My childhood buddy lost half his teeth that way.

I’m thinking that’s what he’s doing here. He’s threatening to fracture the furthest right to get what he wants and he’ll spend a pile to do it. I’m convinced this is his play to buy the Republican party.

They watched Point Break one too many times.

Yep. Pepper plants as well. I just give mine a good shake unless I’m crossing specific varieties in a wind-less environment looking for specific outcomes.

If I’ve got a cool cross I’ll put it under grow lights in the garage and pollinate it by using a cotton swab. If everything works out in a few generations I have a neat new breed by self pollinating a cross breed.

Edit: I’m not growing peppers in a Windows environment. That’ll teach me to comment while drunk! (No it won’t)

Hear me out. Have you tried them grilled in garlic butter with a little sprinkle of parmesan?

If it’s not for you then you won’t get any hate from me. I just wanted to throw that out there.

I can’t speak to crocodile, but I have eaten a lot of gator. If it’s not prepared properly it goes from tasting like water chicken to tasting like swamp thang.

Announce that they’re opening the investigation but need all their land back because the documentation is scattered due to the war. Oh, we just can’t investigate with all this bombing going on, but we really, really want to.

The thing I found out when I was a manager is you will get exactly what you measure. If you measure how long it takes to close tickets your customer service will suffer (that’s a stupid thing to measure anyway, but we had a stupid director). If you measure the number of tickets closed then you’ll get each step of a process as a ticket. If you measure billable hours you’ll get a bunch of time padding.

So since the religion is measuring the amount of sin and (in some denominations cases) good works performed, that’s what you’ll get. How many of the big 10 did you stay on the right side of? Did you put in 2 hours at the soup kitchen? Cool, here’s your ticket to heaven. It’s not measuring how good you are to your fellow humans. And they’re pissed if you don’t have to follow the same rules they do because you don’t believe in the same sins. So they try to force others to live by their dumb ass rules instead of trying to get others to be good people.

Keeping that in mind makes one a bit more sober about what they post.

Speak for yourself, buddy!

Cletus Luxlunae. He’d specialize in spirits. And he’d hate TERFs because they ain’t minding their own fucking business.

And a lot of recruiting companies are afraid you’ll bypass them and go apply directly, thus cutting out the middle man and they’re not allowed to send out goons to break your kneecaps.

That’s no fucking joke. I started with a passion for learning about computers. I love what I do now because I’m a one man company and answer only to myself and my contracts, but I didn’t turn on a computer outside of work for fucking years because of the burnout.

I salute you. I love the fact that everyone takes off the day before or after a holiday and the entire time between Christmas and New Year. No one is around so I get to sign in, turn on my script to keep my computer from sleeping, and walk away.

I did check the backups this morning. I’m sure some jackass wants to deploy tonight since it’s a 3 day weekend. Not my problem and backups are good as of 10am. If they call me out over a holiday weekend my contract is very specific about the on call fee, holiday pay, and minimum hours. So today I’m just hanging out and prepping for Saturday’s cook out.

I used to be the kind of person who hated anything popular. And in Texas country music has always been popular. So I mercilessly mocked anyone who enjoyed it. “So is your cousin any good in bed?” “What has 103 fingers and 32 teeth? The front row at a Garth Brooks concert.” I have dozens of jokes about being stupid, inbred, toothless, smoking cigarettes, going to Walmart, and other stereotypical things associated with being a country music fan.

I’m still not a fan but sometime in the last 10-12 years or so I stopped giving a shit what anyone else liked. If it’s not for me but it’s not hurting anyone I just don’t care if someone likes country or pop, movies with popular actors, wants to dress in a way I see as weird, likes food that I don’t enjoy, or whatever.

I wish I could go back and change it because I know I made some people feel bad for enjoying what they like.

Edit: fixed a word.

I still remember every phone number from the day I learned to memorize phone numbers until I got my first cell phone. I remember my pager number. I remember my high school best friend’s parents’ number. I still know the number to the Mongolian BBQ joint that I ordered from when I was stationed in South Carolina. None of these are useful to me.

Also of no use is my icq number from the 90s that I remember.

However, the only useful numbers I remember are my main phone number, my parents land line (but that’s a holdover from before my first cell), and one friend who lives out of state. I don’t know anyone’s number who lives within 4 hours of me.

I don’t know what’s wrong with my brain.

I have a great therapist these days who has helped me a lot. I still hate therapy. I did finally figure out why, though. Because, with the exception of therapy and a couple of really great people, everyone I’ve ever been vulnerable in front of has weaponized it against me. So even though I know my therapist wouldn’t actually do that I’m still waiting on it to come back and bite me.

🎶If it takes forever I will wait for you

For a thousand summers I will wait for you🎵

What movie? Never heard of it.