I saw a young family once who had dome something similar with an old- fashioned British-style baby perambulator. Baby was dressed like a Pirate too. It was adorable. These are my kind of people.
If you have a photo, you could blur out his face and post it.
I met a guy at a local Renaissance Fair who had one of these chairs he got free from a Veterans organization: https://uploads.disquscdn.c...
He dresses up in full Pirate garb, has covered the entire outer frame with painted plywood to resemble an 18th century pirate ship, complete with a mast and sail and crows nest flying a Pirate flag rising from the seat back. On the left side over the wheels is a deck with a large treasure chest, open to reveal gold coins and jewels, and on the right side is a plank for walking prisoners who displease him. Projecting all around from between the wheels are gun decks with wooden cannons. On the bowsprit is a figurehead of a buxom Pirate wench. At the stern behind the chair is a Captain's deck with wheel. It is a work of art, and I regret to this day that I didn't take a picture.
The ARRA most certainly did go to infrastructure. I saw it with my own eyes. And it yanked around job losses into job growth. Those are facts, regardless of whether you want to see it.
And ACA, whatever its beginnings, did put people on healthcare and it did save lives. And the Republicans caused themselves to be assholes, Obama didn't do it.
I honestly don't know what got under your skin to irk you so damn badly, but if you want to take it out on me I'll tear your fucking dick off and jam it down your throat so badly you'll gag on it. I don't care for people to come at me for no reason.
congrats on ending it. i've been doing the gig economy since well before it was the gig economy (it's fucking contract work. that's all it is). like 2001 or so.
it sucks. it always has. it's a miserable way to pay your bills.
of course, i'm now in a 'real' job with benefits and i fucking hate it.
Damn! Now I am pissed off that I don't have any photos that I wouldn't be able to share with you secondary to HIPPA regs BUT [gaasssp!], let me tell you a little bit about a former patient and friend of mine.
He whom I shall refer to as Don (not his real name) was a C3, vent-dependent quad secondary to a diving accident that occurred when he was just 15. Our paths crossed when he was in his early 30s and he was admitted to my neuro ACU with a devastating respiratory infection. I spent a majority of my duty hours as his primary nurse during his illness, allowing me the honour of getting to know one of the toughest, most determined individuals I've encountered. The ventilator and his passé-muir valve be damned; Don would make his thoughts and feelings unequivocally clear.
To make a very long story short, what Don lost in the way of physical mobility he more than compensated for in the way of his personal PRESENCE. Many of we, his caregivers, were delighted to act as his partners in crime, rigging up his chair with the props he plotted. Lights, bells, signs, springs and clocks (it was a Dali thing...), seasonal trappings, and accessories relevant to political (staunch Democrat) and social issues of the day adorned Don's wheels constantly. A comedian at heart, not even the obligatory pauses demanded by a Passe-Muir valve was allowed to interfere with his comic timing!
Don made his presence known, fiercely motivated by the fact that he gave a damn. Just like you! All that you need is the right co-conspirator! <3
Absolutely the ONLY time in my 62 years I envied men was when I was 5 years and my family was traveling to Mexico and we had to stop in the desert somewhere between Monterrey and Mexico City because everyone had to pee. My dad and brother walked over behind a cactus, unzipped and peed. My mother, sister and I walked over behind a cactus, pulled up our skirts (women always wore dresses in those days, even on vacation in the Mexican desert) pulled down our panties, squatted, and peed on the ground. Now I was only 5 and I had never done this before and it was hard to balance with your hands holding up your skirt and your panties around your ankles and your feet spread apart, and I ended up peeing all over my underwear and my legs and my shoes. My mother was not pleased, had to go to the trunk and dig out dry underwear and socks and clean shoes from the suitcases, I got very teary as they seemed to think it was all my fault, and I thought THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR or the equivalent 5-year-old thoughts which I was unable to articulate. This may actually have the beginning of my leanings towards feminism and atheism and my lifelong distaste for deserts.
I saw a young family once who had dome something similar with an old- fashioned British-style baby perambulator. Baby was dressed like a Pirate too. It was adorable. These are my kind of people.
Sounds like my kind of fellow!
Representing the working class whose interests Trump is protecting like their his own.
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If you have a photo, you could blur out his face and post it.
I met a guy at a local Renaissance Fair who had one of these chairs he got free from a Veterans organization: https://uploads.disquscdn.c...
He dresses up in full Pirate garb, has covered the entire outer frame with painted plywood to resemble an 18th century pirate ship, complete with a mast and sail and crows nest flying a Pirate flag rising from the seat back. On the left side over the wheels is a deck with a large treasure chest, open to reveal gold coins and jewels, and on the right side is a plank for walking prisoners who displease him. Projecting all around from between the wheels are gun decks with wooden cannons. On the bowsprit is a figurehead of a buxom Pirate wench. At the stern behind the chair is a Captain's deck with wheel. It is a work of art, and I regret to this day that I didn't take a picture.
The ARRA most certainly did go to infrastructure. I saw it with my own eyes. And it yanked around job losses into job growth. Those are facts, regardless of whether you want to see it.
And ACA, whatever its beginnings, did put people on healthcare and it did save lives. And the Republicans caused themselves to be assholes, Obama didn't do it.
I honestly don't know what got under your skin to irk you so damn badly, but if you want to take it out on me I'll tear your fucking dick off and jam it down your throat so badly you'll gag on it. I don't care for people to come at me for no reason.
Also, why IS the guy wearing a hard hat?
it's really good. thanks.
congrats on ending it. i've been doing the gig economy since well before it was the gig economy (it's fucking contract work. that's all it is). like 2001 or so.
it sucks. it always has. it's a miserable way to pay your bills.
of course, i'm now in a 'real' job with benefits and i fucking hate it.
https://www.youtube.com/wat...
Damn! Now I am pissed off that I don't have any photos that I wouldn't be able to share with you secondary to HIPPA regs BUT [gaasssp!], let me tell you a little bit about a former patient and friend of mine.
He whom I shall refer to as Don (not his real name) was a C3, vent-dependent quad secondary to a diving accident that occurred when he was just 15. Our paths crossed when he was in his early 30s and he was admitted to my neuro ACU with a devastating respiratory infection. I spent a majority of my duty hours as his primary nurse during his illness, allowing me the honour of getting to know one of the toughest, most determined individuals I've encountered. The ventilator and his passé-muir valve be damned; Don would make his thoughts and feelings unequivocally clear.
To make a very long story short, what Don lost in the way of physical mobility he more than compensated for in the way of his personal PRESENCE. Many of we, his caregivers, were delighted to act as his partners in crime, rigging up his chair with the props he plotted. Lights, bells, signs, springs and clocks (it was a Dali thing...), seasonal trappings, and accessories relevant to political (staunch Democrat) and social issues of the day adorned Don's wheels constantly. A comedian at heart, not even the obligatory pauses demanded by a Passe-Muir valve was allowed to interfere with his comic timing!
Don made his presence known, fiercely motivated by the fact that he gave a damn. Just like you! All that you need is the right co-conspirator! <3
Yes. And the kittie pics.
Tee-hee! Never before have I been so gratified by a compliment, methinks! [devilish granny blushes]
That's why we come to Wonkette, for the no-pants policy.
Well, that, and the dick jokes https://uploads.disquscdn.c...
Absolutely the ONLY time in my 62 years I envied men was when I was 5 years and my family was traveling to Mexico and we had to stop in the desert somewhere between Monterrey and Mexico City because everyone had to pee. My dad and brother walked over behind a cactus, unzipped and peed. My mother, sister and I walked over behind a cactus, pulled up our skirts (women always wore dresses in those days, even on vacation in the Mexican desert) pulled down our panties, squatted, and peed on the ground. Now I was only 5 and I had never done this before and it was hard to balance with your hands holding up your skirt and your panties around your ankles and your feet spread apart, and I ended up peeing all over my underwear and my legs and my shoes. My mother was not pleased, had to go to the trunk and dig out dry underwear and socks and clean shoes from the suitcases, I got very teary as they seemed to think it was all my fault, and I thought THIS IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR or the equivalent 5-year-old thoughts which I was unable to articulate. This may actually have the beginning of my leanings towards feminism and atheism and my lifelong distaste for deserts.
Ahh, when you're a guy, the world is your urinal! You can always drive an APC or spot for glitter-bomb artillery rockets
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I'll check it out. If I was a veteran I could get one of these free.https://www.youtube.com/wat...