The dealer didn’t waive the tax. They took it off the sticker price, presented the idiot with the lower number and said, “OK! Waived!”

We have almost the same boat! Pro tip: Strap on a trolling motor and a get a lithium iron phosphate battery (LiFePO4, not lithium ion). You can cruise forever!

I’m totally needy, pack the kitchen sink. We have the same size as OPs and carry all sorts of ridiculous stuff. Camp table, chairs, umbrellas, string lights, battery chainsaw? Why not? Throw a 60qt. cooler in there and I’ve got beer, drinks and ice for days, plus a nice seat! Hell, tow a kayak behind for playing once you’re set up.

I’m pretty damned sore (heh) about the tightening of opiates. It’s gone so far as to be ludicrous.

Sliced a good chunk off my thumb couple of years back. It was late so my wife bandaged me up best she could, the bottom layer being gauze. By the time I got to the ER the next day, that gauge was embedded in the wound. Jesus, it was hell just getting the edges a little loose and you could see where the wound was perfectly flat. That bad.

We soaked it in H2O2, didn’t do much. I was all but begging for a shot of lidocaine and they treated me like I was “seeking”, refused and refused. Finally got a little, not nearly enough. Ended up bent over the table while the doctor ripped it off. Jesus Christ, blood came pouring. And FFS, this was wound was in a major nerve concentration! Again, this wasn’t a scratch, doctor even said I’d be deformed for life. (Modern wound care grew almost all of it back with very little pain!)

And don’t start me on Xanax. Because of the addicts I can no longer have the one drug that ever worked for my depression.

What they mean to say is, “Surprisingly, this didn’t annoy people nearly as much as we had assumed. Score!”

In the original, Eric and Shelly were normal people we could relate to and the other actors and scenes felt real. Now we have a hot-model couple and bad guy archetypes, all in a “gritty” world that doesn’t resonate with us.

As an aside, crime was looking pretty damned bad in 1994 and we thought The Crow was a near-future reality.

“Fifty thousand years ago there were these three guys spread out across the plain and they each heard something rustling in the grass. The first one thought it was a tiger, and he ran like hell, and it was a tiger but the guy got away. The second one thought the rustling was a tiger and he ran like hell, but it was only the wind and his friends all laughed at him for being such a chickenshit. But the third guy thought it was only the wind, so he shrugged it off and the tiger had him for dinner. And the same thing happened a million times across ten thousand generations - and after a while everyone was seeing tigers in the grass even when there weren`t any tigers, because even chickenshits have more kids than corpses do. And from those humble beginnings we learn to see faces in the clouds and portents in the stars, to see agency in randomness, because natural selection favours the paranoid. Even here in the 21st century we can make people more honest just by scribbling a pair of eyes on the wall with a Sharpie. Even now we are wired to believe that unseen things are watching us.”

― Peter Watts, Echopraxia

Me too. I’ve got several “purses”. Can’t stand much in my pockets.

Those books any good? I need something new.

You think this all started as a propaganda plot?! It was a rumor that went viral and was latched onto for propaganda.

“How does that make you feel about… Trump?”

It was walkie-talkies today.

God help me, I fought all the way through that 8,000 page monstrosity. I never want to read homoerotic fiction as long as I live, got quite enough of sweaty, muscly men and aliens rubbing all over each other.

https://deathworlders.com/books/deathworlders/chapter-00-kevin-jenkins-experience/

Where do you live where this could be problematic?!

Sometimes we men don’t ask for help simply because we want to see if we can do it ourselves. It’s a test.

I often have work at my camp that makes me think it would be smarter or safer to wait until I can get help. Then I think, nah, you can figure this out. That often leads to novel solutions.

Crying in front of a woman has got me dumped a few times, like next-day dumped.

Bingo! People keep saying Clinton was ahead as well. Unless there’s a nasty October Surprise for Harris, she’s looking good.

because I say something to a group sycophants and they laugh

Alive he can go down in ignominy and we can move past him. Dead, he would be a martyr and would never leave America’s conscience.

I was a toddler when Nixon went down, but I heard what my parents had to say and combined that with what I’ve learned of history. Nixon was very popular, but once he went down he was like Voldemort, the one who shall not be named.