Open thread? Open thread.
It’s a lazy dog dangling afternoon…

The complaint thread is too far away so I complaining here. My wife and I have been remodeling our kitchen, Things were going as smoothly as they possibly could until yesterday. Our contractor calls and the flooring we bought that was supposed to match what was already laid in the entry way and dining area was dull. Noticeably dull under any light. We found a new flooring but it won’t be available to pick up until Friday. So until next week we have half concrete/half laminate flooring. Then, we find out that our counter tops will not be ready for install until next week. This wouldn’t be a major issue if it weren’t for the fact that my wife’s birthday is Saturday and we have people coming over. It’s gonna be awesome prepping food on plywood with no sink, dishwasher or stove to utilize. Oh and our contractor’s ex-mother-in-law passed away this morning so he’s dealing with that.
I hate renovations. I never want to do one again.
/still have two bathrooms that need to be done
//yes, my wife’s birthday is two weeks after our anniversary
///no one probably care but it helps to write it out for sanity purposes
Ohnoez. I think you are looking at this the wrong way!
“I still have two bathrooms that need to be done”–pouty face. Nope.
“I still have two bathrooms that need to be done”–smiley face, because that means you have two rooms to cook in PLUS a mostly jacked kitchen in case you or your guests wanted to get some splinters on the particle board like a macabre pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey sort of game!
Rent a port-a-loo for the special occasion for your lovely lady and boom! Extra birthday surprise!
Religious nut or chronic masturbater about to finish?
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Martinize, if you will.
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It’s been a little tedious at the office.
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Birthday idea for your child or grandchild.
You’re welcome.
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Well, we all laugh at weird shit.
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Casual Friday? It’s not a new concept, people.
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Speaking of which, having freshly ran out of a binge watching series I started with the first two episodes of Mad Men tonight.
I am all in. I was born into this era. I remember when Lucky Strike used “It’s Toasted” as an ad campaign.
Don’t spoil this shit for me or I will give you nothing but burnt Pop Tart recipes for a month.
I tried it a few times, it is a great show; I just personally couldn’t get into it.
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WAIT! THERE’S A SNACK BAR?!?!
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My lazy afternoon consisted of working, taking a couple of hours off to go whip a ball field into shape for a State championship play-off, (that my kid isn’t even in), going from there to the gym, and now getting home, eating dinner, and realizing that I smell like the back of a bus.
I’mma go shower as soon as I check out the chili cook-off thread.
Seeings how we both stayed up all night, she had convention shit all day, and neither of us had any real interest in going out, we ordered in from a local Italian place across the street from the hotel. We each order calzones, and halved them. At this point, I so hungry that I would consider – CONSIDER – eating something with mayonnaise in it (except crab cakes). These were two fantastic calzones. Until tomorrow….
There was just a lemonade ad on and I got a cramp in my sublingual salivary gland.
(That was your cue to say “The box! I’LL TAKE THE BOX!”)
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I have a regular potluck with friends to go to tonight, and last night I made the Momofuku Milk Bar Crack Pie for it:
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(not my photo)
It’s basically cookie dough custard pie (aka brown sugar chess pie) on a crust made out of a giant oatmeal cookie.
Recent great books: “A List Of Things That Didn’t Kill Me” by Jason Schmidt (I’ll be reviewing this one soon), “The Martian” by Andy Weir (science + fiction!), and “The Professional” by W.C. Heinz (a wonderful classic sports writing style story of a boxer, with an ending that just breaks your sports-loving heart).
Absolutely. I have been on a book binge ever since I’ve gone from semi-recluse to damned-near full recluse (and especially so since footbaw season ended).
I can’t recommend Per Petterson enough. So depressing and thus delightful (to me). I have been looking for something good on both Churchill (that was neither fawning nor foaming at the mouth critical – hey, even Nixonland managed to be nuanced, and that’s the style I like) and Uncle Joe, so I shall definitely put Potsdam on the list.
I just felt like filling the house with the rich, satisfying smell of tobacco.
I’m currently sitting in a hotel room in Washington D.C., have been up for over 36 hours, was nearly involved in what most-likely would have been two fatal accidnets on the drive here, and I need to eat dinner.
Also, Weezer’s “Buddy Holly” is being used in a Honda commercial. This is grounds for charges of crimes against humanity.
I got my last haircut 20 years ago this October.
At $15 per, I figure that’s saved me about $3600.
Add in the other stuff and I owe my premature baldness $5K.
When that product came out my father was certain that the USA had clearly reached super world domination level by freeing us from the barber cartel (I guess?). Here is the problem: since he still could never figure out how to use it he had me use it to cut his hair. He thought the Flowbee did such a great job he bought a second one to have on reserve in case the first one failed in a few decades because of its superb craftsmanship. What he never knew was that I was so mortified of using that thing I would just ‘boop’ him repeatedly on the head and then say I was “just trimming up” at the end and then just scissor his hair like not a weirdo.
So there you go. I view being called “Flowbee” a badge of honor in terms of inventive ways to correct a hideous scenario. Also, your hair looked lovely, so fuck ’em.
Yeah, the same lady has been cutting my hair since my sophomore year at State, and I don’t even instruct, she just does as she sees fit. Cut/style, eyebrow wax (FACK YOU, I am not going Hodor) and tip is $90, and that’s only because I don’t live in a real goddamned city.
ah, I recall Sammy’s full line at least “There are no bad boys, just boys with bad haircuts.” (the episode where the 12-year old steals his little black book)
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