Timmah!

They returned into the bedding once the front passed & the barometric pressure rose; but immediately resurfaced with this next approaching front & attendant pressure drop. These dudes are surprisingly sensitive to the area weather systems! It had me initially worried that their bedding was too moist or the ph, temp was outside their comfort zone. Now I know better.

Thanks for sharing, br0ther. Mortality sucks.socks. ...& I agree with you, get everything square with the people for whom you care. Your parents' death really drives home how short our time is. Took care of my mom during her final years, & the main reason I took nursing years ago. My thoughts are with you, Storm & please feel free to holler if you wanna talk.

...the prodigal Luddite returns...

They're composting worms, they need the dark...and this is a stacking tray system, so you want to leave the lids intact...just some holes for ventilation & inter-tray transition.

Because being busy, or just zerstreut, sometimes produce goes to waste. Also wanting to use ingredients that are organic, cheap & fresh as possible in my cooking are the reasons I bought a pound of worms & read-up on how to start composting worm tower. The castings & tea can feed some nice basil & other greens & microgreens I'ma grow on a bench in my unused living room. Forgotten, spoiled head of lettuce>>>worm food>>>castings & tea for soil amendments & microbiome substrate conditioning for basil>>>tasty pizza topping, red sauce ingredient, etc. Nothing better for any plant than all-natural worm p00p! That shit's expensive!!!

I'm afraid to ask yhe $$$ it cost. Now, gotta see thi in action...

Heynow.

Huh?

Had an old. nosey church lady lived 2 doors down from me, in my childhood. Had a pair of high quality binoculars stationed at her kitchen sill. I mean the looong, multi-coated lens, nitrogen filled kind the fucking Rear Admiral of the Pacific Fleet would have. Wasn't shit slipping by her. I used to troll her, placing random lewd signs in her sight corridors where only she would see them. I did this in the wee hours of a Sunday morning, when I knew she would be sleeping & not possibly glassing my activities. The sweet part was I was on good terms with her & would visit to get oblivious feedback on the success of my misdeeds, even giving me inspiration for a continuation of the plan, or fodder for a new one. Bespoke drama for an eager audience. Steal her welcome mat...return it a few days later, after a replacement appeared...

Dude's a fucking Mensch. Salt of the Earth, I say. Does a person respect animals; do animals trust them. Great measure of a person.

Lol, no shit.

Russian. I'm listening to Russian this morning. I think this a jello commercial, tbh.

He's also the Leopard Whisperer, in addition to Lions & Hyenas. His sanctuary is making a nice comeback from the brush fires; thankfully none of the creatures in his care were seriously injured...wonderful work he does.

By most standards, a happy one. Good times with a pretty country girl in days of my youth.

Rapacious C0cksuckers!

Well, living here, I've literally dated the farmer's daughter on a few occasions. Good way to earn money when you're a teenager, if you're not afraid of work, is local seasonal farm work. Top tobacco, cut & stake later, hang in the rafters etc. Get to know people in a rural area & a lot of basic needs can be had for a very reasonable price. Plus, it always pays to be nice. Get access to acres prime hunting & fishing spots... all kinds of goodies. Met one of my girlfriends-past by running over her dad's barbed-wire fence & spending a summer afternoon reposting & stringing it when she brought lunch out to me. But I digress...

Yeah, it's a monopoly. They all tacitly agree to a price floor; just like oil companies & gas stations also do; When I worked at a gas station/convenient mart years ago, one of your jobs if you ran a shift was to survey the local competitors' gas prices & adjust yours accordingly. Meaning go up with the highest-price one; but not always to follow the lowest price one, because they might not be prime consideration. Once you got to know the managers of the local competitor stations, you'd just call them up & share the price information; some would be as helpful as to proactively call you in advance of a price change at their store, so you could plan the rest of your shift accordingly. The logic being, if several companies are going to 'compete' for local market share of whatever's being sold, might as well agree on a common price range, lifting the profits of all involved. Shady? Grey area? Dunno, but it was common practice in the Louisville market years ago. The guy who owned the dominant stores in the market-for whose company I worked- was on the board of directors of the other major player in the area, namely Ashland Oil. Now that's SHADY.. but apparently entirely legal.

Yeah, price for the 400 down plan is now $55... I pay ATT $300 up front for 1 yr. cell & data. 8mb a month.. I use 5 or 6...so perfect for me.

I was a Boyscout...Be Prepared..in this case, I have several 1-gallon milk jugs filled with water that sit in my freezers & fridge for just such an occurrence... this has happened to me several times before where I last lived: A squirrel farting on a sunny day would seemingly knock-out the power. And with all the hardwood trees around, a relatively mild ice storm or a frisky thunderstorm would be a guarantee of no power for hours or a couple days... Good lookin'-out!

Heynow!!...it's low-carb, baby!!

Please: Tactical Leaping

Most guys have had MANY years of practice doing shit with one hand...just a lateral move to customize.

...& egg...& fuckit...some pepperjack. LOVE LOVE LOVE my cast iron. So good.

Now check that shit out, up above: my ping to a server in Louisville, KY, which is about 35-40 miles away is 46. My ping to Atlanta, Ga, which is ~400 miles away is 29; that being Comcast, a cable company's telecommunication infrastructure. Which proves capacity is paramount; even over distance. Pun intended.

No biggie, just 5 minutes' effort of being genuinely nice to someone whose job it is to listen to whiny people all day. Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy. Even asked her what kinda deal she could give me if I was extra-special nice to her; to which she giggled. Done & Done. As dickish as society has become, just being a decent person to your fellow human draws a lot of water.