Also the only food whose squeak can give cheese curds or calamari a run for their auditory money.
In case you wanted to know, he’s a former executive for the NFL’s Tennessee Titans.
We lost our older guy a couple of weeks ago, and he hated them, as did our three other dogs over the last twenty years. The younger one and the new puppy didn’t seem to care that much, only getting a little jittery when we were outside and a particularly loud one went off.
3, but the pajamas erasure here is unfortunate.
Sorry, I’ve just seen this one often enough and seen the comments that I may have assumed too much. I’ll take my downvotes.
Yeah, yeah, stupid fat maga, whatever. Looks like they’ve both got a pretty big batch of laundry, and looking at the totality of the picture these are not likely to be wealthy people, and it being rural/suburban America, lord knows how far the laundromat is. This strikes me as unironically clever, and they’re both keeping that mower deck out of the landfill and travelling using electric power.
Looks like Teenjus to me.
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Destiny Color Correction is all.
I’m also one of those people who doesn’t own a record, but I agree. He hit an absolute sweet spot for being the quintessential American artist. Definitely rock, but story songs for the folkies and country-heads, and unapologetically of a specific place that happens to be urbanized and diverse. Left-leaning politics, but not a scold or a bore so people of a more conservative bent can pretend he’s not talking about them, or (and this is generally better) find that a little bit of empathy is sneaking in under their radar.
If only we knew where she got her name…
Lawyer, engineer, or consultant? LOL, are you McKinsey advising Warner/Discovery?!?!?
…and Florida, and Jamaica, and Mexico, and (I presume) Spain. There is no corner of the earth in which the English will not challenge the mighty Helios until they are as red as the cross of St. George.
What are we going to do tonight, Brain?!
I haven’t revisited it in some time, but I loved Northern Exposure as a teen. Shit, I even applied to (but didn’t attend) The University of Alaska Fairbanks from Florida. They called to make sure I wasn’t just fucking with them, but I don’t think the admissions person had it in them to put on the hard sell.
That’s about right. Our cockatiel is a little ham, and our blue Budgie (RIP, Ozzie) had “I have no fucking time for this” energy.
I’ve had many laptops over the years, from the original eeePC to 17" portable workstations, and the smallest I personally found to be “usable” on a daily basis were in the 12" class; I used a Sony Z505 throughout law school. Get that size with a usable keyboard and touchpad. Anything reasonably modern with 8GB of RAM should be able to putz around in Linux as a secondary device.
[email protected] is also pretty good.
If it’s within your means, could y’all take a long trip out that way?
This is a very good idea, again, if they have means, though it’s probably not absurd if he’s looking to buy. AirBnB’s in Wyoming aren’t super common, but there are options, and frankly most of them are probably “easy mode” in the sense that they’re close to SOMETHING. Get a feel for what it would be like to be stuck there doing your shopping, finding something to eat, finding something to do. Drive to the nearest hospital, then imagine doing it frequently or while in a lot of pain.
Maybe it will be fine, even for ten or fifteen years, but they’re absolutely right to take this one slow and be wary. I know Massachusetts is pretty built up, but it’s not fully paved. I wonder if OP might float the idea of moving another 20-30 minutes farther out and finding a little patch of ground? Or doing something SUPER crazy like moving to New Hampshire? 🤣
As another alternative, if he’s determined to have mountains, something just outside Denver or even, sigh, Salt Lake City would blunt some of the biggest issues. Wyoming has almost literally nothing. Cheyenne metro has around 100k people, smaller than Lowell, MA.
Just to add, my very bookish aunt and uncle moved to the Appalachian foothills outside Charlotte after they both retired from government jobs in DC. After a couple of years of dealing with rural bullshit like annoying neighbors and poor infrastructure, they moved into suburban Charlotte and seem happier.
Our new guy is a mutt (Embark DNA pending) and is still in the goony velociraptor phase, but he already plays with the older one there (only about 4, though) largely by driving him and nipping at heels, and he’s learned to abuse the strap of “potty jinglebells” on the back door just to ask out to hunt for june bugs and investigate everything.
Oh, and our last pup who passed away was mostly Heeler and while he decided after a period as a stray that his ass wasn’t going anywhere he didn’t absolutely have to, he also did a great death-glare, making me question my life choices deep down to my soul. 🤣