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A bell 407 has overflown my house 2 laps now.
Busy night at the trauma unit.
State police heading to the hospital for a blood draw.
It’s cinco de mayo all right. We’re doing this.
People want writing, well I’m fucking writing.
What do you want to know?
Did Kurt Vonnegut ever have to flirt with a surly disgusting portly dispatcher to get himself a proper lunch break? Doubtful.
A little bird crashed into my window this week.
Dog and I went out to assess. He was stunned, but his wings and legs were ok, so I scooped him up and walked around with him for a bit. Made him a cozy lil nest in a flower pot with grass and leaves. Got a couple eggs and some egg shells leftover from breakfast and staged him up so he would wake up thinking he’d been hatched again anew.
Came back from a dog walk and he had departed.
I felt good about all of that.
The other night I had drunk too much coffee at work and was still wired at 2am. Heard swirling rounds of high speed chasery out the window, so I turned on the radio.
Chasee did at least 30 minutes on a sparking rim, with the whole frothing county meathead pack chasing him around town and outskirts and back. Choice move at one point to pull into the entrance to the state prison, rally around the parking lot and back out. I listened to the supervisory directive to back off and let him rip southward toward the county line. Disappointed chasers followed all the way to the line and turned back. White guy with dreads in a buick. He got away. Good show.
This does seem decidedly better than the firebombing of Dresden. Well done, sir.Quote:
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We’re too backwater for Greyhound here, so we have this other seedy outfit called Indian Trails. It arrives and departs at 2am, so often when I’m leaving work there will be some drifter settling in for the long wait in our vestibule.
The other day a guy got dropped off by his lawyer, he had been acquitted.
We talked for a bit. He got robbed on the Keweenaw Bay Indan Community reservation, and beat the shit out of the robber. Spent 7 months in jail, and won at trial. Now he’s headed back to Traverse City with the clothes on his back to try to put his life back together. His dad may get him a job picking grapes at a vineyard.
Wife just accepted a 39% paybump. Which puts her up 400% year over year. And the new gig is as platinum from a stability perspective as they come in her industry. Fuck yes I'm drinking awesome vintage Vouvray tonight.
Sadly she wants to buy a house where she doesn't have to work in the office. I offered to move into a shed in the backyard. But she vetoed that.
salt of the earth criminals in the UP!
Anyone else get melancholy some nights thinking of their friends who died too young? At one point in time it was a death every few months. One after the other, and all dying skiing, biking, base jumping, etc. Some of their deaths seem almost romantic compared to the deaths of recent friends though. One died skiing a classic chute in Chamonix, one was a poet who hung himself in a barn on a ranch in central Montana, or more often than not, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time while trying an epic adventure. All the deaths at the time seemed horrible and tragic at the time, they didn't seem remotely romantic then. In retrospect the quickness of their deaths and them not being married and having no kids (well most of them - some did) seems like a good way to go now - although I wish they were all alive of course.
But I'm old now and now friends don't die in the mountains much, they die after years of brutal cancer and other common human ailments that will soon happen to me or you. One just had a heart attack and left two young kids. He wasn't even 50. Domestic drudgery deaths are the worst, I'd rather die doing something stupid in the mountains. Anyways, I miss all those guys and I've got another "Live Like ___" bumper sticker to collect this month, maybe I'll see some of ya at the party in MT. Bands will be playing, beer will be drunk, and i'll wish i didn't forget to call him recently.
Well written. Sorry about your friend. Bridger person?
Jeebus. IAS took the “post as much as you can” literally.
I did it. I posted as much as I could.
Knee beer turns to knee coffee.
Moon becomes sun.
Sirens and helicopters turn to roaring commuters and mine trucks.
This one log smolders on, he is survivor of the logs.
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Sorry I missed all that last night. Tell me you weren't up all night J.
I read a thing once, the person was somewhere gritty in New York, the El overhead, vacant lots and heavy traffic and weeds and trash and broken glass, and a pack of dogs came running by. They ran right through traffic, and one of them got pegged by a car and went flying and spun off and slid to a crumpled landing, heaved a last breath and died.
The person expected the other dogs to stop, to circle back and check on their buddy, maybe try to help somehow, but they just kept running like they didn't even notice and disappeared off into the distance, running and yapping and barking. He thought they'd care, and maybe they did, but they were busy running and looking for something to eat or fuck or fight, so they just kept going.
That's just how it is.
Sums up life, no?Quote:
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It does often seem like that to me.
I appreciate your writing, -J -
there ought to be a market for it
( Barnes & Noble has as many magazines as ever.
Powder still has a website - though I doubt they pay for prose, except for staff or longstanding contributors ) --
You know I respect your workmanship.
... I know it's a hard year.
nothing wrong with spending a night sitting by a fire...
peace, my friend. tj
Thanks. https://www.bozemandailychronicle.co...cc1abb738.htmlQuote:
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One of the last things he said to me in person was "Did you ever imagine some day we would be wiping shit out of tiny vaginas?" (We both were new dads with newborn daughters.)
I get it and it's a great analogy and mostly it's true but plenty of us here hate the pack mentality. So fuck those people. Human labradors.Quote:
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3 hour layover in Denver. Fuck is this airport busy today. Feels like it needs another 40 gates. Caught a nice buzz for the Celtics game on the final flight.
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Many moons ago, I was working super hard at a job that felt super important, where shit was undergoing massive change that we were trying to navigate in the best way possible for our clients. Eventually I burned out and struggled with whether and how to quit. Gave them 6 weeks notice (won't make that mistake again). And the Director immediately started treating me like shit, and pulled me out of the meetings that were trying to navigate the change. I was furious, because I was trying to give it my all. But an older wiser coworker told me that no matter what we're dealing with, we're all like a hand submerged in a pond. When you pull the hand out, there are momentary ripples, and in that little vicinity those ripples may seem big. But the ripples stop, the pond is still there, and the pond no longer remembers the hand. That was 25 years ago and I still remember the lesson.
/cool story bro
I saw a deer hit by a car in Swan Valley a couple of weeks ago.Quote:
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Then I saw his deer buddy about 1/8 mile up the road freaking out. Ears up, tail up, clearly fucking distraught.
I love dogs but also there’s a reason that there are so many ye olde analogies about them being, well, dogs
30 yrs ago, why didn’t we use the term “Blockbuster and chill” I mean it was the same concept then as it is now except then you had to make a run for Chinese takeout, pick up your “chill”, swing by blockbuster, and then head home to consummate the evening. Hey girl, Let’s blockbuster and chill?!?
Been in this fog damn state for 25 fuggin years. Dannnnns and beers and higggggghhhhh. Mfrain bitch
fkn boston
work and h]then hotles bar(s)
people fdon t pso here enough
pansy ass mutherfukkers
harumph
fk blockuster, pricess bride on a vhs copy and a blankeet was goldQuote:
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Stay away from park benches.
Back from the new years eve party. Don’t get that drunk, that often but it was free booze njght. My band playeed. So anyway, I’m relatively drunk. And the buddie’s champagne. There’s that. After drunk dog walk and drunk firewood gather, and drunk wood stove fill, what’s left but Aberlour A’bunadh. It’s in th house after all.
Pause to drink. Twice.
Well a fuck of a year it’s been. So maybe two. Or three. First god damned new years eve party I’ve been to in a fucking coons age that’s true.
It feels like this is the end. That 3 year stint where much sucked. Like fun with strangers, and social interactions and being a pack animal. Tonight was nice. Hugging old buddies, dancing it up. I think we’re back man. I think we’re back.
So drunken ranting shit must happen at some point yes!! OK how about… pauses to drink again to help the post…
Are we done yet? Are we done being stupid people? Can we now start thinking about our fellow man more? Can we start forgetting about party lines? We danced tonight and sang out loud the songs we all knew. It felt like the old times. Too bad, but also good because that means the good old days are back. No?
Aberlour. Good shit. Yeah, we’re all privileged as fuck to participate in the sport/life we do. But we know that. I hope as we roll into a “nothing” year (no decade, millennium, century) that there can be a great humanistic resurgence. Can we agree that freedom of religion means freedom from religion?
Yep, maybe 2023 is the sleeper year. The great enlightenment part Deux. This is the moment when we realize that there is no santa. No winged dude that can save us. Orange haired shit gibbons exist but their bullshit does not. It evaporates into the ether and is gone. But for the molecules of rancid shit that remain in the brains of the fuckwit supplicants..?
Yeah, come on. It’s got to be over soon. This new years eve party proved it. The idiots cannot overcome us. A mad man cannot succeed in taking over parts of a country. He can’t right? We danced tonight, we drank. The world is ok.. Hey? Democracy is ok isn’t it?
Can stupid dipshits and shysters overcome us? I say no! They can’t because we are now dancing again. We’re playing music and drinking free booze and Aberlour… pause…
I say the great re-awakening is now. Yep, New Years Eve 2023. We can go out again. We can interact and talk to folks. Talk about shit and perhaps (for a change) talk about what we have experienced, as opposed to what we've seen on FB. Talked about shit we’ve experienced as opposed to what we’ve “heard”. What someone said they “read”. Fuck, oh dear can we please, please in 20fucking23 start fucking investigating our sources of fucking “information”.
You know, if you’re in a room with 100 other people and you think that there are 99 fucking idiots in the room that maybe, just fucking maybe, you are the fucking idiot. In fact if perhaps 70 other people think you’re a fucking idiot, could you read some shit from an actual reputable news source? Please?
OK. I’m forced to have a smoke break now as I am much too coherent…
Better now. One more Aberlour should certainly do the trick. Yep. Upper body is now rocking mostly uncontrollably.
Kay. Lastly, thanks you bitches for the cool weird world community of folks who ski and realize that skiing is life. I’ve said it before and don’t mind saying it again – you.. ugys have shown me your goods, welcomed me into your homes and introduced me to your families and I have no greater pleasure than to reciprocate. Ski on you wankers.
He pauses to take a very large sip… I’m done. G’night ya’ll.
Beautiful
Bump. On a Wednesday. Brings back (absolutely zero) memories checking into this thread.
Needed a solid night after work
Heard.
Billed 14 fucking hours yesterday and am helping a bud through what looks to be a potential marital split, wife down with Covid and kid’s 1st day of school.
Fuck all this shit. Pass me a Beefeater n Tonic.
old Grandad 114
good to see you peopless.
jerumbalaa
growlers are easy
when the best brewpubb in town is two blocks away
draught is better than canz anyday
It’s been a long time since I’ve actually been drunk enough to post in this thread. And I’m not upset about it.
Absolutely shocking. Are you going to update the other thread when you are sober?Quote:
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sorry to hear that, bud...
Good to hear that you are not qualified for making entries here. Keep it upQuote:
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Please go fuck yourself you piece of fucking garbage.Quote:
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Go fuck yourself Brett
It’s just a little rheumtiz medicine Jed
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