the random thought thread
- Thread starter skinny mike
- Start date
In the long hot part of the summer, The thorny viney branches stick out. You can't avoid them. They are the badge of your ride. That is the price you pay to ride another year, season. Whatever...
Correct me if I am wrong, but the statement "There are no absolutes" is in itself an absolute...right?
Disappointed to have unbanned you.
Almost always, usually exact
I hate looking at used cars. Most people just don't give a flying F about their cars.
I think it is likely that if humans had 6 fingers on each hand that we would use base 12 math. If snakes became super smart would they naturally use binary math?
At the trailhead yesterday I watched several drivers in pickup trucks drive way around a lip in the pavement where the gravel ends. They all had ridiculous amounts of clearance but still drove around at the lower end like they were in a sports car.
Even though I know the Gator can handle most obstacles. I always go over them instinctively careful. Drives my brother crazy. He bombs over everything like it isn't there, which drives me crazy......
the best word to describe the sound that my neck often makes when I stretch it to the right and left would be "squelch"
Poised Taupe is your 2017 color of the year. You are welcome.
Yellowjacket wasp stings to the tongue really fucking hurt.
Just sayin'
Just sayin'
If you have goop in your ear. Do not attempt to remove it with a nail you found on the ground.. Wait until you have access to some qtips...
Trust me on this....
Trust me on this....
What if you found the nail in a urinal?
Well OK. Wipe it off on your socks first. If it doesn't smell like Urine then you're good to go. If you have a Bic lighter handy, heat it up until it is nice and glowy to sterilise. Let it cool down before you insert anything glowy into any orifice. Do not quench anything glowy with Hot Sauce or Urine. Use clean socks also.... If your q tips somehow get soaked in Urine, throw them out. Unless you have any homeless folks begging for work or money by the expressway. Give them your used or contaminated q tips as they probably don't have access to q tips. Since they smell like pee already, they will never notice. If you wear latex gloves while handing them the q tips they will become suspicious and not accept your kind offering. I try to give them hot sauce packets from KFC with the q tips for good measure. I am not a animal....
That is a lot of work, I will just use a fork.
One of those little tiny Pickle forks?
Shrimp fork
Also handy for plucking out the eyes of the vanquished.
Set of 4 for $8, pretty economical too!
My Brother is out of Jail. I no longer have to worry about that. I used pliers anyways....
The Lizard people don't have eyelids, only one way to make sure they aren't watching.
Nothing I need to worry about. I am back to being Jimmy, normal everyday citizen. However if I was a Lizard Person I would steer clear of Eastern Massachusetts.
Should have brought a dslr with some nice "L" glass with me on this trip.
Its not every day you see icebergs drifting by and whales breaching in the background while at work...
Its not every day you see icebergs drifting by and whales breaching in the background while at work...
You don't want to be on a cave tour in a national park with a bunch of Midwest baby boomers. 
.You don't want to be on a cave tour in a national park with a bunch of Midwest baby boomers.
We're the boomers booming?
Yes
Yes, yes you are.
So when the doc prescribes you a Drug. He or she has discretion on what might be acceptable risk. The advantage might exceed the risk and you don't get to participate in that choice. Just not sure.... She is a fat pig with diabetes. I am not....
My benchmark is my riding. The better I ride, the more fun I have. The better I feel.
Do I exist in an alternate reality? I can't count the number of times I've been in the bathroom recently to see people walk out and leave the faucet running or the toilet cycling. How is that acceptable?
Yes you can participate. Join the discussion and drive your own care.
I have 4 doctors I see on a regular basis. Plus my primary care physician whom I rarely see. She makes all the decisions and steers my care. She then issues these reports based on treatments I received from the cumulative of reports of the other 4 doctors. If I try to resist any of those decisions United Healthcare will refuse payment. I learn more from my Insurance provider then I do from my Doctor. Appointments are running 2/3 months out. If the care path confronts any obstacles, negative conclusion, missed appointment or whatever. I have to start the process over. I am told that this is how the system works and that replacing my primary care physician with whom I have a 8 year relationship with will not give me any advantage.
Time to nail down your primary care physician and have a heart-to-heart talk.
I take time to calibrate physicians and lawyers prior to working with them.
Vultures
by Harry Humes
Three we found sheathed in ice
after a late freezing rain.
They were like glittering bottles
stuck on a branch,
their small eyes watching,
eyes that could see
rabbit guts half a mile away.
We lowered them in a sling
and carried them like logs to the shed.
Our daughter traced a finger
over the red turkey heads.
She lay next to them.
They were longer by inches.
Suddenly a horny leg broke through,
a shoulder, some wing feathers,
and then the stench of their true
design drove us away.
We left the shed door open and watched
from the kitchen as they wobbled out,
fussing their feathers, stretching their wings,
bouncing grotesquely, then rising easily,
beautifully, the world’s real
pragmatists using the slightest updraft,
scanning the landscape, scouring it.
Their whole being was set for this
Puritan hatred of living flesh,
this love of neatness.
by Harry Humes
Three we found sheathed in ice
after a late freezing rain.
They were like glittering bottles
stuck on a branch,
their small eyes watching,
eyes that could see
rabbit guts half a mile away.
We lowered them in a sling
and carried them like logs to the shed.
Our daughter traced a finger
over the red turkey heads.
She lay next to them.
They were longer by inches.
Suddenly a horny leg broke through,
a shoulder, some wing feathers,
and then the stench of their true
design drove us away.
We left the shed door open and watched
from the kitchen as they wobbled out,
fussing their feathers, stretching their wings,
bouncing grotesquely, then rising easily,
beautifully, the world’s real
pragmatists using the slightest updraft,
scanning the landscape, scouring it.
Their whole being was set for this
Puritan hatred of living flesh,
this love of neatness.
