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Last Night I Supported a Local Pub. Old fashioned kit.

Up early and lit the charcoal in the Weber. Drained the brisket and seasoned both sides with fresh ground pepper. One received a little ground chipotle. Added hickory chunks and I’m now smoking. Should be ready for lunch.

Hey! Stop being so hard on yourself.......I mean you're human after all. One without any backbone and gumption it's true.....or any self-respect or moral fibre........but still human. There....now don't you feel better? Your problem is that you're far too hard on yourself Sweetcheeks.

So WOChrisL says that her mom has connected with a guy in a dating site who is in Fresno. Through their chats MIL mentions she has a daughter in CA. Dude asked her for a picture & phone number and so she asks WOChrisL if it’s OK to send him her number!?!? WOChrisL told her not only no but hell no. Don’t ever give any of my personal info to the pervs and crooks on those sites. “They are not all crooks???” Really, how many have tried to hit you up for money? Uh all of them...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: I started losing my hearing at age 30, and the No. 1 response I get when I say “I have hearing problems” tends to be, “What?” This “joke” was mildly amusing the first time, but has gotten pretty old by the thousandth. My usual response is a sort of exasperated/resigned sigh, and “Oh, wow, I’ve never heard THAT one before!” or a weak smile and a “ha ha.” Since I imagine that sarcasm is probably not very polite, I’m looking for a response that is both polite and pointed, to let the would-be comedian know that this joke is old, tiresome and not appreciated. GENTLE READER: A concerned expression and, “Oh dear. You, too?”

Setting my wife's zoom account up for her as she has another conference with students this morning. While making sure everything worked I was checking settings and noticed an option on the camera settings to "enhance my appearance' so of course I clicked on it. Nothing changed with my image..., I mean at all. Which can only mean one of two things, 1) I am pretty much perfect or more likely..... 2) The computer was saying to itself "Holy shit...., where do we start?"

Definitely suburban lumber jacking though, with a smallish (14”?) corded electric chainsaw. How embarrassing yet practical! Only aboot a 4” diameter tree that was only aboot 12 or so feet tall and thoroughly rotted. But I managed to not let it fall on me or anything else - yay! And it is in the poison ivy patch of wildness on my otherwise well groomed back forty feet. It is probably a good thing it rotted away so it never had a chance to become a big ass pine tree that would have been a pita or ‘spensive to take down. .

Politics will be locked in this forum rather quickly. I'm going riding. Please other mods, stay diligent. Love ya, RG, but we have to keep things civil here. Things go badly and we want to prevent that.

There are probably a 100 volunteer service opportunities in your immediate area. She can collect UI and do good for those in need.

I'd collect UI. I have enough menial jobs around the house to do to last 2 pandemics.

Hillary2016

A herd of eight deer were in the front yard and are moving to the back of the estate. They keep the shrubbery from growing unruly. They are quite efficient

How about the Spanish Inquisition?

So many R/C topics and @BR46 comments about sidecar racing have brought out some memories from when I raced R/C I loved the competition and camaraderie. We had a great group locally and in the Omaha/Lincoln group I traveled with when I started racing gas cars. The road trips together were great times. We all wanted everyone to race. If someone was having a bad day and broke, everyone would do their best to help get that guy back on track. I remember a guy who popped the rod in his engine. Three different guys "Frankensteined" and engine together from spare parts so he could at least race. He almost won with that engine! You developed a "feel" for your cars. There were times it almost felt like you were in the car. To this day, I can watch a race and see what's going on with a car long before the race coverage picks up on it. My reflexes and peripheral vision were so much better. Things happen so fast, it became instinctual. You also had to read the track way ahead of where you were. At my best, I was looking at the track several corners ahead of where my car was so I could set up my line and adjust to any changes that had happened since the previous lap. Sometimes I was mentally driving the car ahead of me instead of seeing my car so I could try to set up the pass. This carried over to my regular driving. I avoided many accidents on the road because I saw things develop way beyond me and could plan to avoid it. I still have some of the abilities, but I have noticed I am not looking as far forward as I used to. I miss some of it, but not enough to spend what it would take to get back into it at a racing level. I may have to pull out some of the old gear and see if it even works anymore just to putter around.

When my daughter was ready to return to the workforce after her cancer/disability, she found getting interviews was tough sledding because of her employment gap. Once she updated her LinkedIn profile with a part time "menial" job at Target, she started getting interview requests. Something to complete the timeline on the resume' is preferable to gaps. BTW - Please do not call jobs "menial". All that does is devalue the person doing the job. We are witnessing now how "menial" jobs are now "essential". My youngest daughter has chosen to go back to "menial" work as a barista at Starbucks, because it provides full medical insurance and 401K while still allowing her to do her preferred profession of photography. When she lived at home, she worked at the local Starbucks. A good friend of mine who is a crisis counselor worked there part time. She told me something my daughter did that she never shared with us. There was another coworker in fragile state emotionally. One night she had a meltdown in the lobby of the Starbucks. All the other coworkers froze. My daughter sat down with the coworker on the floor of the lobby and held her while telling the adults in the room to call the police on the non-911 number so a bad situation didn't get worse. She talked and consoled the coworker and walked her out to the police car. The officers told my counselor friend our daughter handled the situation better than most adults would have. We don't know the stories of "menial" workers. Please don't judge them by their position at a job.

I don't think that a menial job is worth the risk right now.

So, I got an advert for medical masks for sale. boxes of 50 for $2.25, so I read. Passed it along to the PTB & they said "Order 10,000", that was Thursday of last week. So I did. Overlord CFO called my boss' boss on Wednesday. "So, what y'all buy for $22,500?" Boss' boss visits 2Far's den, & makes the query. <<Cue deer in headlights from 2Far>> After a (very little) investigation, it was $2.25 per mask. Oy.

It was a great hobby and I spent a considerable amount of time and treasure learning about it. I belonged at one time or another to 3 clubs that each could put 100 cars on the track on any given race day. In my last two years of full time racing I raced on a dirt oval track one year in which I had the pole and the feature win for the entire season, all while working on other peoples cars doing my best to bring them up to speed and the the last year with a paved road racing club with virtually the same results. In that last year I would arrive before anyone arrived and practice a bit before working to set up the track. One day the second person to arrive walked up behind me and watched for a bit before suddenly exclaiming "You're driving the actual track and it isn't even there yet". Yep. There was some absolute concentration there. I can't do that at the age of 73 anymore. My eyesight and reflexes aren't in that area anymore. The cost today is too high. I used to win with a box stock kit car at a price of about $150 with club handout motors. Today one of those pavement road racing cars begins with a $450 carbon fiber chassis to which you add perhaps $1000 in electronics and tires. I wouldn't be able to afford even the current drag racing car if I hadn't sold almost all my other racing and flying equipment. It will easily top the price of a decent aluminum bicycle before it's competitive. It seems to be a trend that happens in all hobbies. What's a good plastic bike going for these days? Of course my real race car motors went from about $5,000 to over $100,000 along the way and drove me out of that hobby too. I think BR46 has the right idea with rebuilding "old" equ9pment.

I was expecting this.

I was hungry. Real hungry. My wife has been working her ass off. I broke down and ordered a pizza. It was a Hawaiian pizza. I had 5 slices. I'm pretty sure the weight I lost staying home these last 3 weeks was just put back on. I was determined to eat it. Not good for the heart disease folks. What can I say? I just broke down. And I was not disappointed. It was from Brunos and it was grubbin'. It was everything I was hoping it to be.

I posted this picture on my high school's private Facebook page and asked: I'm optimistic: How do you like my new swimming trunks? The first comment was: Are you going to cut them into a face mask?

I warched that one too. It is on at one here sp I asjusted my work lunch time while on wfh so I can watch it. The best part is the audience questions. My all time favorites 'Dude, is that a belly button or a blowhole" and "I am just curious, while you are here do you have someone trailer sitting for you or do you just lock the padlock?"

Just for the record ChrisL, this is an awesome post and I only gave you a 'whatever' because you already had 6 of the 8 options and I don't think anyone has ever hit for the cycle and gotten them all on one thread

We need to get back to normal. They are turning this into hand sanitizer and I'm running low. I need to resupply on gut sanitizer. Pretty good stuff. I like the rye best.

Really? Have you not been following the saga? I'm surprised she asked WoC if it was OK before she sent it.

I can't say for your state, but here they give you a total amount of money which when divided by your payment equals a certain number of weeks. If you take a part time job then they withhold some of your unemployment check but at a less than dollar for dollar rate. The withheld money is kept in your total dollar pool though and when what you thought were the number of weeks runs out you will still get paid unemployment till that extra money runs out. You are actually better off working a part time job and still collecting than either by itself.

No more lap dances for you.

Just hear back. She's swamped

EPG. He's not here but should be banned from anywhere.

Anyone who talks about bikes.

Maybe that's why they went out of business

Hold his belt up?

She should be coming up for Air any time now.

Mary Ann was sexier(IMO) but Ginger is way more likely to have been willing do freaky shit. It's a dilemma

Troll baiter. Whoever stirs the pot should have to lick the spoon.

In road racing it's

When I saw the title, I thought maybe you were watching "Chopped". Looks beautiful!

Happy weekend everyone...if it is quiet today..I may boogie early!! We are expecting springlike sunshine this weekend.

And abit more:

I went out to get the mail, and the groundskeepers were here working on the lawns. They had just cut the grass and it smelled just like summer! But the good sort of summer where it's still breezy and cool and not like real summer which is too hot. It was so nice it almost made me forget how allergic I am.

Yeah! My weekend started when I woke up this morning.

It's true that I'm drinking a little more.....but I do mean a little as I don't drink much by most people's standards. This Lock-down has meant that I'm learning things though. Things I have learned from this time. It is not possible to sit down for five minutes without putting something in your mouth. Those jobs…delayed until you had time… now have other reasons for not being done. Someone….somewhere….and without anyone noticing, has done a time-shift. It is now perfectly permissible to have your lunch at four-forty while still in your pyjamas. There is now no appetite to watch serious programmes on television or read serious books…..you find that you have an appetite for rubbish of every sort…and the more rubbishy the better. That before you store your empty bottles, it is imperative that they be thoroughly washed…..as not to do so means that storing these in bulk causes an enormous stink. Not to do so means that you run the risk of the Postman reporting you for running unlicensed premises…..the officious idiot. It is acceptable, when answering a wrong number…..to engage the caller for a good hour and a half listening to him talk about his wife’s bladder weakness…and for the whole thing to be really engrossing. Quinine pills may serve the same purpose as Tonic in preventing cramp…..but Gin and Tonic means that you don’t care if it ever gets any better. I have learned that there is no good reason to change your underwear more than once a week. To do more…. is an affectation and a mere sop to the overly fastidious.

It's great being a Lumberjack....right? I just love being able to slap my thigh and spit a lot.......do you wear women's clothing? That's a bonus.

So edit... Ended up walking to my daughters, walking Smokey, walking home, walking to a local restaurant for dinner. Probably walked 5 miles after posting this...

Very yucky!

Gilligan was a dum dum. That would just not work out well. The professor wasn't bad looking. Yeah, likely him. He could build things to make me happy.

A blonde sees a flier on a bulletin board that reads, "Cruise -- Only $5." She goes to the address on the flier and hands the receptionist $5. The receptionist nods to a burly man reading a newspaper. He walks over to the blonde and knocks her unconscious. The blonde wakes up tied to a log floating down river. To her right, she sees one of her blonde friends. "Do you think they're going to serve food on this trip?" she asks. Her friend replies, "They didn't last year."

Ok, so one rubber band and two zip ties. And a small can of bear spray. And this ashtray. Stay safe.