Yeah, its hard. Part of a family.

This last one... my big orange cat George, this was his favourite way to be appreciated. He’s been gone 13 years now and I miss him every day.

Respectfully disagree. Broccolli or brussel sprouts. Fucking worst.

It’s EUROPEAN!

All you need:

Nothing, and I mean *nothing* is good about the All-Star Game, the HR Derby, and the horseshit that hypes two events that mean nothing.

I remember when summer was endless belly-flops into a pool.

I love the name Professor Motorcycle.

When I was a kid our family cat would get insanely upset when people started crying. Anyone burst into tears, she’s be on your lap, putting her paws on your shoulders and face, gently meowing until the tears stopped. And then she’d sit in your lap until everything settled down— she wouldn’t leave until you were OK.

The only thing I like about these guys is that they’re big fans of Bristol’s Blue Aeroplanes. Gerard Langley rulez.

It means moshing is a new way of serving boiled potatoes.

Sublime is nice, but Notepad++ is my go-to in the Windows world. I switched to it from TextPad a few years ago and haven’t looked back.

And this is the very reason I am stuck with big box stores. I build 2-3 pieces per year, and I don’t have the space (or interest) to store large job lots of lumber.

The Menards near me has consistently better (and less expensive) lumber than the four HD’s and one Lowe’s in my area. They also aren’t shy about sales and negotiating price.

And he’s a ginger twat.

It don’t come easy. Robert Aitken’s “Taking The Path Of Zen” helped me a lot:

Pretty sure Rocky Wirtz is headed to the graveyard in Libertyville where his old man is buried, just so’s he can piss on daddy’s grave... for the third time in six years.

In other words, it’s DinoJason 2000 the 13th.