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Dadgum whipper-snapper!!! Happy Birthday, and may we be blessed with your presence for millennia to come.
TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0
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Dadgum whipper-snapper!!! Happy Birthday, and may we be blessed with your presence for millennia to come.
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Had a good chat with the boss this morning. It seems the I Quit Boy left a bigger mess over there than he, the boss, realized. Wat, however, is unsurprised and non plussed. Mostly, this is none of Wat's business until Wat is assigned it.
The plumbers are making good headway on their lavatory carriers, but what a pain in the nutsack those are. Anyway, after we went over how best to install them and what we figured the inspector will be happy with, we'll be in good shape. The sheetrock guy is coming tomorrow to fix the walls and the plumbers can put the lavvies up on Friday and the whole pissing match will be sorted out.
There may be a Thursday off later this month after all - and not the 29th.
The plumbers are making good headway on their lavatory carriers, but what a pain in the nutsack those are. Anyway, after we went over how best to install them and what we figured the inspector will be happy with, we'll be in good shape. The sheetrock guy is coming tomorrow to fix the walls and the plumbers can put the lavvies up on Friday and the whole pissing match will be sorted out.
There may be a Thursday off later this month after all - and not the 29th.
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Dickens has not seen it all. The wretched of the earth do not decide to become extinct, they resolve, on the contrary, to multiply: life is their only weapon against life, life is all that they have.
This is why the dispossessed and starving will never be convinced (though some may be coerced) by the population-control programs of the civilized.
I have watched the dispossessed and starving laboring in the fields which others own, with their transistor radios at their ear, all day long: so they learn, for example, along with equally weighty matters, that the pope, one of the heads of the civilized world, forbids to the civilized that abortion which is being, literally, forced on them, the wretched.
The civilized have created the wretched, quite coldly and deliberately, and do not intend to change the status quo; are responsible for their slaughter and enslavement; rain down bombs on defenseless children whenever and wherever they decide that their ‘vital interests’ are menaced, and think nothing of torturing a man to death: these people are not to be taken seriously when they speak of the ‘sanctity’ of human life, or the ‘conscience’ of the civilized world.
There is a ‘sanctity’ involved with bringing a child into this world: it is better than bombing one out of it. Dreadful indeed it is to see a starving child, but the answer to that is not to prevent the child’s arrival but to restructure the world so that the child can live in it: so that the ‘vital interest’ of the world becomes nothing less than the life of the child.
However—I could not have said any of this then, nor is so absurd a notion about to engulf the world now. But we were all starving children, after all, and none of our fathers, even at their most embittered and enraged, had ever suggested that we ‘die out.’ It was not we who were supposed to die out: this was, of all notions, the most forbidden, and we learned this from the cradle.
Every trial, every beating, every drop of blood, every tear, were meant to be used by us for a day that was coming—for a day that was certainly coming, absolutely certainly, certainly coming: not for us, perhaps, but for our children.
The children of the despised and rejected are menaced from the moment they stir in the womb, and are therefore sacred in a way that the children of the saved are not. And the children know it, which is how they manage to raise their children, and why they will not be persuaded—by their children’s murderers, after all—to cease having children.
~ James Baldwin
This is why the dispossessed and starving will never be convinced (though some may be coerced) by the population-control programs of the civilized.
I have watched the dispossessed and starving laboring in the fields which others own, with their transistor radios at their ear, all day long: so they learn, for example, along with equally weighty matters, that the pope, one of the heads of the civilized world, forbids to the civilized that abortion which is being, literally, forced on them, the wretched.
The civilized have created the wretched, quite coldly and deliberately, and do not intend to change the status quo; are responsible for their slaughter and enslavement; rain down bombs on defenseless children whenever and wherever they decide that their ‘vital interests’ are menaced, and think nothing of torturing a man to death: these people are not to be taken seriously when they speak of the ‘sanctity’ of human life, or the ‘conscience’ of the civilized world.
There is a ‘sanctity’ involved with bringing a child into this world: it is better than bombing one out of it. Dreadful indeed it is to see a starving child, but the answer to that is not to prevent the child’s arrival but to restructure the world so that the child can live in it: so that the ‘vital interest’ of the world becomes nothing less than the life of the child.
However—I could not have said any of this then, nor is so absurd a notion about to engulf the world now. But we were all starving children, after all, and none of our fathers, even at their most embittered and enraged, had ever suggested that we ‘die out.’ It was not we who were supposed to die out: this was, of all notions, the most forbidden, and we learned this from the cradle.
Every trial, every beating, every drop of blood, every tear, were meant to be used by us for a day that was coming—for a day that was certainly coming, absolutely certainly, certainly coming: not for us, perhaps, but for our children.
The children of the despised and rejected are menaced from the moment they stir in the womb, and are therefore sacred in a way that the children of the saved are not. And the children know it, which is how they manage to raise their children, and why they will not be persuaded—by their children’s murderers, after all—to cease having children.
~ James Baldwin
Those look pretty productive.Wat was kind of underwhelmed with him. We never "bonded." He never returned calls, or did so rarely. The boss said he had the same issue.
By the by, we had a productive day here today.
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“Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus.
Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me.
There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn't have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.
The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives.
The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shining armour." He was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy.
The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, "I'd like to buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus." The ticket lady stated the price.
The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man's lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?" The ticket lady again stated the price.
The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus?
Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
The man understood what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation.
He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family."
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with.
Although we didn't get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.
That day I learnt the value to Give.
The Giver is bigger than the Receiver. If you want to be large, larger than life, learn to Give. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
The importance of giving, blessing others can never be over emphasized because there's always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by acts of giving.”
~ Katharine Hepburn
And this I can post happily for it is this kind of thing that is my experience. I only wish I had learned it sooner.
Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me.
There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn't have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.
The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives.
The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband's hand, looking up at him as if to say, "You're my knight in shining armour." He was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy.
The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, "I'd like to buy eight children's tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus." The ticket lady stated the price.
The man's wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man's lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, "How much did you say?" The ticket lady again stated the price.
The man didn't have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn't have enough money to take them to the circus?
Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket."
The man understood what was going on. He wasn't begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation.
He looked straight into my dad's eyes, took my dad's hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; "Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family."
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with.
Although we didn't get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.
That day I learnt the value to Give.
The Giver is bigger than the Receiver. If you want to be large, larger than life, learn to Give. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
The importance of giving, blessing others can never be over emphasized because there's always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by acts of giving.”
~ Katharine Hepburn
And this I can post happily for it is this kind of thing that is my experience. I only wish I had learned it sooner.
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When she was a kid, $20 was real money.
That perspective needs to be added and put into today's dollars...
That perspective needs to be added and put into today's dollars...
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We're talking the 20s here.
$307.79
$307.79
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It was all I could do this morning to get up and head to the office. Maybe because I'm now elderly; but I just don't have the stomach for work any more. I'd rather give the grass a last haircut and put it to bed for the season, and go out to camp and winterize the trailer.
And drink a wee bit. I've become enamored with hard apple cider. I don't care if it's girly - that stuff is refreshing.
And drink a wee bit. I've become enamored with hard apple cider. I don't care if it's girly - that stuff is refreshing.
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If Henry's guy were "makin' good money $5 a day," then it was a good 4 days work for the workin' man. The amount might be a bit apocryphal. but still. The trick is doing stuff like that and not wanting recognition for it.
Cider is gooder'n Hard Lemonade. But how would I know???
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Johnny Appleseed would be proud of you cider drinkers, he spent years planting sour apple trees just to have prohibition cut them all down.
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Seriously, Wat wouldn't know.
Wat got to do something kinda funny not haha funny. We have our leak testing guy, and we didn't exactly hit it off when we met. But, we're kinda fucked making this number, and I called him and had to ask for help. And he'll help. He'll be here Monday morning and he'll stay with us and work with us to show us how to meet this number we have to meet. So, he's helpful, and Wat tries to be helpful, too, because.
Humility has been one of the situationally funniest things I have ever had to learn. It's just so fucking amusing.
Wat got to do something kinda funny not haha funny. We have our leak testing guy, and we didn't exactly hit it off when we met. But, we're kinda fucked making this number, and I called him and had to ask for help. And he'll help. He'll be here Monday morning and he'll stay with us and work with us to show us how to meet this number we have to meet. So, he's helpful, and Wat tries to be helpful, too, because.
Humility has been one of the situationally funniest things I have ever had to learn. It's just so fucking amusing.
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No idea about the number thing but a little history for you. Pioneers tended to be, work hard, play hard types who liked their alcohol, the easiest alcohol to get was hard cider. Johnny Appleseed planted sour apple trees, not the kind you pick and eat but the kind used to make alcohol. It made the plots of land more valuable and gave the new states a bit more money.
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Keep your snow Thor, we are mid-fifties and that's cold enough for me.
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Let's hope it's not a train.
Remember that band that the little human likes but got her in trouble with her last teacher? Well, the new one sent home a note about it, he's going to have the students each pick a favourite event from history and write them a letter about it to see if they'll write one of them into a song. She's been bouncing off the walls all night but can't pick one event.
Remember that band that the little human likes but got her in trouble with her last teacher? Well, the new one sent home a note about it, he's going to have the students each pick a favourite event from history and write them a letter about it to see if they'll write one of them into a song. She's been bouncing off the walls all night but can't pick one event.
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