A Thread for Random Musings

[Lord Liaden]

Yes, but it's actually 27 steps due to thread drift.

[Pariah]

I'm not sure what you're talking about when you mention thread driSQUIRREL!!!

[Old Man]

I’m tired of the hurricane now. Can someone please turn off the generator? Thanks. 

[Bazza]

Done

[Pariah]

Thunderstorms make it hard for me to sleep. Mostly because I want to go outside and watch.

[Old Man]

Florida’s nice. Too bad it’ll be underwater soon. 

[Lord Liaden]

On 9/6/2019 at 10:42 AM, Pariah said:

Thunderstorms make it hard for me to sleep. Mostly because I want to go outside and watch.

 

I sympathize, but I mostly watch lightning storms. 😛

[Cancer]

Telling the single-issue telephone pollster that I consider my political stance to be that of bomb-throwing anarchist did, to her credit, get a chuckle out of her.

[Pariah]

Ugh, it smells like someone was vaping black licorice in here.

[Pariah]

Sometimes, no matter your age, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich just hits the spot.

[Cancer]

... especially if the spot is your white shirt front.

[Cancer]

Creative Writing Class, mid-term assignment prompt.

 

Hypothesize an inventory of pills that give you temporary (say, for half an hour or so) superpowers.

 

For the case at hand, suppose pills that convey Lightning Lad-type electrical energy blasts, and the ability to absorb same.

 

Now imagine four drunk goobers out in the woods at night, each having popped one of these pills along with their several pints of cheap lager, and they are throwing lightning bolts at each other, having drunken hysterics at the phenomenon.

 

Requirements: 3000 to 5000 words, no sex, no fatalities (except perhaps among the goobers), minimal f-bombs.  No other constraints on content.  Due date: One week from receipt of this prompt.

[death tribble]

The Vuelta kicked up a notch with a flat stage subject to cross winds. The guy who was in 5th place joined a breakaway and got back 5 minutes putting him in 2nd place but still 2 minutes behind the leader. It ain't over yet

[Cancer]

Meanwhile, for the first time in six or eight years, we have a new kitten in the house.  She has already demonstrated that she has quite the voice.

[Pariah]

Whenever I feel like I just might be brilliant, I remember that Greg Lake wrote "Lucky Man" when he was twelve.

[Cancer]

I put the bird feeders out for the first time this season, and it took a couple of hours before they were discovered by the birds (though the squirrel tried to find a way to plunder them rather more quickly).  First in were the two crows resident south of the house, who are only interested in the suet.  The juncos followed the crows in.

[Cancer]

... and this morning the little birds are hitting the feeder in force, despite the rain.

[death tribble]

It's only been three weeks and he's changed his avatar again !

Will he ever stop torturing us ?

[Cancer]

One way to discover new, unsuspected and alien modes of operation on your pad is to try using it while the new kitten is also batting at things on its display.

[Cancer]

On 4/22/2017 at 7:55 AM, Cancer said:

I'll be in the March for Science here in Seattle in few hours.

 

If the forces of ignorance, avarice, and intolerance descend and strike me down, avenge me.

 

Another year, another march.  As before: If the forces of ignorance, avarice, and intolerance descend and strike me down, avenge me.

[Cancer]

On a different front, having one's home internet connection gone due to either local network failures or a home router gone tango upsilon is annoying.  Not as life-threatening as it is for my son the on-line addict, but annoying even for me.

[Pariah]

In the hierarchy of 80's rock-pop tunes, Toto's "Stranger In Town" is criminally underrated.

[Cancer]

Real-world webnews items whose titles you can turn into an RPG adventure, part N:

Quote

Crypt-keeper wasps can control the minds of 7 other species of wasp

 

... especially if you delete "of wasp".

[L. Marcus]

One of my brothers' grandparents-in-laws got too decrepit for their summer house up-country. They've sold it, but most of the bits and bobs they've parceled out among the family. They left a fair chuck o' stuff to my sis-in-law, and of course there was the wreck of a snowmobile that nephew O. was given a couple of years ago. Last Monday, bro A. and I went up there, to the quiet wilderness, to bring all the stuff home (bro A. and sis-in-law A. has actually bought a little farmstead, built in the eighteen nineties, but that's not relevant for this story. I am jelly, though.) 

 

As we were hauling and straining to load all the crap on the trailer (flippin' snowmobile weighed half a ton and wouldn't start, so we had to drag the *bleep*er), I had to take my jacket off. I folded it up neatly and placed it on a handy table, and later placed it in the back seat of bro. A's Volvo. Probably during this move, my Samsung fell out of the inner pocket. I noticed its absence somewhere halfway back to town.

 

No-one was left back at the cabin, and bro. A. had previous commitments so he couldn't ignore so he couldn't make another run up-country before dark. I had to borrow mom and dad's Peugeot and wake bro D. up to have someone keep me company and awake (I was getting pretty punch-drunk). We drove up in good time before sunset, bro D. found my phone before I even got out of the car, and drove home, errand done, XP earned.

 

But to have some fun, I've been texting bro A. about my adventures in questing for my Samsung. The adventure involves sleeping out under a wind-felled tree and in the branches of a huge pine, subsisting on lingonberries and longing for burgers, and running for my life from momma bears who objected to me trying to relieve their baby bear from their new toy -- my phone. I really enjoy the short form of text stories ...

[Cancer]

Hope you put in the part about an elk eating it, and you having to wait for it to pass through its system so you could harvest it from the droppings ... which of course were deposited in the middle of a lake ...