Coming to this late, but I just need to state that “The Fox & The Hound” is a vastly under appreciated Disney classic. It may be their best animated movie from the 70s until Pixar.
Discovering it when my kids were young was a lovely surprise. And I still cry at that scene.
Hey wait, this is a chance to test boldface and stuff.
<b>I hate this House.</>
In case that didn't work:
I. Hate. This. House.
This House, full of low-capability miscreants whom I am responsible for, is also my boss's first owned-outright house. It was especially large, and a steal!
Of course it was a steal, because it's put together ALL FUCKED UP.
I assume that it was once a reasonable, competent house, back when I was young, but the former owners made extensive renovations. It greatly expanded the living space, but of course they did all the work themselves or via whoever they could hire the cheaply from a Home Depot parking lot, because it's all put together WRONG.
A case in point, I just had an LED light bulb fail in one of my bedrooms. No blame on the house, it was old and that happens. It wasn't even totally unusable (the new tech is awesome), even after years it still lit up and you could still use it, but it flashes and was really annoying. It might even trigger a seizure if you're prone to that.
I figured I'd swap it out when I had a few empty minutes while cooking dinner.
Yeah, that didn't work out. OF COURSE the new bulb mysteriously refused to work and continued to refuse to work no matter what I tried to diagnose the problem.
I probably should have known better. This one room has not one, not two, but THREE separate electrical circuits supplying it's power. Every single one of them has a different amperage, by the way. An earlier resident roasted half the circuits with an oxygen concentrator (on the low-amperage side, of course) and now everything is tucked up there. Our electricians swear that everything is OK as long as we don't let her run her oxygen concentrator and her powered hospital bed at the same time. The owners buy that story, but I know they're lying. The motors for that bed only draw a couple of amps. They don't wanna do the work to fix the wiring.
I don't blame them. Even if they were getting paid top dollar for it, it would still be a huge pain in the ass. I've seen how fucked this shit is. Good money, at best, but really hard work to earn it. I'd be like, "I don't want this job," myself.
Nonetheless, it resulted in a simple bulb change eating up twenty-five minutes because when the stupid thing refuses to work I had no idea why and had to try EVERY FUCKING THING in order to diagnose the problem.
(It turned out that the problem was that the brand new bulb was defective. If everything else in that room worked properly, I'd have figured that out in a minute or two. Instead it took me twenty minutes of this, that or the other thing before I just took the new bulb to a reliable circuit to test it.)
And goddamnit, I know this! The first thing you do when you do an easy repair is check the basic shit: Are you plugged in, are the switches on, are you getting power? Yet still this kluge of a house still managed to fake me out.
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This sounds exactly like the house previously owned by my deceased friends, Joanne and Jerry, the retired art professors. It started off as a standard 1200-sq-ft 1950's house with 3 bedrooms and 1 small bathroom. Over the past 40 years they tripled the size of the house with additions on the back and sides and a new 2-car garage on the front, to hold their ENORMOUS and constantly growing hoard of beautiful but useless things they picked up at thrift shops and estate sales, but they hired some guy from the Home Depot parking lot, and nothing - I repeat NOTHING - was done with permits or to code. The Assessor still thinks it's a 1200-sq-ft house, so they cheated the county out of real estate taxes as well.
People bought this house cheap "as is" because their nephew wanted to offload it quick and not have to deal with all the problems.. Joanne and Jerry once offered to give me the house after they died, and I said "No, thanks."
This is what piecemeal regulations and slapshod "freedom" construction creates. If you aren't required to use Schedule 80 PVC for the 18" run out of a pool heater you'll learn how far regular PVC will bulge before it breaks.
The wiring is shit, and the attic space gives me nightmares, but my biggest problem is the plumbing. It was up to code, barely, back when this house was built during the fifties. Now it's woefully substandard, and rusted out as well. Even when the boss buys us a new, top-of -the-line washing machine, I gotta send it back -- the plumbing can't handle the outflow, and we have to carefully shop for a new machine that does not use an outflow pump. But do you know what it would cost to rip out our old shit and replace it with modern plumbing?
I had a problem like that about 25 years ago. The piping was such that water would splash back up out of the top of the drain line when the washer pumped out. I extended the drain piping up about 12 inches, such that it was higher than the top of the machine, Didn't look great but it fixed the problem.
Daughter told me there is a remake of Roadhouse and I should watch it. Her Hubby didn't like it. I got on my sop box for a few minutes and said that I saw no reason to watch a remake of perfection- and that it underscores Hollywood's lack of new ideas. I then said that it is a reason I liked Barbie so much. They had to agree.
I just had this 15 second fantasy in which Black Lives Matter incorporates and gets a HUGE pile of money somehow, enough to buy Trump Tower after Letitia seizes it, then they convert the penthouse into a Center For The Study and Promotion of CRT and Diversity Training, which would give TFG and the GOP and some of the residents a coronary on the spot. It's very silly, but it was a very pleasant 15 seconds.
Black Lives Matter could purchase the whole mess at fire-sale prices, raze that dump and build something really nice that isn't a gottdamn slummy firetrap. Then they should dedicate the new building to The Central Park Five in a big public ceremony.
We lived for three years in a rental house that had an ancient brick chimney for a non-working fireplace. Woodpeckers loved this chimney. The first time we heard a rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, we didn't know what the fuck. But we figured it out.
When we reported it to the landlord, he was like, yeah, okay, whatever. So we were like, yeah, okay, whatever.
But. Why was a pileated drilling into the mortar in the chimney? What was living in there that they needed to get at? And wouldn't that compromise the structure of the chimney?
We moved out after three years for unrelated reasons, but I think about that house all the time.
Yeah I had one hitting the flashing around my chimney. I thought I was seeing things, but then read about the noise getting hot female woodys attention..
It is for the Lay-Deez! Louder the better. And Biff is right, they LOOOOVE metal because it’s extra loud. LOOK OVER HERE, LAY-DEEZ! IT IS ME, LOUD ASS WOODPECKER!
Son in law showed our Daughter Pumpkinhead last week. She liked it and asked for another recommend for tonight. I told her her hubby probably saw They Live. He heard me and gushed about it stating that he is firing it up right now.
There's nothing to say except "awwww".
Coming to this late, but I just need to state that “The Fox & The Hound” is a vastly under appreciated Disney classic. It may be their best animated movie from the 70s until Pixar.
Discovering it when my kids were young was a lovely surprise. And I still cry at that scene.
It's important the humans we abduct for research don't become imprinted onto us, so each of us has to wear this "human mask."
-- aliens probably
probably feeding them soy milk too.
Nooooo. I cried so hard. Back in the days when Disney didn't coddle children.
No wonkzoom tonight?
Damn, i love the Fox and the Hound.
My fam fox hunts. Or did. I never rode to the hounds. Nope.
I love foxes. My daughter's favorite animal is one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N982sQcjsZI
Day-O
Day-O
Day-O
Day light come and I want to go home
The movie is over if you'd like to join us there for OT.
Little Debbie Star Crunches. Still addictive AF. That is all.
Goo-Goo's, the state candy of Tennessee.
Goo stands for Grand Ol' Opry.
Sanders chocolate covered caramel. Fighting the urge for another.
sanders bittersweet chocolate fudge is to die for …
Got some Ghirardelli chocolate-covered caramel from Valentine's Day in my chocolate stash. Now I must have some.
Now I miss going to Ghirardelli Square in San Francisco.
Been there once, visiting a dear friend. Would love to go back.
lol, not restraint---forgetfulness
I hate this House.
Hey wait, this is a chance to test boldface and stuff.
<b>I hate this House.</>
In case that didn't work:
I. Hate. This. House.
This House, full of low-capability miscreants whom I am responsible for, is also my boss's first owned-outright house. It was especially large, and a steal!
Of course it was a steal, because it's put together ALL FUCKED UP.
I assume that it was once a reasonable, competent house, back when I was young, but the former owners made extensive renovations. It greatly expanded the living space, but of course they did all the work themselves or via whoever they could hire the cheaply from a Home Depot parking lot, because it's all put together WRONG.
A case in point, I just had an LED light bulb fail in one of my bedrooms. No blame on the house, it was old and that happens. It wasn't even totally unusable (the new tech is awesome), even after years it still lit up and you could still use it, but it flashes and was really annoying. It might even trigger a seizure if you're prone to that.
I figured I'd swap it out when I had a few empty minutes while cooking dinner.
Yeah, that didn't work out. OF COURSE the new bulb mysteriously refused to work and continued to refuse to work no matter what I tried to diagnose the problem.
I probably should have known better. This one room has not one, not two, but THREE separate electrical circuits supplying it's power. Every single one of them has a different amperage, by the way. An earlier resident roasted half the circuits with an oxygen concentrator (on the low-amperage side, of course) and now everything is tucked up there. Our electricians swear that everything is OK as long as we don't let her run her oxygen concentrator and her powered hospital bed at the same time. The owners buy that story, but I know they're lying. The motors for that bed only draw a couple of amps. They don't wanna do the work to fix the wiring.
I don't blame them. Even if they were getting paid top dollar for it, it would still be a huge pain in the ass. I've seen how fucked this shit is. Good money, at best, but really hard work to earn it. I'd be like, "I don't want this job," myself.
Nonetheless, it resulted in a simple bulb change eating up twenty-five minutes because when the stupid thing refuses to work I had no idea why and had to try EVERY FUCKING THING in order to diagnose the problem.
(It turned out that the problem was that the brand new bulb was defective. If everything else in that room worked properly, I'd have figured that out in a minute or two. Instead it took me twenty minutes of this, that or the other thing before I just took the new bulb to a reliable circuit to test it.)
And goddamnit, I know this! The first thing you do when you do an easy repair is check the basic shit: Are you plugged in, are the switches on, are you getting power? Yet still this kluge of a house still managed to fake me out.
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For example...
𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.
𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟
ꕗꗍꖀꗇꖹꕷꗍ ꖡꖾꗞꖹꗱꖾ ꕒꕯꕷꕪꖹꕷ Ⱳꗇꕷ ꗇ ꕷꖹꖀꗣꔇ ꕷꕯꖡꗍ
𝓨𝓪𝔂𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔟𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡
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𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t32nh_N7Agw
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This sounds exactly like the house previously owned by my deceased friends, Joanne and Jerry, the retired art professors. It started off as a standard 1200-sq-ft 1950's house with 3 bedrooms and 1 small bathroom. Over the past 40 years they tripled the size of the house with additions on the back and sides and a new 2-car garage on the front, to hold their ENORMOUS and constantly growing hoard of beautiful but useless things they picked up at thrift shops and estate sales, but they hired some guy from the Home Depot parking lot, and nothing - I repeat NOTHING - was done with permits or to code. The Assessor still thinks it's a 1200-sq-ft house, so they cheated the county out of real estate taxes as well.
People bought this house cheap "as is" because their nephew wanted to offload it quick and not have to deal with all the problems.. Joanne and Jerry once offered to give me the house after they died, and I said "No, thanks."
This is what piecemeal regulations and slapshod "freedom" construction creates. If you aren't required to use Schedule 80 PVC for the 18" run out of a pool heater you'll learn how far regular PVC will bulge before it breaks.
Regulations are there for reasons.
The wiring is shit, and the attic space gives me nightmares, but my biggest problem is the plumbing. It was up to code, barely, back when this house was built during the fifties. Now it's woefully substandard, and rusted out as well. Even when the boss buys us a new, top-of -the-line washing machine, I gotta send it back -- the plumbing can't handle the outflow, and we have to carefully shop for a new machine that does not use an outflow pump. But do you know what it would cost to rip out our old shit and replace it with modern plumbing?
I had a problem like that about 25 years ago. The piping was such that water would splash back up out of the top of the drain line when the washer pumped out. I extended the drain piping up about 12 inches, such that it was higher than the top of the machine, Didn't look great but it fixed the problem.
Daughter told me there is a remake of Roadhouse and I should watch it. Her Hubby didn't like it. I got on my sop box for a few minutes and said that I saw no reason to watch a remake of perfection- and that it underscores Hollywood's lack of new ideas. I then said that it is a reason I liked Barbie so much. They had to agree.
"Her hubby didn't like it."
Yeah, that tracks. My ex loved the original. I didn't. That probably had a lot to do with the star.
But the original was perfection for what it was. Really, Jake Gyllenhaal?
The only remake worth a damn to me was the 1982 version of The Thing.
Word!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AS-dCdYZbo
Bond and The Queen
That was fab. It actually made me LOL the first time I saw it.
It was a great Olympic moment.
I just had this 15 second fantasy in which Black Lives Matter incorporates and gets a HUGE pile of money somehow, enough to buy Trump Tower after Letitia seizes it, then they convert the penthouse into a Center For The Study and Promotion of CRT and Diversity Training, which would give TFG and the GOP and some of the residents a coronary on the spot. It's very silly, but it was a very pleasant 15 seconds.
This idea got me feelin' some kinda way.
Maybe I can get a grant from them and rent an office in the same strip mall as Moms For Liberty.
I like the way you think!
Bad news for your fantasy (or maybe better news). Letitia James has announced that she's going after Trump's bank accounts first, not his real estate.
I like the way you think.
Black Lives Matter could purchase the whole mess at fire-sale prices, raze that dump and build something really nice that isn't a gottdamn slummy firetrap. Then they should dedicate the new building to The Central Park Five in a big public ceremony.
They should paint the lobby with a mural about the CP5.
That's an awesome idea. They should let Planned Parenthood have a clinic on the ground floor, rent-free.
The Abortionplex needs a new location.
Absofuckinglutely.
And there could be legal aid and emergency housing and a support center for sexual violence survivors
And a shelter for abused women and children, and free immigration counseling for recent immigrants. And a daycare center.
Yeah. And Mar-a-lago should be made into The Antifa Club. (After a thorough fumigation and sage-smudging, of course.)
You can't spend much money on a property that will be underwater (literally) in a few years.
They'd have to strip it bare, because it is decorated like a very ornate nouveau-riche nightmare.
It definitely needs to be detrumped.
Indeed to the fucking max.
R'amen.
Birbs have families... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Dbeviy-cVw
That was really interesting, thanks.
We lived for three years in a rental house that had an ancient brick chimney for a non-working fireplace. Woodpeckers loved this chimney. The first time we heard a rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, we didn't know what the fuck. But we figured it out.
When we reported it to the landlord, he was like, yeah, okay, whatever. So we were like, yeah, okay, whatever.
But. Why was a pileated drilling into the mortar in the chimney? What was living in there that they needed to get at? And wouldn't that compromise the structure of the chimney?
We moved out after three years for unrelated reasons, but I think about that house all the time.
Yeah I had one hitting the flashing around my chimney. I thought I was seeing things, but then read about the noise getting hot female woodys attention..
It always comes down to sex, doesn't it.
Oh and birbs aren’t real. Required.
Oh, obvs.
It is for the Lay-Deez! Louder the better. And Biff is right, they LOOOOVE metal because it’s extra loud. LOOK OVER HERE, LAY-DEEZ! IT IS ME, LOUD ASS WOODPECKER!
Dudes gonna dude, I guess.
Not all woodpecking is for a good reason, I've discovered. I've seen them dent metal siding!
Son in law showed our Daughter Pumpkinhead last week. She liked it and asked for another recommend for tonight. I told her her hubby probably saw They Live. He heard me and gushed about it stating that he is firing it up right now.
"God damn you!"
"He already has, son. He already has."
They Live is great.