I got an ultrasonic, motion activated repellent device. This morning, I found it swiveled to face away from my carrots, and the bed ravaged.  I swear, the little jerks are too smart.

This is where I’m torn.  I just want to annoy them... maybe airsoft pellets?

Can confirm rodent activity is exploding.  I added more mouse traps/death hotels to my basement just this weekend, and as much as I love squirrels, the havoc they’re wreaking with my planting beds has me considering a Red Ryder BB gun.  I have more chipmunks around my house than I’ve ever seen, and the baby rabbits…

The front indicator warts on these always made me think of sesame seeds on hamburger buns.  I don’t know why I could never shake that association, but I still think of that every time I see this era VW.

In my current state, I get irrationally upset at things I shouldn’t.  I feel the weight of impending guilt for being so unstable and unwilling to show the grace to let minor annoyances be.  So I saw this was a slideshow, and as an exercise, thought “I enjoy grilling, if this is going to be a format, at least this…

Of course, you're right. My minor inconvenience is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Thanks for what you do, and I'll try to stifle my inane reactions next time. (This isn't sarcastic, but a sincere thanks. I shouldn't vent like this.)

What kills me is when store workers are restocking, blocking a corner, making it completely impossible to access aisles without breaking the one way rule.

I’ve been alternating.  One trip to the giant store that carries most everything that’s a national chain and really busy, then two weeks later, the little local store that I want to support, where I can’t get everything, but not a lot of people are going there.  I figure that’s a kind of balance.

I have a pair somewhere under the Pine Sol, but haven't used them in ages. I always forget.

I like washing dishes and I'm losing my shit. The worst is when things are left to soak, and you wake up to cold, slimy dishwater, have to carefully remove all the still dirty dishes, drain the ichorous goo from the sink and start over. 

So up my alley. I don’t do milk, and hate sweet breakfasts.

I’ve often wished for a second row of teeth.  I see no issue here.

Ancient comment, ancient article. But yes, this is why I loved The Takeout. The balance has sort of shifted more recipe heavy these days, but I love what I consider “classic Takeout content” (electrocuting hot dogs, news of the bizarre, etc).

Great, another thing for me to do at two in the morning with a glass of whiskey in my hand that will make the neighbors question why they moved in.

My compost bin is about to burst from all the scraps I’ve been generating.  Unfortunately, last fall’s cleanup included hop vines and thick stems from tomato plants, so it’s not breaking down super quick.  Now that we’re hopefully headed for warmer weather, I hope it starts breaking down faster.

Cork is a wonderful flooring material - not quite as soft as a gel mat, but very nice. I wish it were used more often. 

I thought I hated peaches for thirty five years because apparently only trash peaches are accessible. Maybe my hatred of melons is the same. I like melon candy, but have never tasted good melon. 

I broke out the Fry Daddy and have some fun sized snickers in the freezer.  Just need to whip up a batter, and I’m ready.  But onion rings first (seriously, I’m deep frying onion rings tonight.  I don’t know if brown fried food is a cry for help or self care at this point).

You’re doing God’s work, there.

Is there any better evidence that AI in charge of the simulation we’re in was badly programmed and is crying for help than Murder Hornet headlines?