my mom is on my grandfather’s homestead. We don’t own it anymore. She’s actually on national forest.

Served with a toxic metal finger dip to remind you to hold it only by the crust, and throw that bit away. Assumes that you are not a tin miner and don’t already have toxic metals on your fingers.

Me, I ate like a savage. Grilled country style pork ribs. Boneless. Is that an oxymoron? One of the meat chunks got blackened because my grill turned into a structure fire. Still edible, I was watching the grill. Also sliced up a quarter cabbage, as fine as I could. Dressed it with apple cider vinegar and salt. Not complaining, pretty good.

It is currently -17 degrees (or -39 with the windchill) so unfortunately looks like i won't be wearing shorts today.

Cloudy/overcast today. I still took the moto out for a ride today. The chill was starting to sink in by the time I got home though. Heated hand-grips are awesome.

If the folks who posted on this thread way back in 2010 had a time machine, they could travel forward in time, and get the Ultimate Campaign book. It’s got all kinds of rules for building. From a simple cabin, to a huge complex.

Limeylongears wrote:

Drejk wrote:

Fantasy Monster: Cheese Gremlin

Based on a heartbreakingly True Story.

** spoiler omitted **

Of course it was. There can be only one, after all.

But there were none! NONE!

Down that back alley, where you could not see. Lightning crackles around a triumphant gouda, who brandishes a cheese slicer, then runs off into the night.

And because you are paying them back, you are not building up an emergency fund. So the cycle continues. Yup, I been there.