Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:50 am
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The confessional thread.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:54 am
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:57 am
Oh come on duchy--(interupted by some odd Esmer (and that's pretty damm RUDE BTW! ) admit it the guy in this photo is the sexiest man you've ever met! 
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:04 am
The Esmer loves Danlo 
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:05 am
or there's this one:
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A lovely man, lovely morning, lovely place
Life can rarely be better than that.
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A lovely man, lovely morning, lovely place
Life can rarely be better than that.
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:06 am
The danlo (non-capitalized, btw..) worries about The Esmer. I was hoping, duchy, you'd make a joke out of it and say that Stevie was that sexy man--that is a cool photo with my tan melding into Canyon de Chelley but not with the wind making me look like I have a huge gut. 
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:50 am
ah you wacky kids!!!
i don't know whether to
or go blind!!!!!!
you are all contributing to the decadent delinquencies of an objectifier!!
i don't know whether to
or go blind!!!!!!
you are all contributing to the decadent delinquencies of an objectifier!!
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:26 am
would you call this a lascivious lapse of lewd lusty labelization?
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 10:25 am
May interest you to know Esmer, that the One of One Thousand (And One of One Hundred) were Winchester's 1873 Model, (production ended in 1923) and they simply denoted extra-fine craftmanship, engraving etc. It was however, never produced in 30-30, but in 44-40, 38-40, 32-20, and .22.
I thought the one pictured might be a model 94, but the barrel is wrong...oh well...
Confessions huh? Don't think I have anything to confess. Plenty of drugs and drink and sundry non-violent crime, survived it all...and the occasional self-inflicted cut as well BTW.
Would I have done anything different if I got the chance? Sure. Do I regret anything? Not really, no. Apart from our memories, the past is dead. It's our choices that give life to the future.
--Avatar
I thought the one pictured might be a model 94, but the barrel is wrong...oh well...
Confessions huh? Don't think I have anything to confess. Plenty of drugs and drink and sundry non-violent crime, survived it all...and the occasional self-inflicted cut as well BTW.
Would I have done anything different if I got the chance? Sure. Do I regret anything? Not really, no. Apart from our memories, the past is dead. It's our choices that give life to the future.
--Avatar
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 3:06 pm
Last night I had a gig at USF, and I parked in a metered space but didn't put any money in the meter. When I got home, there were no speces close enough to my apartment to comfortably unload my gear, so I parked in the fire lane, and left the car there until I went to work this morning. And, I GOT AWAY WITH IT! I'M A WILD MAN!!!!
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 3:39 pm
Meh, I've been parking illegaly for months. Can't do anything else - all the spaces are gone by the time I get home. And get this: the HOA wants to get rid of half these spaces. God forbid I should be allowed to park my truck in front of my house.
I hope to own a horse trailer by the time I leave this place. My crowning goal is to park it in front of the house, blocking in about four spaces, and have my horse pee while he's in there so it makes a mess on the street. That'll show them!
(No it won't, but it's an amusing thought.)
I hope to own a horse trailer by the time I leave this place. My crowning goal is to park it in front of the house, blocking in about four spaces, and have my horse pee while he's in there so it makes a mess on the street. That'll show them!
(No it won't, but it's an amusing thought.)
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 4:42 pm
the esmer queried:
no...no...
i would call it more of a licentious declension into moral turpitude.
would you call this a lascivious lapse of lewd lusty labelization?
no...no...
i would call it more of a licentious declension into moral turpitude.
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 5:56 pm
declension? turpitude? They have pills for that now, you know.....
Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2005 6:11 pm
Parking is always a major issue around Ann Arbor. It's said to be easier to find a parking spot in Chicago than it is here.
And the people on the city council are morons.
As an example of this, they allowed a huge grocery store to be built near one of the biggest intersections in town. And they didn't let the developer build a parking lot.
They said it was to encourage use of the city bus system.
Public transportation is well and good, but not many people want to do major grocery shopping trips and use the bus. Especially on weekends and evenings, when most people are able to go to the store, and the busses only run once every 60-90 minutes.
So everyone parks in the Barnes and Noble parking lot next door, and on bad days you have to lurk around for 30 minutes or so waiting for someone to come out of one of the stores so you can get their spot. One night when Calibaby and I were in the bookstore a parking lot fight broke out over a parking spot, and the clerk had to call the cops. She said it usually happens a couple of times a week...
And the people on the city council are morons.
As an example of this, they allowed a huge grocery store to be built near one of the biggest intersections in town. And they didn't let the developer build a parking lot.
They said it was to encourage use of the city bus system.
Public transportation is well and good, but not many people want to do major grocery shopping trips and use the bus. Especially on weekends and evenings, when most people are able to go to the store, and the busses only run once every 60-90 minutes.
So everyone parks in the Barnes and Noble parking lot next door, and on bad days you have to lurk around for 30 minutes or so waiting for someone to come out of one of the stores so you can get their spot. One night when Calibaby and I were in the bookstore a parking lot fight broke out over a parking spot, and the clerk had to call the cops. She said it usually happens a couple of times a week...
Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:22 am
Thirty years ago, I was 15 and we moved to a place I didn't wan't to go to.
My cat Wally didn't like the move either, and soon after, pooped on the dining room rug.
Now, I know that it's a way for a pet to express its unhappiness with the new surroundings, but I didn't know it then.
I was young, stupid, unhappy, and I rubbed his nose in it , smacked him, screamed 'NO and watched him look up at me in terror, and run out the front door... never to be seen again.
It bothers me still...his last days, weeks, I don't know, spent feeling betrayed, I hope someone made his last years happy and peaceful.
I never hit an animal before and of course since, I've had just a few pets and and buried them as they died, great companions, they were.
Two cats and a dog alive and well, currently...
I just can't shake the guilt of that one malfunction. RIP,Wally.
My cat Wally didn't like the move either, and soon after, pooped on the dining room rug.
Now, I know that it's a way for a pet to express its unhappiness with the new surroundings, but I didn't know it then.
I was young, stupid, unhappy, and I rubbed his nose in it , smacked him, screamed 'NO and watched him look up at me in terror, and run out the front door... never to be seen again.
It bothers me still...his last days, weeks, I don't know, spent feeling betrayed, I hope someone made his last years happy and peaceful.
I never hit an animal before and of course since, I've had just a few pets and and buried them as they died, great companions, they were.
Two cats and a dog alive and well, currently...
I just can't shake the guilt of that one malfunction. RIP,Wally.
Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 1:58 am
Sorry Dromond,I feel as bad for you and the guilt you have endured as I do for Wally.I have a similar story:I once had a ferret named Muddy-after a little trial and error I became quite confident that if Muddy ventured out in the yard with me for a little fresh air and taste of freedom that he would not run away,he never wandered very far from me.One day I took Muddy out with me,while I was outside someone pulled up-It turned out to be my great uncle and his dog Toby.To make a long story short,befor I realised who it was Toby had streaked towards Muddy and had him in a death grip,slinging him like a dog toy.My response after a moment of horror, wondering what the hell was I going to do was to punch Toby in the side of the head as hard as I could-It took two punches to make him drop Muddy.Muddy was dead,I figure from a broken neck.I do not feel bad about punching Toby,but I do feel lots of guilt about exposing Muddy,a small tame defenseless animal to danger.I should have kept him on a harnessDromond wrote:Thirty years ago, I was 15 and we moved to a place I didn't wan't to go to.
My cat Wally didn't like the move either, and soon after, pooped on the dining room rug.
Now, I know that it's a way for a pet to express its unhappiness with the new surroundings, but I didn't know it then.
I was young, stupid, unhappy, and I rubbed his nose in it , smacked him, screamed 'NO and watched him look up at me in terror, and run out the front door... never to be seen again.
It bothers me still...his last days, weeks, I don't know, spent feeling betrayed, I hope someone made his last years happy and peaceful.
I never hit an animal before and of course since, I've had just a few pets and and buried them as they died, great companions, they were.
I just can't shake the guilt of that one malfunction. RIP,Wally.
.Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 2:25 am
Dromond,
I also have almost the exact same story.
My wife picked up a stray cat from her work.
It was half feral, I guess.
It didn't go near anyone else but her and even then she had to spend 20 minutes to coax him out from under the bed.
When we moved into our house we had to keep him in the cellar because we have 2 other normal cats and a mellow older dog.
He pissed all over the place.
Let me describe cat piss to everyone here.
It is totally bogus!
It will never I mean NEVER come out of a rug.
Forget about it.
Just pull the rug up, throw it away and pray it didn't seep into the wood below it.
Because it it did you migt need to burn the house down to get rid of it.
So, anyway, this little bastard cat god-damn RUINED the half finished cellar of my first and probably only house I'll ever have.
I've never wanted an animal to die painfully so bad in my life.
After a year of my life revolving around a mental defective cat my wife got pregnant.
I was so happy!!!
Yeah, first kid yadda yadda yadda.... NO! now I had a reason to get rid of the cat.
"Honey, seriously, we can't have a psycho cat in the house with a baby."
A week later I had to keep my mouth shut and not jump for joy when we took the cat to be put to sleep.
I almost cried tears of happiness as the "pink stuff" was injected in and that little piece of sh#t stopped breathing.
Yeah, my story is just like yours....
It's been 7 years and the cellar still smells on humid days.
I also have almost the exact same story.
My wife picked up a stray cat from her work.
It was half feral, I guess.
It didn't go near anyone else but her and even then she had to spend 20 minutes to coax him out from under the bed.
When we moved into our house we had to keep him in the cellar because we have 2 other normal cats and a mellow older dog.
He pissed all over the place.
Let me describe cat piss to everyone here.
It is totally bogus!
It will never I mean NEVER come out of a rug.
Forget about it.
Just pull the rug up, throw it away and pray it didn't seep into the wood below it.
Because it it did you migt need to burn the house down to get rid of it.
So, anyway, this little bastard cat god-damn RUINED the half finished cellar of my first and probably only house I'll ever have.
I've never wanted an animal to die painfully so bad in my life.
After a year of my life revolving around a mental defective cat my wife got pregnant.
I was so happy!!!
Yeah, first kid yadda yadda yadda.... NO! now I had a reason to get rid of the cat.
"Honey, seriously, we can't have a psycho cat in the house with a baby."
A week later I had to keep my mouth shut and not jump for joy when we took the cat to be put to sleep.
I almost cried tears of happiness as the "pink stuff" was injected in and that little piece of sh#t stopped breathing.
Yeah, my story is just like yours....
It's been 7 years and the cellar still smells on humid days.
Spoiler
The above story has been modified for comedic shock effect. Though the author was happy to have the cat gone it was still sad at the same time
Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 2:34 am
Dang, Sunbaneglasses, you understand...
Sorry about Muddy, Dude.
(I tried to write more, but I'm editing it now to all I really know.)
Losing a pet because it trusted you, and lost...
Sorry about Muddy, Dude.
(I tried to write more, but I'm editing it now to all I really know.)
Losing a pet because it trusted you, and lost...
Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 2:43 am
High Lord Tolkien wrote:Dromond,
I also have almost the exact same story.
My wife picked up a stray cat from her work.
It was half feral, I guess.
It didn't go near anyone else but her and even then she had to spend 20 minutes to coax him out from under the bed.
When we moved into our house we had to keep him in the cellar because we have 2 other normal cats and a mellow older dog.
He pissed all over the place.
Let me describe cat piss to everyone here.
It is totally bogus!
It will never I mean NEVER come out of a rug.
Forget about it.
Just pull the rug up, throw it away and pray it didn't seep into the wood below it.
Because it it did you migt need to burn the house down to get rid of it.
So, anyway, this little bastard cat god-damn RUINED the half finished cellar of my first and probably only house I'll ever have.
I've never wanted an animal to die painfully so bad in my life.
After a year of my life revolving around a mental defective cat my wife got pregnant.
I was so happy!!!
Yeah, first kid yadda yadda yadda.... NO! now I had a reason to get rid of the cat.
"Honey, seriously, we can't have a psycho cat in the house with a baby."
A week later I had to keep my mouth shut and not jump for joy when we took the cat to be put to sleep.
I almost cried tears of happiness as the "pink stuff" was injected in and that little piece of sh#t stopped breathing.
Yeah, my story is just like yours....
It's been 7 years and the cellar still smells on humid days.
Easy, fella, okay? We don't all hate cats here.
Spoiler
The above story has been modified for comedic shock effect. Though the author was happy to have the cat gone it was still sad at the same time
Go ahead insult your own little people in your own little world
Leave us out of it, bitch.
I thought you were better.
Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:31 am
High Lord Tolkien wrote:Dromond,
I also have almost the exact same story.
My wife picked up a stray cat from her work.
It was half feral, I guess.
It didn't go near anyone else but her and even then she had to spend 20 minutes to coax him out from under the bed.
When we moved into our house we had to keep him in the cellar because we have 2 other normal cats and a mellow older dog.
He pissed all over the place.
Let me describe cat piss to everyone here.
It is totally bogus!
It will never I mean NEVER come out of a rug.
Forget about it.
Just pull the rug up, throw it away and pray it didn't seep into the wood below it.
Because it it did you migt need to burn the house down to get rid of it.
So, anyway, this little bastard cat god-damn RUINED the half finished cellar of my first and probably only house I'll ever have.
I've never wanted an animal to die painfully so bad in my life.
After a year of my life revolving around a mental defective cat my wife got pregnant.
I was so happy!!!
Yeah, first kid yadda yadda yadda.... NO! now I had a reason to get rid of the cat.
"Honey, seriously, we can't have a psycho cat in the house with a baby."
A week later I had to keep my mouth shut and not jump for joy when we took the cat to be put to sleep.
I almost cried tears of happiness as the "pink stuff" was injected in and that little piece of sh#t stopped breathing.
Yeah, my story is just like yours....
It's been 7 years and the cellar still smells on humid days.
Spoiler
The above story has been modified for comedic shock effect. Though the author was happy to have the cat gone it was still sad at the same time
