Lol I was the last poster til now and again. Pious Aeneas, this is your life!
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Lol I was the last poster til now and again. Pious Aeneas, this is your life!
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Well it was two hours later in the evening, so you got that going for ya.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jong Lafitte
This thread lives!! Love to my TGR peeps.
Sup bd4a
Shit, I’ve been posting in the wrong thread.
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Woah.
Welcome back BD4A, is Jer or Tedski with you by chance?
Holy shit, the bean dogge chick lives.
She probably went vegan, lost 100 pounds, and became a fundamentalist christian cat woman, but still has a fetish for taking it up the bum.
No but I did drunk dial Viva last night and we had a nice chat! I was questioning him about running with Donkeys and tried to convince him to get a pair of donkeys. Been reading this book about ultra running in Leadville with pack mules, it's pretty good and sounds like a blast.Quote:
Originally Posted by BmillsSkier
I know that gurl
heey gurl
shouldnt you be armpit deep in NorCal pow right now?
BUncha miss annecthrow pic mother fuvjrrs an miss ogyny as well. Why cntcha just beca normal human been fvkers
You are kinda old. This is going to hurt.Quote:
Originally Posted by Woodsy
I think I just have to give credit here for how the users manual for this modern sextant explained this much shit in like what 20 pages about navigation and the definition of a nautical mile. Nowhere to post this but here for reasons that at 4 am mst don’t need explaining.
https://www.davisinstruments.com/pro...0_IM_00025.pdf
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I look at the oven saying 3:30 and I’m like why did I say “4” in that post? It’s not even 4 yet.
Oh but I’d looked at the phone, the cable box, the computer, even the goddamnit Sony basic ass alarm clock, all confirming time change it’s past 4 but for one second I’m like “oooooh?????” “No.”
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Hello
I wallow in guilt for fucking around being unproductive.
If I was my own friend, I don’t know if I would tell myself to give me a break and relax, or if I’d go drill Sargent and kick my ass into gear.
Uncertainty, mixed feelings, conflicting loyalties, lack of focus... they stalk me like a pack of Coyotes.
I can see how the winners in this world picked something and attacked it with singleminded determination and focus. But me... one day I want to shape surfboards, the next day I want to build motorcycles, the next day it’s skiing.
I can’t tell where it all goes. I’m 100% unprepared for the life tracks accessible to me. I feel like a boxer who knows he can’t beat the other guy, standing there being introduced, wondering just how bad the beating is going to be.
Sadly I am not drunk, but I do feel like I know how to use a sextant now.
Sex tent
I know how to use one
Well that puts a new twist on “cabin boy”Quote:
Originally Posted by ill-advised strategy
I don't day drink often, but when I do I go balls deep. Have a fun evening kids.
First work trip in 14 months…
Naperville IL - stacking gimlets with bourbon sampler chasers. Not an ideal mix , but I want to keep pace with the crew .
FKNA - good times
I think I can still type.
In aspen extreme, the movie starts with TJ being taken into the office at his Michigan job. You don't know why, but then shortly you learn that he has been offered a promotion at work, and it's pushed him to a decision point where he has to decide this isnt' what he wants, and he is forced, forced to escape to go be the skier he is.
Now, after leaving high school as a ski racer...I had this shirt that a guy had brought back here from Crested Butte, the US Extreme Skiing Championships shirt, there was a recruitment in my town for Crested Butte Mountain Resort, and I did the interview and got the job and moved. And I did this big arc of ski shops and ski towns and wildland fire, and it all crashed and burned and my life teetered on the edge of homelessness and suicide and I ended up back in MIchigan. Marriage, "career", home.
Now, after 8 years of this awful job full of scumbags, and struggling and injuries and CTE.....one of the few people at that place who was there when I started is retiring. We talked today, a load is off her shoulders. She's going to smoke weed on the front entrance of the place tomorrow as she ends her last shift. I am so jealous. And her spot in the union is empty, her treasurer spot. I am the only one with the training, but the training, taken years ago in Flint during the water crisis, just showed me what we're doing is not up to spec, and when your accounting in your union isn't up to spec, somebody could go to jail. So I got the fuck out. years ago, I bailed.
Today this union president who is a schemer and working with management and I don't trust, asked me to step in and help.
Then, my god damn moped had a flat tire leaving work, so I used my spare tube I carry, and rode toward the place to get another tube. Along the highway, there's my surfing buddy I haven't talked to in ages because my shoulders are fucked and I can't surf. he's looking for all his credit cards because his wallet was left on the bumper of his truck and blew all over the highway. So I walk with him on the shoulder for a bit, but there's a sheriff watching us, and it's the same fucking deputy sheriff who screwed me over in 2019, and his daughter is just this week arrested for some kind of meth or something, so I know he's probably all bent out of shape, so I take off instead of helping my buddy look for his stuff.
I ride toward home, through heinous construction, and tourist traffic. My little hometown, now a fucking tourist shitshow. And I stop at the grocery and get a wine. And I stop at the laundrymat thats now a bar and get a white russian and a bloody mary. And I stop at the vacant railroad building that's now a microbrewery next to my house and get a stupid fancy ass micro brew because they don't have normal beer. And I fidget and wander around, and there's a million people there, and one old face looks familiar. It's a guy I raced with back in the day. He was fast. He moved to Tahoe and back. He was coaching when I moved back here 9 years ago and then he said his knees were just too fucked to even be on skis a little bit, and he disappeared.
He's roofing, but can't get anybody to work for him. I try to get him to ride my motorized Schwinn, he's too drunk, so am I. I ask what he's doing for fun these days, he says he was just taking about that with his counselor and it's nothign. No fun. I ttry to tell him we need fun, we need to be zooming around, we're racers. He knows. We're both too drunk.
And I came home, and tried to lay in the yard, but the mosquitoes are just stupid. Fuck this place.
And as I layed there I thought, I should just call this union lady and tell her everything, and see if we can somehow work together. I'm not the fucking boogeyman, and maybe she's not either. I'ts some kind of silver or lead thing, where I have to get on the right side of this or I'm fucked, I think.
Part of me says just find another job where I can smoke weed.
thiat's all I have. I don't know. I'm upset, and confused, and I feel so old and dumb. I don't know how to unwind all this. Life is so hard.
Quality poast.
I srsly think that J has the makings of the Next Great American Novel somewhere in his voluminous brain...
Writing it down here like you do has to help unwind it a bit?Quote:
Originally Posted by ill-advised strategy
I want this bumper sticker on my carQuote:
I feel so old and dumb
x2Quote:
Originally Posted by Tri-Ungulate
Just listen to the voice inside. It’s generally the one telling you what you would least like to do.
Call her.
The drunk voice or the sober voice?Quote:
Originally Posted by SkiBall
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Originally Posted by jackattack
What to say.
One friend today has a biological dad and the dad who raised him both likely to die of covid at the same time…looking at next week.
A a coworker was on the phone with his friend last night, his friend was on a road trip, driving and talking, pulling into a hotel in Alabama, when he said “uh oh” and then it was just chaos on the phone. Coworker stays on listening as sirens arrive, talks to firefighters and then emt and then nurses…his buddy was in a heinous wreck, staggered like 100 feet from the wreckage and passed out. Coworker stayed on the phone listening to all this for 3 hours last night. He may die. He’s like 1500 miles from home.
I was the only one in my bar next door tonight, and the awful people who called the cops on me and lied about supposed “trespassing” (I was standing in my public street) walked in. I gulped my whole beer and left out the back.
It’s the “right thing to do”, leaving them alone, taking their shit, letting them win…. but I hate the way things are here and now. In Taos, in the day, it would’ve been them leaving and me staying. It’s a Karen’s world. Karen and her legion of bored cops and her phone with 9-1 already dialed. She’s the new boss I guess.
So here I am instead, talking to you.
A neighborhood bar should be your safe place, wtf
Well, I get up at eleven, yeah
And I go to work at noon
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the workin' man
They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
'Cause I get home at nine o'clock
And I take myself out a cheap warm beer
Always seem to be wonderin' why
there's nothin' goin' down here
seems to me I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
The workin' man
Well, they call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am
Big lights and sirens past the house. Turned radio on and it’s a guy drunk, suicidal and homicidal at the hospital parking lot, and it’s my old coworker Ben (who has a uniquely identifiable legal name). Old logger from the res…haven’t seen him in a few years… it took him so long to get good at our job and he finally got it, then imploded with calling in “sick” (drunk).
Fucking so sad.
So fucking sad.
Lately every day a whole little family of fox kits has been exploring around my house. Little nature puppies looking for snacks. Born into the mortal danger of living right next a big busy highway.
One of the cops who aggressively harassed me for walking my dog at the neighborhood beach last year is retiring and has put in a job application where I work. High odds he will be a coworker soon.
One day at a time. One day at a time.
It’s a clear crisp cinco de Mayo night for a campfire, looking at the same moon they look at in the desert outside Juarez.
Structure fire now on the radio, people inside, animals inside.
God help us. Jesus help us.
Hey man slow down, chill, have some water and get some fresh air. You're sounding a bit wild but you can fight it off if you want to.
Saw the first girl I had sex with at the grocery store the other week. She now has lost most of her teeth, she is pushing 400lbs and was using one of those grocery store mobility scooters. She stood up so I could give her a hug.
She’s as sweet of heart as she ever was, these 28 years have been very unkind to her. 2 disabled kids. It seems manifestly unjust, and I feel a depth of helplessness and discomfort I can’t properly convey in words.
Ok then lol.
I’m ok, I’m the eye of the storm.
I will sleep soundly in a soft bed with warm blankets, I will wake up without an alarm. I will ride my Honda into work and be Of Service, and then it will be a weekend.
My mom’s longtime friends living very rural, far afield, are now both quite disabled. She has some kind of longstanding neurodegenerative situation and now has trouble speaking clearly. He has not taken a day off working a firewood operation in the woods in decades, but has finally mostly succumbed to serious hip problems, and is jerry rigging systems to still run his machinery while barely able to walk. The area around them has become an odd incomprehensible mix of heinous methamphetamine desperation and big money vacation properties.
I was up for Sunday dinner, there had been a giant house-rattling explosion up the way earlier in the day, but circumstances dictated they didn’t even call it in or go check on it.
I found the whole of it totally unsettling.
The junk-hauler guy across the way has left the lights on in his work truck.
I walked over to turn them off and noticed all his stupid aggressive signage and whatnot. Figure there are cameras. Dude will have to jump it tomorrow.
20 years ago I could have just gone in and shut his lights off.
Progress!